Eat the Frog, Grant!

Literotic asexstories – Eat the Frog, Grant! by theWriterInTheNude,theWriterInTheNude If it’s your job to eat a frog, it’s best to do it first thing in the morning. And If it’s your job to eat two frogs, it’s best to eat the biggest one first. – Mark Twain

Felicia – July 14th: Before dawn

I’m going to do this. Felicia was up before sunrise, too filled with anxiety and giddiness to go back to sleep. She had to follow through on her best friend’s bet. Just go to the kitchen. No way will he be up yet. She spurred herself to go get a morning snack from the pantry. She liked to eat something a couple of hours before she hit the treadmill, and perhaps it would be a little low-risk exposure to calm her racing heart. Don’t think I can run without the sports bra. She’d have to walk for longer than she’d like to get her exercise in.

Why did I tell Bethany I liked to be naked? Felicia tutted to herself as she slid on her tennis shoes. The air conditioning made the floor a little cold for her feet. If I hadn’t, she wouldn’t have bet me a thousand dollars, and I couldn’t have done this on National Nude Day. Her best friend would appear later to check up on her. And there wouldn’t be naked sunbathing with a friend. The money would make it easier to subsist on her scholarship. Bethany wouldn’t miss the thousand; it would be like losing pocket change in the couch cushions for her. She tied her ponytail up with a bow to match her running shoes.

Her biggest obstacle would be Grant being home. Hopefully, he’ll end up at Tyler’s playing video games like he does most weekends. I can hide in my room until then, right? Felicia had let Bethany put up cameras around the house on the condition that they weren’t on the internet. Bethany had to have some way to check that Felicia had adhered to her part of the bet. She couldn’t cover up once the clock struck midnight, or she would forfeit the win.

“Alright! Pop-Tarts!” Felicia cheered aloud before her revving heart caused her to blush as she pulled the last foil packet from the pantry. She was being too loud, but Grant hadn’t eaten everything yet. He was on a scholarship to play linebacker at a major college and claimed that his nutrition only took a break when he was at home. It meant that he devoured anything slightly junky that she’d hidden from her family. Felicia leaned over the countertop and scrolled through social media while munching on the sweet maple and brown sugar treat. She looked up and gave the apparent camera in the front room a wave. “Hi, Bethers!”

Felicia couldn’t help parading around her house and visiting places where she couldn’t typically indulge in her nudity. She was careful not to make too much noise as she put on her headphones to see the video her friends had posted from Mexico last night. They looked like they were having a lot of fun. She smiled, wishing to be on a beach with them or her parents instead of worrying about her summer job. She didn’t want to fret about working while in school, but wanted to have enough spending money to get through the year.

When she turned around to grab something to wash down her breakfast treat from the fridge, Grant was standing slack-jawed in the entry from the front door. He was staring at her in his sweat-soaked pair of shorts.

Since Bethany bet Felicia that she couldn’t do this, she’d been thinking of this moment, equally fantasizing and fearing what would happen if Grant didn’t follow his routine. Nothing would stop her from winning those thousand dollars, not even her stepbrother being home.

“What are you doing?” Grant asked with a bewildered look in his brown eyes. The boy was in incredible shape, and the sweat highlighting his muscles made Felicia think indecent things about him. His dark, warm skin was inviting.

“It’s National Nude Day.” Felicia shrugged as she took out her headphones and went back to fetch a morning cold brew from the fridge, though she doubted she needed a kick of caffeine now to wake up.

Grant – July 14th – Earlier in the morning

The alarm was too intense for a Sunday morning as it roused Grant from sleep. “Eat the frog.” He said with a yawn. It was a mantra to do the one thing he hated most but needed to accomplish in the day before anything else. Grant shook his head and shuffled over to find his running shorts before his better senses could argue against it. He would have to grab a pair of clean boxer briefs from his dresser, but the shorts were reusable before washing.

The longer he waited to do cardio, the hotter it would be. “Had to get a football scholarship, didn’t you?” He groaned at his naked reflection in the mirror. Even his typical morning wood knew better than to stay up, drooping even before he went down the hall to relieve his bladder. Grant would be a starter as a junior and needed to ensure that a highly recruited freshman didn’t take his spot.

