Chapter 4
Jim had gotten held up in a late meeting, and most of the lights were out when he got home. Feeling weary, he decided on a midnight snack and went into the kitchen. Inside the door, he came to a sudden halt.
Facing away from Jim, Karen was scrubbing a section of the kitchen floor. On her hands and knees, the hem of her skirt shifted around the center of her lovely fanny. The flow of her gorgeous legs into her taut ass cheeks was unbroken by any panties. Jim could see the base of her ebony-plumed cunny winking at him from between the tops of her firm thighs.
Exhaling deeply, Karen arched her body up from the waist and wiped the back of one hand over her forehead. Apparently overheated by her work, she raised up onto her knees. The uniform dropped down over her fanny, and Jim raised his eyes to the nape of her neck. She reached back and freed the zipper running down the back of the uniform, and he watched the fabric open downward from her supple back. He was surprised to see an ivory bra strap contrasting with the tanned flesh framed by black silk. Still, he did not try to stop to think why she should be wearing a bra, but not panties.
She reached down and gathered the hem of the uniform so that she could raise it. The silk whispered as it rose like a curtain from the opulent spheres of her ass cheeks. He followed it up the dimpled insweep of the small of her back, then up past the bra strap. She slipped the uniform over her head and tossed it onto a chair to her side.
Karen leaned forward onto her straightened arms and again began to scrub at the floor. Sweat gleamed from Jim's forehead, and his erect prod shoved his trousers out toward Karen. She moved forward on her hands and knees, and he watched the contours of her back shift beneath her tawny flesh. Her buttocks moved from side to side, and her anal cleavage widened and narrowed above the base of her rich cunt. The wet floor reflected her firm belly's curl.
She rose up onto her knees and turned from the waist to reach back for her pail of soapy water. She gasped and quickly pushed up onto her feet. Before she could press her uniform to the front of her body, he saw that her bra was wet, and thus transparent.
"Oh, Mr. Torrance, what-what can I say?" she stammered. "If-if it had been Ben instead of you ... oh, please don't be too severe," she pleaded as she moved to him, and he stared at her with a mixture of arousal and confusion.
"I...." he began, but was distracted by the side to side movement of the uniform that gave him flashing glimpses of her dark mound.
"You'll only spank me with your hand, won't you-not with your belt?" she asked as she came to a stop right before him.
"All right," he heard himself reply as he looked down into her emerald eyes.
"Over your lap," she asked with a sigh of relief as she turned, "or bending over?"
"Lap," he murmured as he watched her naked ass cheeks roll above the flowing movement of her long legs.
As if in surrender, she stopped by a chair next to the kitchen's sliding glass door and let her uniform drop to the floor as she looked back at him. Balancing herself, she removed one shoe at a time and then stood in only the damp bra. He realized that her breasts did not project out as far as his teen-aged daughter's, though they had a wider span. Her pink nipples were pressed back against her aureolas by the bra, and he wondered how long the tapering nubs were.
Oblivious to the fact that his erection was quite apparent, he crossed the room to sit down in the chair next to Karen. As he sat down, his eyes focused on the view beyond the sliding glass door. He was facing toward the pool where Phyllis stood. Wearing a bikini, her wet flesh glowed with moonlight. Before he could consider moving the chair, Karen was stretching herself out over his lap.
He looked down at her plush buttocks as he felt her body shift against his hardened tool. He pressed one hand to the small of her back and felt how soft her flesh was. He glanced toward his daughter and saw the tops of her damp tits quiver as she moved. He raised his other hand. Karen squirmed upon the thrust of his cock, and he brought his hand down. A sharp slap seemed to fill the room as his hand met her tush, and it quivered under the blow.
Outside, Phyllis gripped the top of the pool ladder and leaned forward so that she could trail her toes over the surface. The reflected light from the water played over her accented leg, and her fanny shifted beneath her bottoms.
Inside, Jim brought his hand down again on Karen's ripe bottom, and she let out little cries. His hand rose and fell as his eyes shifted from her pink rear to his daughter. His body was tensed as she continued to wiggle against his swollen rod. He could not see the expression of arousal on her face.
