Misc. Erotica Summer of Sisters 1

“I told you Bryce was a shitty lay,” Victoria said as she slathered suntan lotion on Laura.

With my eyes open a hair’s breadth, I could observe the girls without them knowing. Victoria’s dark skin was covered in a tiny red bikini that hugged her extraordinary curves. I couldn’t see if the back of her bottoms was a thong, but I hoped it wasn’t I don’t know if I could take her big ass naked before me without popping wood.

“You weren’t wrong,” Laura grumbled, rolling onto her stomach and resting her face on a folded arm. “He pushed me down and stuck it in. No foreplay, nothing. Then he had the temerity to ask if I’d cum, after pumping like a monkey for twenty seconds and cumming.”

“At least he’s big,” Victoria said, passing the lotion over to Aniston.

“If you say so,” Laura said with a snort of laughter. “Tommy was bigger. Thicker at least and that’s where it counts.”

“Tommy’s a child,” Aniston said, whipping her golden hair over one shoulder as she settled the sunglasses on the aquiline bridge of her nose. “All the boys at school are children. Just wait til we graduate, then you’ll see what a real man is.”

“You said that freshman year,” Laura said with another snort, though she was careful to keep it subtle in regard to my imperious sister.

Victoria, who had less tack and social awareness, spoke up in a tone mimicking my sister’s calm drawl. “‘Forget the boys in dorms, we need to go after the seniors.’ And then what happened? You were stuck with Alan for a year. Ha!”

“Alan was handsome and well connected,” Aniston said, frowning at her friend.

“He was also a, what did you call it? A two-pump chump?”

Victoria laughed hard, and even Laura snickered. It was at me Aniston glared, and I realized I’d given myself away by grinning at the girl’s joke.

“Something funny?” My stepsister asked me with a withering look.

“Apparently your ex-boyfriends’ skills,” I said, unable to stifle my chortle of laughter. “Alan was the one with the floppy hair, right?”

“Yea,” Laura said, hiding her mouth as she giggled into the crook of one elbow. “He was floppy all over.”

“That’s enough,” Aniston warned her friends, who looked mollified. “And from you, too.” She said, addressing me. “You’ve got no room to talk, if Becca Powers is to be believed.”

A wash of coldness swept over my skin, and I wanted to crawl beneath the lounge chair when she mentioned that name.

“How do you know about Becca?” I asked.

I’d been certain the rumors hadn’t made it out of school, but apparently things spread fast in our small town.

“Everyone was talking about it over Christmas break,” Aniston shrugged, pulling down her sunglasses again and laying back. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You can’t help what you were born with.”

“What’s this?” Victoria asked, sitting up and glancing between us. Even Laura looked interested, though she hid it better.

“A dumb rumor,” I said.

“Tell them the truth, Jake.” The amusement was naked in Aniston’s voice, causing my anger to spike again and I found myself speaking, though I wished I could have the words back the moment they were out.

“Becca and I went to a dance together, and afterwards we fooled around. I thought that’s all it was, but when I got back to school after break she’d spread lies about me-.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Aniston said, frowning at me. “Some women even prefer them. Not me, of course,” she snickered, and I wanted to smack her right then, but even she had the good graces to blush and mutter a: “Sorry.”

“It’s not true,” I said, crossing my arms feeling my cheeks heat.

I knew what she was doing, of course. Aniston had brought up the embarrassing story to try and get me to flee the pool, leaving her and her friends alone. My stubbornness and the anger burning in my belly at the injustice of the rumor wouldn’t let me leave.

“What’s not true?” Victoria asked, her massive breasts bouncing as she looked between my sister and me. “If you two don’t stop beating around the bush…”

“Jakes got a micro-dick,” Aniston said with a shrug.

“I do not!”

Anger surged in me, but I stuffed it down, not wanting to scream or god-forbid start to cry from overwhelming frustration. My outburst had drawn all three of their gazes to me, and I saw their embarrassment for me written across their features.

“It’s ok if you do,” Laura offered, trying to be helpful as she plastered a fake smile on her face. “Size doesn’t matter anyway, just ignore what we were saying earlier.”

She finished lamely, glancing at Victoria, who frowned at me like I was a wounded animal. The busty girl hid her disgust well, working a fake smile onto her lips for a half-second before it collapsed, and she gave a sigh.

“Nope, sorry dude. I tried to lie, but the truth is you’re fucked. Size is everything to some women.”

“I. Don’t. Have. A. Micro. Dick.” I growled each word out between gritted teeth, but it was obvious they thought I was lying.

For a wild moment, I thought about standing up and dropping my trunks right then and there, but then rationality returned. Doing something like that could get a man thrown in jail, or even prison.

Gritting my teeth, I ignored my sisters’ smirks as I pulled on my headphones and turned up the volume. Their conversations continued, but I tuned them out, knowing if I showed any reaction, Aniston would find another way to needle me.

The sun’s heat got to me after an hour, and I slipped into the water to cool off. Laura was reading a book and Aniston looked like she was asleep with headphones in, but Victoria sat up when she heard me splashing.

“Was Ani, right? Did you get into Stanford?”

“Yea,” I said, enjoying the impressed look on the beautiful girl’s face before slipping beneath the surface and pushing off the wall to cavort underwater.

Just as I was surfacing, pale feet and well tones legs slipped into the water, followed by the rest of Victoria. When I surfaced, she grimaced and held up a hand, warding off any water droplets that might splash onto her face or hair which was piled into a messy bun atop her head.

“Don’t get me wet,” she said with a frown. “We’re going to a frat party tonight and I don’t want to do my makeup again.”

I ignored her as I kicked across the pool and enjoyed the squawk of annoyance. When I surfaced, I turned to throw her an amused grin and was smacked in the head with a foam noodle. It shocked me more than it hurt, and I stared at Victoria with such disbelief the girl burst out in laughter.

“I have five older cousins,” she smirked. “You’ll have to try harder than that to get my hair wet. Hey! I didn’t mean to-Unghggh!”

Laughing, I launched myself off the side of the pool, pushing a massive wave before me as I swept my hands together. The beautiful girl was in the middle of the shallow end and didn’t have time to make it to edge before the wave washed over her face and head. For one second, I thought she was mad at me, when those dark eyes glared at me balefully from beneath wet lashes, but the glare turned into a grin when she saw how near I was.

Leaping like the athlete she was, her open hands landed on my chest, driving me underwater. I tried to twist away underwater, but her fingers were surprisingly strong and held me down against the pool’s bottom.

Forgetting chivalry, I grabbed the girl, wrestling her down beneath the surface and twisting her beneath me. Her fingers dug into my skin, pinching and tickling as she struggled to win free. I was determined to hold her down for a few seconds, until I realized one of my hands held soft, springy flesh, encased in a bikini top.

Releasing Victoria, I felt my cheeks heat as I broke the surface. The girl came up right alongside me, making me all too aware of her smooth skin grazing against mine as our legs touched.

“If I was still in volleyball shape, you’d be in trou… what the fuck?!”​