"Beth, would you bring that stuff?" Tiffany — sorry, Frankie — nodded toward the big sack of chips and the little wooden bowl of guacamole on the kitchen counter. She already had a large plastic pitcher of freshly made limeade in one hand and a clutch of stadium cups in the other. Megan had already gone out with the sunscreen.

"�Kay, I got it." I made a shooing motion and our hostess grinned as she backed through the screen door and headed across the patio toward the pool. I stood for a moment and watched her bottom wiggle. Very depressing. She�s tall for a girl and slender — but not at all skinny — and her bikini seemed to have been made from a single hankie, and not a very large one at that. I wasn�t sure that outfit was even legal on the beach in this state, but of course she wasn�t bothered at all by it. It was electric blue, what there was of it, a vivid contrast with her reflectively brass-orange hair. That was something else that would look ridiculous on me, a neon dye job like that, or on Megan, but Frankie could always get away with anything. Like insisting on being called "Frankie," even in school. Her first name was "Tiffany," which she hated, so she had morphed her middle name — "Frances" — into something she thought more suited to her recently adopted semi-Goth persona. As far as she was concerned, the world would just have to deal with it.

I stepped back into the front hall and examined myself in the tall mirror one last time. Physically, I had developed a lot in the last few months — thank God. I had previously thought myself the most flat-chested sixteen-year-old in the county. Maybe in the state. And in a fit of gleeful optimism, I had gone to the mall and picked out the hottest, skimpiest bikini I could find at the Swim Store. It still wasn�t as astonishingly almost-not-there as Frankie�s, who had probably ordered hers online from a specialty supplier, but it was much briefer than anything I had ever worn in public before. And now, being me, I was second-guessing myself, wondering if I had made a terrible mistake.

Well, it was just us three girls — Frankie�s folks were off at some antique auction for the whole day — so I took a deep breath and pulled off my tee-shirt and shucked my shorts. Also being me, and therefore still a little bashful about changing clothes in front of the others, I had put on my new suit before leaving home. It was fire-engine red, cut very low across the front (mandating that I shave myself bare), with little strings tied in bows at the hips and a string-tied halter top. I wasn�t really sure my Dad would approve, as liberal as he ordinarily was about such things, so I hadn�t let him see it. I gathered up the chips and stuff and tried to sashay as I went out to join the other two.

Megan glanced up, then did a double-take, sliding her shades down her nose Hollywood-style. She�s the most zaftig of our little gang, with probably C-cup boobs and earth-mother hips. She�s a pale blonde with big, innocent blue eyes which she uses to great effect on the guys. She also tans nicely, so today she was wearing a brilliant white bikini that contrasted perfectly with that light caramel skin.

It�s kind of strange: If I were to read a personality profile of Megan and Tiff-I-mean-Frankie, without ever having actually met them, I would predict that yours truly would be the last sort of girl a couple of powerhouses like those two would want to hang out with, much less become close friends of. And yet, ever since we all sat in the same cluster in Third Grade, the three of us have been like sisters. And it�s not like they treat me like a pathetic mascot or anything, either. (And I�ve never been an ass-kisser anyway.) Frankie and Megan treat me as exactly their equal. What assertiveness I�ve been able to develop over the years has been due largely to the encouragement of my two best friends.

So, anyway, Megan grinned and said, "Hubba-hubba, there, Elizabeth Ann. You shifting into a higher gear this summer?"

"Well, I guess I�m going to try. Brooke Kemmelman is having that pool party in a couple weeks, so this suit is, like, baby steps."

Frankie gave me a thumbs-up, too. "It looks good on you, Beth. It really does. I know you�ve been a little slow getting out of the gate, but give it a few more months and you�ll be a fully paid-up babe. You�ll have your choice of any guy in school — assuming you can find one worth having."