The moonlight played on Phyllis's alabaster flesh, and in her auburn hair, and from the droplets of water clinging to the tops of her round, blossoming tits, and to her belly.
Karen's ass danced beneath his hand, and her cunny twisted against the hard jab of his cock. His eyes were glazed, and his body trembled. Karen gripped the side legs of the chair as her arms straightened, and her body arched up from the waist. Her loins thrust and turned against his shaft as his hand clapped against her ass. He gripped her back, and his head went back. His hips heaved beneath her, and she could feel his prick jerking against her as he came. He groaned as his come gushed against the inside of the pants, just separating it from her snatch. His eyes were closed, and he did not notice Phyllis diving into the pool. He sagged back in the chair, spent.
"Thank you," he heard Karen say in a timid voice, and he opened his eyes to see her kneeling before him. "Thank you for not being too mad."
He stared down into her flushed face and into her deep eyes. She stood, and he watched her quickly don her uniform and put away the cleaning items. Stunned, he watched her leave the kitchen. He wondered if it had all been a hallucination, but the widening stain on the crotch of his pants was proof of the reality of what had happened.
In his room, Ben had also been looking out at Phyllis. His cock had hardened at the sight of the moonlight playing over her damp flesh, and he had casually stroked it through his jeans. Over the previous months, he had been happily noting the development of his sister's body.
Phyllis dove into the pool and out of his line of vision, and Ben started to turn from the window. He stopped as he saw the light in Karen's room come on. His own light off, he leaned against the window frame. Wandering about her room, she began to unzip her uniform, and Ben opened his jeans.
Karen raised the black silk from her naked fanny, and Ben closed his hand around his tool. Her uniform fell to the floor, and she turned almost directly toward him. His breathing tightened at the sight of her ebony-plumed mound and firm belly. She now wore only her bra. He hummed to himself with pleasure.
The corners of her lips hinting at a smile, Karen took a full-length nightgown from a drawer and moved closer to the window. She could just detect the boy in the shadows of his room. She slipped her hands and forearms through the sleeves and glanced toward her open door. Someone was approaching her room as he came up the hall.
Pushing her wet hair back, Phyllis blinked at the sight of Karen putting on her nightgown. The translucent fabric drifted over her voluptuous ass and down her long legs. The moonlight from Karen's window temptingly silhouetted her naked body against the thin fabric. Karen turned, and Phyllis stared into the woman's deep green eyes. Water dripped from the girl's soaked bikini.
"Hi," Karen smiled warmly as she moved away from the window. "Come on in," she said with a wave, and she held the door open wide.
"Well, I...." Phyllis began uncertainly, and then she shrugged and moved into the room.
"I'm afraid I've gotten out of the habit of closing doors," Karen said as she closed the door behind the girl. "Have a good swim?" she asked before Phyllis could react to the door being shut.
"Yeah," Phyllis grinned, and she found it hard to avert her eyes from the thinly-veiled view of Karen's body. "Wow, you've got some nice things," she said as she noticed the clothes laid out on the bed.
"Slow getting unpacked," Karen said as she glanced back to see that neither of them was in Ben's line of view.
"Quite a difference, huh?" the girl asked as she held a string bikini of Karen's up in front of her modest bikini.
"Try it on," Karen suggested.
"Oh, I couldn't. Mom and Dad'd never let me...."
"So, you can still see what it looks like on you. Go on."
"Well ... okay," Phyllis said after a moment's debate, and she unfastened her top.
Only as the top came loose of her tits did she realize that she was baring them to the woman. Before she could become overwhelmed by feelings of shame, Karen turned toward her dressing table, and she began to brush her hair. The bikini top slipped from the maturing spheres of the girl's tits. Looking into the dressing table's mirror, Karen saw the pale pink caps of the girl's aureolas and the rings of her nipples.
As if afraid to be totally nude in front of someone else, Phyllis lifted the top of Karen's bikini. Frowning over her own behavior, she put it back down and unfastened her bottoms. Karen caught a glimpse of auburn fleece as the girl turned toward the bed, and then she saw pertly founded ass cheeks.