Grant had to return to college the next week, but he would enjoy his one-week vacation after eating the proverbial frog. Most of his family was gone for the week. His mom and stepdad had taken his half-brother and half-sister on vacation to Hawaii. That left the spacious house to Grant and his twin sister Felicia. They were twins because they shared the same birthday, only a year apart. Having distinct sets of parents also didn’t prevent the nickname for the pair. Felicia was a petite strawberry blonde with killer blue eyes, while he had a much darker complexion and stood an entire foot taller than her.

His mother was black, and his father was a tall basketball player on a scholarship from the Philippines. Grant resulted from a late college accident at a fraternity party after the team made the tournament. A broken condom and missed birth control produced Grant without a genuine relationship developing between the pair. His father wasn’t completely absent, but only made it to the States from Manilla twice a year. He had his own family back home, but didn’t hide Grant’s existence from them. The man had done his best to ensure he took care of his fiscal role in Grant’s upbringing, even if he couldn’t be present as often as he’d like.

Felicia and her father had been in Grant’s life for as long as he could remember. His mother had married the jovial redhead Scotsman when Grant turned three. They met as the only single parents taking their kids to the same daycare. A romance developed after they started exchanging babysitting time so the pair could go to job interviews or exams. Grant was thankful that the man he called dad hadn’t taken Felicia back home to Scotland after her mother died, as he had been a fantastic role model and loving dad. Felicia wasn’t bad either now that she’d grown out of her bratty years.

Felicia’s mother didn’t survive her daughter’s birth. She had a fatal heart attack a few minutes after Felicia cried for the first time. Felicia was scared that the issue was genetic, but every checkup she’d been to had come back healthy. Thinking that she had a timer counting down on her life, Felicia had been a bit of a wild child before she got to college. Bethany, her best friend, seemed to curtail her tendencies. Oddly, the daring woman seemed to restrain his stepsister, but maybe she was better at hiding the crazy.

The house was dead silent as Grant crept out the front door wearing only a pair of silvery shorts that reflected the headlights of passing cars. His chestnut, Blasian skin could blend into the darkness too well. It was early enough that the sun would just be peaking over the horizon by the time he finished his 10k route. Grant hadn’t done the best job of keeping up with a training regimen the previous summer and faded toward the end of games at the start of the last football season. He intended to push himself harder to avoid that.

The early morning air was soupy as he ran, causing sweat to pour. Grant had to slow his pace slightly to keep his heart rate in the perfect band as he ran through a local park. A podcast buzzed in his ears to distract him from his least favorite daily task. Eat the Frog. Grant reminded himself when his body yelled at him to stop running. Mark Twain may have coined the phrase, but his coach referred to another productivity book from much more recently.

When Grant had finished his long run, he was surprised to see that his 10k pace was only thirty seconds off his typical, despite the stifling humidity. Walking down the wooded path, Grant stretched his legs to keep limber after the run. In his experience, stretching after a run was more important than before to stave off aches, strains, and cramps.

Must have left the light on when I left. Grant shook his head when he saw the glow from the front room bleeding through the closed curtains as he walked around the col-de-sac to cool down. There was no way that his sister would be awake already, not on a day off. She often had to work until past closed to get the store cleaned up.

Grant still needed to head to the unfinished part of the basement to lift weights before he could shower. He would’ve liked to wait until he had a spotter so he could bench press, but that wouldn’t be possible today. He needed to shower within a few hours of running, or oak mites would speckle his skin with enormous, itchy welts. Dumbbells would have to do, as he wouldn’t risk an accident like what had happened to a teammate.

He eased the front door open, lifting the handle slightly to avoid scraping against the tile. I really should fix that. Grant thought as he tried to keep from waking his stepsister. Across the room, though, Felicia was very much awake and not wearing a scrap of clothing unless he counted the ribbon in her hair or hunter-orange running shoes. The orange fabric bow, which kept her hair in a ponytail, perfectly matched her shoes. This was deliberate, not accidental, nudity.

She’s got her headphones in. Sneak by and head to your room. A logical portion of his brain screamed, but Grant couldn’t. She entranced him.

Felicia was petite with a cheerleading sculpted figure. Even if college stopped her cheering, Bethany, her best friend, undoubtedly made her stick to an effective workout routine. Her stomach was flat, and her body held nary a tan line. Does she sunbathe naked? Grant crept closer as he watched her dance over to the refrigerator. Would have to be at Bethany’s pool. Someone is always home here.