Frankie had already taken one of the two redwood lounges — it was her house, after all — and Megan was doing some kind of cheerleader-related exercises, so I grabbed the other lounge and stretched out. None of our families are poor, of course, but Frankie�s is the only one with a pool, so we tend to hang out there in the summer. And I had developed a serious thing for those big, cushy loungers. There was also a round table with an umbrella, so Megan just swiveled one of the chairs around between the loungers facing us so we could gossip in comfort.

So Megan had one foot braced on the end of my lounger with her chair tilted back on two legs. And then she got careless and unbalanced while dipping some guacamole and began windmilling her arms to keep from busting her head on the tile. I was already halfway up, reaching to grab her arm when she got it under control — but only at the price of slopping a spoonful of guac all across one cup of her top.

She leaned forward and pulled the fabric away from her boob and stared down at it in annoyance. Her exact words were, "Well, fuck."

She tried to rub it off with her thumb, not very successfully. There was a big green splotch on the white. Finally, with a muttered "Dammit . . . ," she reached back and untied the top and whipped it off. Frankie raised her eyebrows and I was, to be honest, shocked. Not so much that she had done it, I guess, but that she was so casual about it. About being unapologetically half-naked in front of us. She hopped up and knelt on the coping of the pool, dipping her top in the water and scrubbing it between her knuckles. After examining the results closely, she said, "I think that will do it until I can soak it in something later." Then she tied the strings around the ladder below the surface to keep it submerged without floating away. It figured, actually, that she didn�t want to put her top back on wet and clammy. While we hang out around Frankie�s pool a lot, we seldom actually immerse ourselves in it. It�s just, like, our venue.

So, there was Megan, back in her chair, big tits fully on display. They weren�t actually huge but they were considerably larger than Frankie�s or mine. Probably bigger than mine would ever be. I�d had an occasional fleeting glimpse of both my friends in various stages of undress during our regular sleepovers, but never for an extended study like this.

I was trying not to actually stare when Frankie set her drink down on the tile with a firm clink. "Okay, okay," she said. And she undid her own top and tossed it under her lounger.

Megan began to protest. "I didn�t say---"

"You didn�t have to," Frankie replied mildly.

I turned my head and took in the profile of Frankie�s small, firm breasts and the hard, protruding nipple that topped each one, and my pulse picked up. I confess, the sight of those lovely tits had a whole different effect on me than Megan�s jiggly pillows. I guess it�s obvious I have kind of a crush on Frankie. (Who was still always "Tiffany" in my mind.) I longed to reach over and cup the nearest perfect breast in my hand.

Anyway, the other two went back to swapping rumors and slandering the girls we regarded as sluts. Neither of them even looked my way, much less said anything about me being the tacit holdout. It would have been easier if they had. Then I could have asserted my independence and neither of them would have argued the point. But now, with a complete lack of pressure from them, I was kind of backed into a corner of my own making. I could sit here fully dressed — more or less — or I could join them.

Eventually, after about thirty seconds that felt more like thirty years, I quietly pulled the string of my top, lifted the material over my head, and draped it over the back of my lounge. I felt horribly self-conscious — partly because I could feel my nipples hardening — but if I couldn�t do this in front of my two very closest and completely nonjudgmental friends, there was probably no hope for me at all.

Megan gave me a wide, warm smile and bent forward with her hand out, causing her breasts to sway. Unlike Frankie�s, her nipples were soft-looking little buttons. I handed her back the guacamole and studiously took a slug of my limeade. And stared sidelong at Frankie�s body while trying not to be obvious about it. The realization that my own nipples now resembled hers was causing little electrical tingles in them.

So we were lounging there, drinking limeade and pigging out on the guacamole, and laughing over the scandals we were inventing about people we knew. The subject got back around to sex, as it usually does, and Megan said something about having to fend off her date�s advances the previous weekend. "I told him he could laugh all he wanted but that I was �saving myself� and he would just have to be patient. Of course, I meant I was saving myself for someone a whole lot better than him, but I didn�t explain that part!"