Naked, the girl grabbed for the string bottoms and fumbled with them as she tried to figure out how to put them on. Karen turned from the dressing table and moved toward her.
"Here, let me help," Karen said, and the girl started.
Pretending not to notice Phyllis's nervousness, Karen slipped the dusky brown cloth from her hand. Phyllis's elbows were at her sides, as if she were ready to cover herself with her hands, and she stared as Karen's fingers unfastened the waist strings of the tiny hourglass of cloth. Just below Karen's hands, she could see the shadow of Karen's dark cunt plume.
"Now, hold these here at your hips," Karen said as she pressed the front strings against the girl's alabaster flesh, "and I'll...."
Phyllis turned her head as Karen moved behind her, and she blushed deeply as she felt the soft warmth of Karen's fingers brush against the insides of her thighs. Karen caught the back triangle of the bottoms and raised it. The center of the hourglass pulled against the underarch of the girl's body, and her eyes lidded for a moment.
Karen spread the back triangle over the centers of the girl's uptilted buttocks and moved back before her to fasten the strings at one hip, and then at the other. The rings of Phyllis's nipples stood out hard from the plump rises of her aureolas.
"Very, very nice," Karen nodded approvingly as she took a step back.
The soft fabric clung to the girl's plump mound and left the outsides of her abdomen bare. Tiny curlings of auburn showed from under the dusky tan bottoms. Stunned at the sight of herself so nearly naked, Phyllis quickly grabbed up the top and put it on. Karen laughed as she tried to fasten it, and Phyllis laughed too, her tension released. The top was adjusted for Karen's tits, and so it fit Phyllis too tightly. The cloth just covered her nipples and forced the sides of her tits out to the sides, exaggerating her cleavage.
"Let's loosen that a bit, big tits," Karen grinned, and the girl glowed over the words.
"Do-do you really think so?" Phyllis asked as the backs of Karen's fingers brushed against her breasts as the woman adjusted the triangles to fit her tits. "Do you really think I've got big tits? They seem so little compared to Mom's."
"Well, compared to mine, they're big," Karen smiled.
"Oh, I didn't-" she blushed.
"Don't worry," Karen said warmly. "I like mine the size they are. If anyone else doesn't, that's their right, but I don't care."
"That-that's neat," Phyllis said, and she looked toward the full-length mirror near the window. "I'm not sure I want to know what I look like," she observed, looking down at her scantily-clad body, "but...."
"You look gorgeous, but you don't want to look in the mirror yet," Karen told her. "A bikini's meant to be seen wet-at least this one is."
She took the surprised girl's elbow and led her into the bathroom. Phyllis's hair still clung wetly to her head. Karen motioned her into the shower stall, and she shrugged with a little smile as she stepped into the cubicle. Talcing a deep breath, she turned the water on, and the spray washed over her.
Karen watched the water haze up from the girl's body, and slide over her bared flesh. The bikini began to absorb the moisture and clung to the rounded apples of the girl's tits, and to the lush rise of her cunny. Karen motioned for her to turn around, and the water moved over her back and over her tush. With the cleft of her fanny already visible, the triangle began to ease down from the top of her anal cleavage as it grew heavy with water, and the fabric clung to the plump pillows of flesh.
Karen smiled as she looked at the girl's back. The water splattered out against the georgette of her nightgown, and it clung transparently to her thighs.
"Yes, that's it," Karen nodded, and the girl turned the water off.
Phyllis started to reach for a towel, but Karen motioned for her to follow her back into the bedroom. At the mirror, Karen smiled to herself as she glanced out the window. Across the courtyard, a lamp just illuminated Ben. The boy was leaning back against the pillows on his bed, his hand stroking his tool. Having given up on seeing any more of Karen, he was stretched out with his eyes closed.
"Have a look," Karen said with a motion ' toward the mirror, and she stepped to the side.