A pair of magnificently shaped and sized breasts were more massive than Grant had pictured. Tiny, light pink nipples bounced along with every step. The areolae were barely more extensive than the small but thick nubs. His stepsister was in unbelievable shape. Don’t do it. The logical portion of his brain tried to reassert itself before his eyes fell to her pussy. It looked cleanly shaved, incredibly smooth, and tightly closed. Only the smallest of lines spoke of her being a real woman instead of a Barbie missing her outfit.

Like it or not, Felicia had already made more than one appearance in naughty dreams. His imagination, shaped by personal experience and the unreal excellence of air-brushed naked women, couldn’t conceive of a figure this perfect. Grant wandered closer as if pulled into the orbit of his stunning stepsister. Her unreal, light blue eyes suddenly met his. Say something! Don’t just be a creeper.

“What are you doing?” His heart thundered more than it had on the run.

“It’s National Nude Day.” Felicia shrugged and grabbed the giant mason jar filled with homemade cold-brewed coffee. “Want some?” Her eyebrows waggled as if more than the coffee was on offer.

“Not until I finish eating the frog.”

“I keep telling you, that sounds like some kind of dirty sex act.” Felicia giggled as she poured.

“Nope, just doing the hardest thing I have planned in the day first, so it’s all downhill from there. Are you going to be celebrating all day?”

“Yup. Bethany bet me I couldn’t spend the day naked.” Felicia leaned down to put the cold brew back, and Grant’s eyes took a keepsake image of her butt and pussy sneaking out below.

“Should have known she’d be involved. Going to be hard since Tyler’s coming over later.”

“He is?” Brief panic crossed Felicia’s face. “Oh well, a little embarrassment is worth a thousand. Besides, I don’t think Tyler seeing me will be any more embarrassing.”

“Wow, quite the bet. How will you come up with the cash if you lose?”

“Simple, I won’t.”

“Never bet what you can’t afford to lose.” Grant winced as the cliché left his lips.

“I enjoy being naked, so it seemed easy,” Felicia said with confidence, but blushed brightly afterward. “You’ve already seen me, so the one thing I feared is out of the way.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you.”

“Maybe we can finally get him and Bethany to hook up.”

“Really? You think Bethany would go for it?”

“He’s cute, and I hear through the grapevine that he has an enormous cock.” Felicia jumped on the countertop and crossed her legs.

“I don’t have a habit of hanging out naked with my friends, so I wouldn’t know. Tyler would have a heart attack.” Grant walked around the breakfast bar and leaned against it so Felicia wouldn’t see his cock getting hard.

Felicia – That same time

Her heart was pounding in her chest as Felicia tried to stay calm. Getting caught by Grant was a real risk she’d accepted to complete her bet. It wasn’t only getting caught that had her heart going, though. The tall, stoutly built man across from her had forced her to cross her legs while she sat, hoping that he couldn’t see her arousal. Her nipples were unmistakably stiff even in the warm kitchen, but maybe he hadn’t made a note of that yet.

Grant was a foot taller than her, with a long, toned torso. He must have gotten most of his height from his father, as Felicia’s stepmom was only an inch taller than Felicia. His dark, curly hair was cut with a close fade, and Grant had to go to the barbershop once a week to keep it in perfect order. He hadn’t been encouraged to do that until he got to college. The hairdo looked much better than the frizzy, frazzled look he used to use.

Felicia was almost sure that he’d been staring at her pussy as she stooped to put the cold brew back in the fridge. Did I do that on purpose? She liked his intense brown eyes taking her in, but he was enough of a gentleman not to make the glances obvious. There has to be a reason he hid behind the counter.

This is wrong. She pleaded with her surgent libido that wanted nothing more than him to slip off his shorts and plunge into her. It had been months since she’d gotten laid, and he was handsome. I wonder what his cock looks like. A fantasy took shape in her mind.

“Suppose I should warn you I let Bethany put up cameras to check on me. She promised me it was image only, though.”

“Cameras?” Grant looked around for anything noticeable.

“Also, they’re not connected to the net. She’ll have to check them manually.” Felicia pointed toward the obvious one she’d spotted earlier. “Or at least on the guest network, so she has to be here to see the video.”