I joined in her laughter. "I guess the Three Musketeer Pact is still in force, huh?"

"Looks like," she agreed. The three of us had entered a more or less solemn agreement a couple years before, when sex had suddenly become a major part of our lives, that none of us would get swept off our feet and do anything stupid — especially without protection. We swore to be cold-blooded about the whole thing and to consult with each other, outside the sweaty heat of the moment. It seemed the safest and most logical way to deal with the issue of virginity and when to let it lapse.

And then Frankie said, "Um," and got kind of an embarrassed look. Megan and I stared at her and then at each other.

Megan let her chair plonk back down on all four feet. "Frankie! You didn�t! Say you didn�t actually do it!"

Frankie took a long, slow breath and let it out. "Sorry, you guys. I�m afraid I did. A very . . . special opportunity arose, entirely unexpectedly, and I . . . just seized it."

"Are you going to tell us who it was?" I wasn�t sure I wanted to know. I was upset by her revelation and I didn�t know whether it was because she had broken our agreement or simply because I was jealous of whoever she had apparently fucked.

Frankie hesitated. "I�m . . . thinking about it." She looked at me, then at Megan. "Look, I really am sorry. I know what we agreed, and I know it was for good reasons, and I promise I was going to tell you about it — really! But sometimes things just happen. And this is complicated — you can�t imagine how much!"

And then a cheerful male voice echoed down from the kitchen window behind me.

"Well, well, well. Double, double, toil and trouble, as Shakespeare used to say. My three favorite witches are meeting in coven."

It was Kevin, Frankie�s brother. He was four or five years older than us, already in college, and I hadn�t thought he was supposed to be around today. Wasn�t he working a full-time job this summer? Megan was staring up the tiled walk at him. She didn�t shriek or anything — that would definitely be non-cool — but she had quickly and casually covered her bare tits with her cupped hands. I had also done so automatically, even though I was hidden by the lounger.

Frankie, who had turned and half-risen, didn�t bother to cover herself — naturally. Megan looked at me, shrugged, and let her hands drop. I took a deep breath and followed suit, then stood up with the other two and turned to face the new arrival, putting my hands on my hips so no one would notice my fingers shaking.

Kevin stopped and stared a moment at the six naked breasts facing him. Being well over six foot, he had to lower his gaze. Frankie broke the silence. "Why aren�t you at work, Kev? Playing hooky already?"

"Uh, no, several of us worked late on a project the last couple of nights so the boss told us to take the afternoon off as compensation." He seemed a little flustered. I wondered why? Could it be he wasn�t expecting to find three semi-naked high school girls on his back patio? I watched his gaze bounce from one tit to the next. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

Of course, Megan and I had known Kevin nearly as long as we had known Frankie. He was always reasonably nice to us, even giving us lifts to the mall after he got his license. The fact that both Megan and I were "onlies" meant that we had kind of modeled our ideas of what a brother — or a boyfriend — ought to be on Kev.

I was kind of relieved when he licked his lips and cleared his throat. I don�t think he was even aware he had done it, but it meant he was probably as nervous in this unexpected situation as I was. But Kevin was quick at recovery.

"Do you three usually sit around like this?" He grinned, being more obvious this time about ogling us. I saw Megan relax and realized I had, too. Kevin was practically one of us. We could trust him.

"Only when we talk about sex," Megan said. "You know, for inspiration."

Kevin leered a little, just to show how unaffected he was by this encounter. "Oh, yeah? Anything new I ought to know about?"

Frankie glanced at Megan and me. "Only that I�ve recently had my ticket punched." She matched her brother�s leer. But Kevin was looking absolutely appalled.

"Dammit, Tiff! You can�t tell anyone about---" And he suddenly shut his mouth with a snap and got red in the face.

"Well, I hadn�t, actually. But I think you just did." She shook her head in disgust.

It took a few seconds for my brain to process the last few seconds, and then my mouth fell open. Megan was still looking a bit puzzled.