The girl came to a halt before the full-length mirror, and she stared with amazement. The triangles of the bikini top clung like a second skin to the insides of her tits, and her aureolas made dark shadows around the hard nudges of her nipples. The front panel of the bottoms reached up to the middle of her abdomen, and the strings rose to her hips. The shallows at the outsides of her cunt were exposed, and auburn ringlets showed there. Wet, the cloth molded to the rich cheeks of her mound and accented her slit. She blushed deeply.
"And the back," Karen said, and turned the girl at an angle so that she could look back over her shoulder to see the outer halves of her fanny and the top of the cleavage.
"I-I might as well be naked," Phyllis stammered.
"Why not? You've got a beautiful body," Karen said softly.
"M-me?" the girl asked with astonishment, and looked up into Karen's eyes.
"Just look in the mirror," Karen smiled, and the girl did so. "You should be proud of your body."
Stunned, the girl moved her eyes over her reflection, and then she noticed how Karen's damp gown was clinging to her beautifully shaped legs so that they were clearly revealed, as was one long, tapering nipple. The carnation-pink nipple was just a shade of two darker than Phyllis' own nipples.
"It could use a little adjusting though," Karen mused, and reached out to catch the base corners of the top's triangles.
Phyllis looked down as the long fingers pushed the fabric toward the center of her swollen tits, and narrowed the span of the covering. The girl swallowed hard as the woman's delicate touch shifted against her breasts until the cloth just covered her aureolas. Phyllis felt dizzy, and she swayed slightly as Karen lowered her hands.
"Ah, and these little dears," Karen smiled, and her fingertips began to press the loose curls of Phyllis' muff under the cloth. "That's an advantage I've got with the way my hair grows," Karen said, and the girl looked down to see the shadow of Karen's feathering of dark hair beneath the gown.
Phyllis' eyelids lowered as the woman's fingertips caressed the outsides of her mound, and she felt her heart pounding.
"Too bad you can't wear it outside," Karen said sadly, "but maybe sometime when you're swimming late at night...?"
As she spoke, Karen turned her eyes to Ben's window. He was shifting from side to side on his bed as he continued his masturbation. She adjusted the strings of the bottoms and caused Phyllis to turn toward the window. Then she turned and moved back to the bathroom.
Phyllis took a deep breath in an effort to clear her head, and she forced her eyes open. The golden eyes widened as they focused, and she stared open-mouthed at the sight of her brother sliding his hand up and down his cock. She looked around abruptly and saw that Karen was in the bathroom.
Despite herself, she looked back toward Ben's window. She stared with amazement at his tool. It was both longer and thicker than Ted's, though Ben was several years Ted's junior. Her cunny flexed beneath the damp cling of the bikini, and her breathing again grew shallow.
"Let's get this off, and get you dried before you catch cold," Karen said, and Phyllis started.
Karen held a large towel in one hand as she began to unfasten the top with the other. Phyllis started to say something, but she did not want to attract the woman's attention to the sight of Ben jerking off, or to let it be known that she had been watching him. Behind Phyllis, and to one side, Karen was not facing directly toward the boy's window, and so Phyllis remained where she was, and kept silent.
The strings of the top came free, and Karen peeled the wet triangles away from the girl's tits. The aureolas were tightened from the moisture, and the erect nipples were very hard. Karen began to slide the towel over Phyllis's shoulders.
Ben's fist pushed up his shaft, forcing the flesh toward his knob, and then it pulled back down the length. Phyllis's eyes moved over his faintly-lit form, and she saw for the first time that his swimming had left him lithely muscled. Now, the muscles stood out in relief as his heavy breathing lifted his chest above the flat hardness of his belly.
Karen's hand moved the cloth over the tops of the girl's tits, and then she gently cupped each of the firm spheres. Phyllis's breath caught as the woman's hands caressed her through the towel, and as the center's of her palms pressed to the burning of her nipples.
Ben's head pushed back against his pillows, and his heels dug down into the bed. His features were strained as he continued to slowly stroke his big rod. His other hand rubbed between his balls to work his root.
Karen's eyes flicked from the brother to the sister as she continued rubbing the girl's tits, and her other hand freed the strings of the bikini bottoms. Her body slid down against the girl's as she lowered herself to her knees. Phyllis's eyes were glazed. Karen's hand moved over her tightened belly, and her other hand began to peel the bottoms away from her pert fanny and away from the throbbing of her snatch.