Grant pulled out his phone and fiddled with something for a moment. “Can confirm. I see four devices I don’t recognize on the guest network, but they can’t get out to the wider internet. They can only talk to each other.”

“Nerd!” Felicia teased. “See, you can trust Bethers.”

“Oh, I believe she has the best of intentions, but she’s a business major, and I don’t need your naked walks to end up on the internet accidentally. When’s she coming over? Probably should make sure Tyler’s here so we can get them hooked up.”

“Brunch, she said. But hopefully, she wants to hang out at the pool for a while.” Felicia pointed out the back door. Their house’s placement at the end of the col-de-sac meant the property abutted a dense strip of forestry. Coupled with a brick-appearing cement fence, it made their pool private, especially on the weekends.

“You’re going to hang out by the pool wearing that?” Grant shook his head.

“I do it all the time at Bethany’s, but she has family visiting.” Felicia pointed down her body to prove her point about the lack of tan lines. “Plus, driving over wearing my outfit might be illegal.”

Bethany’s privacy was because of the immense property her family’s mansion was built on. Her father was a highly successful corporate lawyer, and her mother was a renowned surgeon. Unlike other well-to-do families in the area, Bethany had gone to public schools, where she met and befriended Felicia. The family was self-made and believed that their children needed a similar experience. Despite the wish for some normalcy for their children, they showered Bethany and her sister with a large allowance. Bethers sometimes used that money to make ill-advised bets.

“Huh, better make sure Tyler gets here early then. He wasn’t planning on hanging out until later.”

“See if he’ll show up at noon or so. I’ll bet I can get Bethers to join in on nudity by then.”

“You’re kind of devious, sis,” Grant laughed as he pulled one of his large water bottles out of the fridge. He drank at least a couple of them a day.

“Aren’t I?”

“Well, I leave you to whatever this is. I need to finish eating the frog.” Grant whirled around and moved toward the staircase, closed off by what looked like a pantry.

“What’s the second part? I thought you only had to eat one frog a day.”

“Some days, it’s frogs all the way down.” Grant chuckled. “I’ve never read the book that coach talks about, but the Mark Twain quote says if you have to eat two, do the biggest first. So, cardio before weights. The same could apply to studying or writing essays.”

“Huh, would you mind if I used the treadmill? I can’t run, but that means I need to take a long walk.” Felicia wanted to spend more time with Grant.

“Suit yourself. Why can’t you run?” Grant held open the door and motioned for her to go first.

“You wouldn’t understand. You don’t have breasts.” Felicia stopped by the fridge and put her glass of cold brew in to keep it cool. She was glad she’d yet to drink any. Her stomach would get unsettled if she worked out too soon after drinking coffee. Walking won’t mess with my stomach after eating, right?

“I have pecs.” To highlight that, Grant flexed to show off.

“They don’t bounce like this.” What possessed her to hop on her feet and demonstrate wasn’t logical and caused Felicia to blush. Grant’s eyes followed the motion, though.

“Point taken.” Grant chuckled.

“What routine are you on today?”

“Chest, arms, and core.”

“Your nutrition plan seems to work.”

“Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.”

“You can thank Bethany for this. That girl’s yoga routine made most of it. That and trying to keep up with her stupid long legs running. I have to make fifty percent more steps than her.”

“You’re short.”

“Fun-sized! I’m fun-sized.”

The family gym was mainly the work of Grant and Felicia’s father. The treadmill and spin bike were cast-offs from Bethany, whose family only kept equipment for a year until the first time it acted up. Grant had to replace some wiring on the treadmill and the head unit on the bike when they got them, but they were far higher grade than anything they would have bought on their own. Grant slowly assembled the free weights from his allowance throughout high school and purchased them with summer jobs. He was especially proud of the bench press and squat rack he’d found at an estate sale for the right price.

The fitness room was nestled in the unfinished half of the basement, comprising two framed-in rooms that could be made into a second suite, like the primary one their parents had on the top floor of the two-story house. It was long and narrow with exposed concrete and studs, but Grant installed a rubberized floor by hand last summer, and her father hung a TV off the studs to provide distraction during cardio. Felicia streamed a home improvement show that wouldn’t bother her stepbrother.