My head was shaking slowly all by itself. "Frankie, . . . are you saying . . . that you and Kevin. . . ?" I swallowed hard. "He�s your brother, Tiff!" My voice was practically a whisper. I couldn�t imagine the two them . . . and then, all of a sudden, I sort of could.

Megan had caught up now and was just staring back and forth between the two of them. "Your �special opportunity�?" she finally got out.

Frankie shrugged while Kevin just looked worried. "Yeah. It was a particular set of circumstances. He just happened to stumble across me naked — don�t ask — and I just happened to not really care, and . . . things just sort of developed from there." She smiled at her brother. "I have to say, I don�t regret a thing. It was nice. And I�ll bet this sort of thing happens a lot more often than anyone admits," she added.

"But it�s wrong," I blurted. All three of them looked at me.

Frankie raised an eyebrow. "Have you gotten religious all of a sudden, Beth?"

They both knew I was a convinced atheist, though I didn�t often say so, just to avoid being preached at. "Well, it�s illegal, anyway."

"Are you going to turn us in?"

That made me a little angry. "No, of course not! But I wouldn�t have to, you idiots! Someone will find out eventually! Someone always finds out!"

Kevin studied his flip-flops and Frankie sighed. "Okay, I know, it�s stupid. But we�re being as careful as possible. We�ve only done it a few times, and only when we�re alone at home. And the possibility of the two of us — well, it would simply never occur to our folks."

While I was trying to decide how I ought to feel about all this — these were my very closest friends, the most important people in my life that I didn�t share genes with — Megan sort of cut to the chase.

"So, Kev, tell us — how was she?"

Kevin kind of gaped at her and blushed bright red — and then we all just completely cracked up, which broke the tension. It occurred to me, just a fleeting thought, that Megan and I really had something on Frankie and her brother now. And then I killed that notion, just threw it away. I wouldn�t do that. And neither, I was absolutely sure, would Megan. Somehow, the four of us were all in this together. We would support and protect each other, as we always had. And that seemed to include Kevin now. We would just have to think of him as an honorary girl. Or something.

But everything else was also suddenly different now. As demonstrated a moment later, when Megan cocked her head and smiled up at Kevin. "You think she�d be willing to lend you out, big guy?" Now we all stared at her.

Kevin cleared his throat and focused on those big bare tits again for a moment. "Um. Are you serious?"

Megan shrugged. "Sure. Why not? I mean, you�re a known quantity, right? You�re safe. You wouldn�t gossip about nailing me, for obvious reasons. And I�m going to assume you�re clean, knowing you as we do. So maybe you�re the answer to the big �who and when� question. At least for me," she added with a quick glance in my direction.

"I�ll pass," I said, shaking my head. "I mean, no offense, Kevin. I�m just not quite ready for, um — besides, I---" And then I had the sense to shut my own mouth before cramming my foot all the way down my throat.

Frankie gave me a brief, considering look, then turned back to Megan. "Look, what you say makes sense, actually. And if the two of you want to fuck — and my big brother would have to be a total moron to turn down an offer like that, which he isn�t — then it would be pretty lame for me to get jealous, or whatever."

She folded her arms and got that crafty look that Frankie can pull off better than anyone I know. "However," she went on, "if the two of you just disappear upstairs, then Beth and I are going to know exactly what�s happening, right? And we�re going to be forced to sit down here and speculate about the details. I don�t think that would be very fair. I think you ought to do it right here, with the two of us as witnesses. You know, to guarantee fair play and all."

I wasn�t sure I bought the logic of that. At the same time, of course, while I had spent some hours over the past couple of years goggling at video clips online, I had never actually watched two live people screwing. And somehow, for some weird reason I couldn�t explain, I really wanted to.

"I agree with Frankie," I said firmly. "The three of us haven�t had any secrets from each other in years and years. Not until today." Frankie looked slightly embarrassed again. "And Kevin, you�ve sort of been sucked into our little gang, like it or not. Do you think you could handle fucking a girl in front of her two best friends?"