Ben's lips pulled back from his clenched teeth, and he twisted from side to side as his rapture mounted. The veins stood out on his hands and forearms as he pulled at his cock and kneaded his root.
With only the damp towel between, Karen moved her hand over Phyllis's round ass cheeks and down along their cleavage. The damp flesh quivered at the movement, and the girl tightened her buttocks. Phyllis could feel Karen's warm breath against her hip and could feel her thinly garbed body shifting against her leg. Her eyes remained on her brother, and she moistened her dry lips as she fought to keep her legs from buckling. Karen's hand moved between her thighs.
Ben was groaning as he prolonged his excitement. His tool was reddened by the steady up-and-down movement of his hand.
Phyllis trembled as she felt Karen's wrist turn against the insides of her thighs, and then the woman was pressing the towel against her cunny. Her lids almost closed as Karen's knowing touch pressed against the nest of soft, damp ringlets, and against the girl's slit.
Phyllis saw her brother straining to keep from coming. Karen's tapered fingers touched against the top of her slit as the heel of her hand stroked her cleave. Her clit was pulsing madly beneath the press of the woman's fingers.
Ben's mouth stretched wide, and his body arched up from between shoulders and feet. Karen's clit blazed under Karen's touch as she watched her brother's prod jerk in his grip. Her breath caught as his thick spend shot up into the air, and her clit seemed to implode and explode with electric energy.
The girl was unaware of gasping with ecstasy, or of leaning back against Karen. Her eyes were closed to the sensations of bliss flooding through her.
After several moments, Phyllis opened her eyes. Swaying, she saw that Ben was lying limply on his bed. Her head clearing, she looked around. Karen smiled pleasantly at her as if nothing had happened. The damp nightgown clung to the front of her body, and the beauty of her body was as visible to Phyllis' eyes as the girl's naked body was to Karen's eyes.
"I-I should...." Phyllis murmured as she tried to sort out her emotions. "It's getting late."
"Yes," Karen said softly with a nod, and she continued to look into the girl's eyes.
"I should ... get dressed," Phyllis said with a catch in her voice, and Karen said nothing.
Phyllis knew that she had come as Karen had rubbed her slit, and as she had watched her brother jerk off. Now, she was standing naked before the woman, and she felt totally confused. She was uncertain if Karen was aware of what had happened, and if the woman desired her as much as she. She could not complete the thought and admit to her desire for Karen.
"Yes, get dressed," Phyllis muttered, and she forced her eyes toward the woman's bed.
She moved across the room and slipped into her bikini. She felt certain that Karen was watching her dress in the not too-concealing swimsuit.
"I-I'll see you in the morning," she said quickly, and she opened the door.
"Sweet dreams," Karen said, and the tenderness in her voice almost caused Phyllis to run back to her so that she could hug her. Instead, she went out, closing the door behind her.
Across the courtyard, Ben cleaned his come from himself. He wondered if he had actually seen his sister naked with a near-naked Karen, or if he had been dreaming in a half-sleep. Finished, he looked across at Karen's window and saw that her light was now out. Satiated from his orgasm, he went to bed with the hope of dreaming of her and Phyllis.
In Ben's parents' bedroom, Laura was sleeping with a smile on her face as she dreamed of Karen oiling her body by the pool. Jim was relieved to find his wife asleep, and he slipped his come-stained trousers into his briefcase. Getting into bed, he wondered about the excitement he had felt at spanking the long-legged maid. He did not think about having watched his daughter as he came. Gradually, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.
In her room, Phyllis fought with her feelings of guilt over being with Karen and watching her brother, and climaxing. She wondered if Karen felt any desire for her. As she fell asleep, she remembered Ben's strong young body shaking with his orgasm, and how his come had spewed up from his big cock.
As the Torrances thought and dreamed of her, and the arousal she had inspired in them, Karen was sleeping with an innocent girl's smile upon her lips. She had already thought about what she might do the following day.