Grant mostly ran outside, poor weather being the only exception. He always told Felicia that he had enough treadmills at school and would rather get out into nature while running. Simulating the twists and elevation changes of his favorite park paths was challenging. Felicia felt similar, but an outdoor walk or run would be ill-advised if she were going to win her bet.

Usually, when she walked, Felicia zoned out and thought about almost anything else. Today, impure thoughts dominated her thinking and were exclusively starred in by her stepbrother. Maybe working out concurrently with him was a mistake. She couldn’t help observing him whenever she got a chance for a sneaky glance. A pair of enormous mirrors that ran down the length of the two long sides of the gym aided in the observations. Her favorite was him doing pull-ups or hanging upside down to do inverted sit-ups.

Her vibrant fantasy was an image of waiting for him to do the bench press and then hopping off the treadmill. He’d be helpless as she pulled off his shorts and sated her curiosity. Maybe she’d climb into his lap and finish her cardio with a screaming orgasm. It would be better for her heart rate than walking. You’re not a screamer like Bethany. Felicia told herself.

After every exercise, Grant returned to his phone to cross something off. Trainers at his school had helped every player develop a personalized fitness plan. That meant that Grant’s workouts came with homework. He had to check off each exercise he completed. The athletic trainers would chart his progress and adjust his plan accordingly.

Felicia’s time on the treadmill had her calves and buns burning when she started her cool down. Did he watch my butt? Grant spent over an hour working out daily, not counting his cardio. She should have left Grant to finish his routine, but something compelled her to stay.

“You put these too high for some of us to reach,” Felicia said as she wandered over to the chin-up bar and the apparatus where Grant did inverted sit-ups. They were hanging across the exposed rafters.

“Had to keep the twins out of trouble.” Grant grinned as he checked another set of curls off his list. “Seems to have worked on you, too.”

After years of calling Felicia and Grant twins, long enough for the nickname to be permanent, when her stepmother got pregnant, they were authentic twins this time. Although, by a twist of fate, Alexandra was born before midnight, while Chase was born after midnight. They only had to worry about the discrepancy once every four years, as Chase was born on a leap day. The pre-teens could get in trouble if Grant left things reachable.

“Can I try?” Felicia pointed at the pull-up bar.

“If you can reach it, Fun-Sized.” Grant chuckled.

Felicia tried a pair of fruitless hops and even attempted to kick off a stud that made up the wall to get a boost, but neither attempt worked. “Help, please.” Felicia batted her eyes at Grant with a pout. Why am I doing this?

“But you’re naked and sweaty.”

“Oh, come on! It won’t be that different from when you helped me practice cheerleading routines. Just don’t touch the tits or coochie.”

“You’ll just throw a fit if I don’t, right?” Grant sighed and shook his head.

“Uh-huh.”

“At least towel off the sweat.”

“Alright. But women don’t sweat. We glow!”

“Bullshit!” Grant shook his head. “That might work for guys that didn’t have sisters growing up.”

Felicia grabbed a fresh towel from a stack under the TV and wiped herself down. “Better?”

“Yes. I don’t need you slipping and getting hurt.”

“Here, hands on my waist.” Felicia turned away from Grant and waited for him to grip her. “And one, two, three!” She jumped as Grant helped her up so she could grab the pull-up bar.

Felicia was mistaken about Grant touching her naked body being no big deal. It felt like electricity flowed across her body from one robust hand to another. Exercise had made her apparent arousal less obvious, but him touching her restarted it.

“Come on, Fun-sized! Let me see you touch your chin to the bar!” Grant cheered her on.

Try as she may, Felicia couldn’t quite make it. She hadn’t attempted a pull-up since high school, and now she was regretting it. She kicked her legs to assist her, to no avail.

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can! Dig deep, Fun-Sized!” Grant clapped. His tone of voice reminded Felicia of her cheerleading coach in high school, Mrs. Anderson. It was upbeat but demanding.

“No! Help me down!”

“One more try!” Grant ordered.

Felicia relaxed her arms and took a deep breath before trying again. The way she looked in the nearby mirror was different, but sexy. She strained again and suddenly got a little lighter as she went up. Grant put his shoulder under her ass and helped her.

“Got it!” Felicia yelled. “Help me down!”