I was a bit taken aback at myself, the way I had phrased that, but looked at in that light, Kevin got a big grin on his face. "Does that mean a foursome?"

I smiled. To my surprise, I was enjoying this. Frankie had her eyebrows way up, too. "No, �fraid not," I replied, "but it means you get to show off your technique, right? Not to mention your dick." My, Beth, you are getting brave, I thought.

Kevin turned back to Megan, whose mouth had been hanging open again. "That�s okay with me," he said. "What about you? Would it embarrass you?"

That was exactly the right thing to say, as it happened. Megan�s jaw snapped shut. "I never get embarrassed about anything having to do with sex." Which was pretty much the case. "You guys can even hold up score cards if you want. Kevin, you have any condoms on you? I want to do this before I get my sanity back."

He held up a finger. "Be right back." And he turned and trotted toward the back door.

When he disappeared inside, Frankie said, "Are we all sure about this? �Cause you don�t actually have to screw my brother in public, Megan, not if it would make you uncomfortable or anything."

I blinked at that. Only among the three of us, I thought, would the possibility of not being uncomfortable in this situation even come up for discussion. But Megan was shaking her head. "The idea of spectators startled me at first. But the more I think about it, the hotter it sounds. As perverted as that might be." She shrugged again. "I want to do it, now. I really do."

And then Kevin had returned with a couple of little foil packets clutched in his hand like Halloween candy and it was show time.

Megan took a deep breath, then bent and simply shoved the bottom of her suit to the tile and stepped out of it. She cocked one knee and made a "Ta-da!" gesture with her hands like a spokesmodel. I wasn�t surprised that her pussy was shaved, as mine was. Bikinis these days pretty much demanded it. Despite the earth mother image she projected, she wasn�t really that fleshy and I could see the tip of her clit peeking out pinkly from its hiding place.

When Kevin hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his shorts, though, she stepped up to him and gently pushed his hands away. "Let me." And she slowly worked his shorts and briefs down his legs until he could step out of them.

Kev�s cock had gotten word of the agenda and was about up to half-mast. I had jerked off exactly two guys, one in the back seat of his car, one in the basement stairwell at the back of a church (don�t ask), and both in semi-darkness. I had enjoyed the experience, more or less, and had felt like I�d learned something, but both guys were a bit demanding, too. This was the first cock I had ever seen in the light. "Rampant," was that the word? The stiffer it got, the longer and thicker it got. Which, of course, I understood it was supposed to — but was that size normal? I wasn�t sure it would fit inside Meagan, much less me — but Frankie apparently had had no problems.

In any case, Megan had it in her hand and was kneeling on the tile, slowly stroking it up and down. They were standing between the two loungers now, so I sat down on one for a better view. It didn�t even occur to me to put my top back on; that would have been a bit silly under the circumstances.

Megan looked Kevin�s penis over carefully, then smiled and slipped it into her mouth. I knew, from our sleepover debriefings, that she had given guys blow jobs before, but it still made me gasp a little, the way it just disappeared between her full lips.

Frankie came and sat across from me on the other lounger, leaning forward and watching closely with a sort of proprietorial expression. She glanced up at me and winked.

The cock-sucking continued for a few minutes, with Kevin �s hands twitching on Megan�s head for balance. He alternated between closing his eyes in ecstasy and opening them wide to stare down at her in disbelief. Then he murmured "Wait, wait, . . ." as a warning to her not to go too far — not if she had further plans for his erection. Megan let his organ escape with a pop and smacked her lips theatrically. "C�mere," she said softly and stood. When she glanced at Frankie, our leader hopped up, moved around to my lounger, and plopped down beside me. The unexpected warm pressure of her hip and thigh against mine made me shiver — and I knew she had felt it.

Using her grip on his cock as a steering handle, Megan lay back on the vacated lounger, knees up and apart. Kevin ripped open the foil but she grabbed the little disc away from him, reaching down to unroll it over his rigid penis. She fell back and reached down again to guide him into place.

She apparently wasn�t going to demand a lot of foreplay, but Kevin stretched out on his stomach and lowered his face to her pussy instead. I watched in fascination as he stuck out his tongue and began licking her. Megan�s head pushed back and she gasped, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted. I tried to imagine what she was feeling and couldn�t even come close.

Frankie�s hand settled on my thigh, squeezing just a little, and she put her lips to my ear. "He�s really, really good at this," she whispered. I shivered again from her warm breath. "Beth, wouldn�t you like to feel him licking your pussy? Or, . . . would you maybe like me to do it?"

I turned my head and stared at her. Her nose was almost touching mine. "I really do like boys," I finally managed to say.

"So do I, but you knew that. But I also like girls. Some girls. I think maybe that�s partly why I got into the Goth thing. They seem more accepting of you if you�re bi."

"You�re . . . bisexual?" I had to swallow.

"Maybe. In theory. Never done anything about it, though. Yet." Her smooth fingers were slowly stroking my thigh and my heart was pounding. Up and down, pound, pound. "And, Beth, you�ve tried to be careful but I�ve noticed how you look at me sometimes. It�s actually very nice." She smiled and touched her nose to mine. I tried not to whimper.

She cocked her head. "I think we could at least manage a kiss, don�t you?" And before I could even form another thought, her soft, warm lips were pressed against mine, gently nibbling. Her tongue pushed forward and touched my teeth and I almost lost it. No more caution. I slipped one hand behind my friend�s back, pressing her breasts against mine, and the other hand behind her head. She relaxed and let me take the lead as I stuck my whole tongue in her mouth and let it explore. I backed off a half-inch and licked her lips and Frankie jerked once and then covered my breast with her hand, squeezing and massaging. It was amazing how much different that felt than when a boy did it.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Kevin�s big cock halfway into Megan�s pussy. He was taking his time, trying not to hurt her, and I felt a burst of affection for him, for showing her such consideration. Then I realized both of them had paused and were watching Frankie and me. I grinned and gave them a little fingertip wave. "I knew it!" Megan snorted and turned her attention back to more immediate events.

Then we had break apart for a moment to catch our breaths. "Did you mean what you said?" I asked.

Frankie smiled broadly. "Lay back there, babe."

I reached back and popped loose the crossbar that kept one end of the lounger elevated. Neither of us was especially short and we were going to need the whole length. I scooted back and lay down, pulling my knees up against my ass. Frankie grabbed the sides of my bikini bottom, yanked the strings undone, and whipped it out of the way. She seemed to be in a hurry, which I took as a compliment. And she must have realized she was the only one left who wasn�t completely naked, because the remains of her suit hit the tile on top of mine. I was a big surprised that, unlike Megan and me, she hadn�t shaved completely. There was a tiny triangle just above her clit, bright copper-bronze to match her hair.

And then she was lying on her front, face burrowing into my bare pussy, tongue wrapping itself around my clit. The shock of pleasure was like the end of the world — or maybe the beginning. Part of me was floating above, watching the sun shimmering on my friend�s metallic hair as her head bobbed eagerly between my legs. I heard myself gasp and whisper, "Oh, god!" Her tongue was sweeping up and down, pushing the lips of my pussy from side to side. My clit felt swollen and it seemed to vibrate like a tuning fork. After only a couple of minutes, I could feel the orgasm beginning to gather somewhere down there in my gut, like a tsunami roaring in towards the shore from a long distance away. Feeling it about to crash over me, I grabbed Frankie�s head and pressed her face against me. Her nose pushed up inside me and I began to jerk and tremble. I could hear myself sobbing. I considered myself something of an expert at masturbation, having learned long ago how to back off, pause, and then resume the action in order to build the power of my climax, but this was by far the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. My feet were up in the air, quivering, toes sticking out at odd angles. I hated to lose control of myself, and doing it so completely would have been embarrassing in other circumstances, but I was coming so hard, I didn�t care.

Frankie grinned up at me above the mound of my shattered pussy, then moved up a little to lay her cheek on my stomach. We both gasped and swallowed, then turned our heads in unison to watch Megan as she flipped over on her stomach and stuck her ass up in the air.

Kevin was evidently pacing himself, giving her the complete tour, and more power to him. He leaned over her, arms locked, and his erection slid back into her from behind. Megan moaned raggedly and gripped the cushion with both hands. She turned her face our way and saw us both watching. She smiled crookedly and whispered, "Fu-u-u-uck-k-k-k me-e-e-e. . . ."

Frankie slowly made her way up beside me and spooned back against me as we both turned on our sides to watch the rest of the show. She raised her leg, bracing her foot against her knee, so I could slip my hand over her hip and down between her legs. I had never touched a girl there — except myself, of course — but masturbating my best friend seemed the most natural thing in the world.

My fingers moved lightly up and down her pussy, making little circles around her clit, and then I began slipping my middle finger up inside her. Her passage was warm and damp and I wished I could push my whole hand up in there. I wanted to crawl up into Frankie�s cunt and fall asleep there.

On the other lounger, Kevin�s weight had pressed Megan flat, face-down into the cushion. She had one arm curled around her head, her fist full of wild blonde hair as she moaned louder and louder in time with Kevin�s strokes.

Frankie was moving her hips in time with her brother�s over there, and I wondered what she had felt when his big cock was where my fingers were now, stretching her cunt wide and thrusting deep inside her. Then I imagined what that same cock would feel like inside of me, and there was a sudden little spasm of lust in my own cunt.

And then a wonderful thing happened. Kevin had speeded up and it was obvious he was only moments away from coming. Megan was shoving her ass up against his belly, also poised on the brink. And then, just as both of them went rigid and began to jerk, and Megan gritted her teeth and squeaked, Frankie also came, gasping and clutching my arm, trying to keep it trapped inside her.

There followed four or five minutes of panting, gasping, loud swallowing, and quietly amazed swearing all around me. I�d already had my orgasm but I was vicariously enjoying the glow of theirs as well.

Kevin had rolled off of Megan and eventually levered himself into a sitting position. He was watching his sister and me, smiling and shaking his head a little. He was lightly stroking Megan�s ass, still bright red from the erotic pounding it had taken.

Frankie still had her leg flung back over mine and the hand that had brought her to climax was now slowly pinching and stretching her nipple. Her reaction was a slow, extremely sensual writhing that rubbed her ass against my stomach.

Megan had remained as she was, arm dangling over the side of the lounger. Her mop of fine blonde hair resembled a huge dandelion, sticking out in all directions. She was watching us, too. "I knew the two of you were going to hook up eventually," she finally said. "I just knew it. The way you looked at Tiff-I-mean-Frankie, Beth. And the way she invited you to, without ever saying anything." She raised her head and propped it on her fist. "I hope you won�t mind if I don�t actually join you. You both know I love you dearly — but sex with another girl just isn�t my thing. I don�t object to it at all, but I�ll just watch."

Frankie laughed. "Are you sure? You remember what Woody Allen said: Being bisexual means always having a date on Saturday night."

"Yeah, I�m pretty sure," Megan replied, then smiled. "But I�ll try to keep an open mind."

"I think I�ve come to a decision, too," I chimed in. "I�m no longer a virgin as a lesbian, so I think it�s about time I matched that status with hetero sex." I grinned across at Kevin. "I�d like to make an appointment with you," I said. "But we have to find a time and place where all four of us can get together again. I want witnesses, and I want to keep it in the family."

Kevin bowed and smiled. "I would be honored, Beth. It would sort of complete the set. You might even say---"

Frankie cut him off. "If you say �hat trick,� big brother, so help me, I�ll drown you!"

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