Grant wrapped his arms around her closed legs and squatted down to help her to the ground. His hand got inadvertently close enough to her pussy that she could swear she could feel his body heat radiating into her womanhood.

“There you go, you big baby.” Grant went back to his phone and lists of exercises.

“My hero.” Felicia turned around and laughed. “What do you have left?” She peeked over his shoulder at his phone and the checklist. “Bench press. Aren’t you going to do that?”

“Supposed to, but I need to shower soon, and Tyler’s the only one that can spot me. I’ll do some dumbbell stuff instead.”

Outdoor activities for Grant came with a timer during the summer and fall. If he didn’t take a hot, soapy shower a few hours after he was outside, the oak mites would eat him up. It was so terrible once last summer that he had to go to urgent care after he had an allergic reaction. They used to be an autumn issue, but it seemed they were popping up earlier every year.

“I used to spot you.” Felicia pointed at the rack he was so proud of. “Your athletic department came up with the plan.”

“But you’re kinda naked, and you need to be pretty close.”

“I can do it. You know naked doesn’t always mean sex, right?”

Grant – That same time

Stop looking at your stepsister like that! Grant silently admonished himself. He couldn’t help glances at her pert bottom and lovely breasts. Having her bare pussy on full display certainly wasn’t helping. He was glad to be wearing tight undies and baggy shorts to hide any physical reaction to the stimuli.

“Yeah, I get it, sis. Are you sure? You’ll have to stand close, and I’ll get an intimate view of your…”

“My pussy? Have you seen one before? You’re not a virgin, right?” Felicia suddenly took on the same teasing tone of voice she used as a girl, but it never had the same raunchy lent as now.

“I’ve done well for myself, thank you very much.” Grant rolled his eyes. “I’ve just never seen a completely shaved one.”

“You still haven’t. My pussy’s waxed.” She giggled. “Get on that bench.” Felicia pointed with a snap and a glare.

“Yes, ma’am.” Grant checked the weights and removed a couple of them. He’d been going for a new max a few days ago with Tyler spotting, but he didn’t want too much weight on the bar in case he’d already stressed his muscles during the rest of the workout. Felicia was tough and fierce, but tiny.

“Just making sure you can handle this. You know what happened to Jesse.” Grant had repeatedly told the story of what happened to his teammate, who was now fighting severe injuries when he went without a spotter in his personal gym.

“Yeah. I got this.” Felicia flexed.

“Okay.” Grant lay on the bench and got positioned under the bar. He kept his eyes on the weights and didn’t look back to see Felicia standing over him with feet shoulder-width apart. “This is wrong.”

“Lift the weights, tough guy.” Felicia leaned over the bar to taunt him.

He had to look back before he took the bar off the rest. The sleek triangle of flesh with the faintest lines differentiating her from a Barbie earlier had bloomed to show her labia minora and the inviting pink tunnel beyond. Her pink pearl peeked out from under a clitoral hood and begged for him to caress it. She’s your stepsister! Grant wasn’t sure if it was the stance she had to assume or if this was getting her as aroused as he was. Her pussy looked delicious.

“Ready. I’ll do reps until I can’t return it to the cradle. You’ll need to help me.”

“Go!” Felicia ordered. Her breasts looked incredible from this point of view.

There was a sudden flash of what they would look like bouncing as she rode a partner’s cock. Grant took the bar off the rest and started his set before the image caused him to get harder. She’s so tiny. How tight must she be? He pushed through the fantasy to do his work. It took twenty reps before his arms shook. Probably took off too much weight.

Monitoring his form, Grant couldn’t help but look at Felicia’s body in profile. Her round breasts were the perfect counterpoint to her bubble butt. Sweat, even after she wiped it off earlier, made every taut muscle on her body look more beautiful. She was the perfect mix of defined, soft, and feminine.

“Give me one more, Reyes!” Felicia’s impression of Grant’s high school coach was impressive. Reyes was the last name that, along with height, came from his father. “Eat the frog, Grant!”

His arms strained under the exertion. Her taunting encouragement got not just one more repetition but three. Grant’s arms were burning on the last one, and he couldn’t finish without assistance. Felicia helped him lift the bar and set it back into the rest. His stepsister’s breasts jiggled as she racked the barbell, forcing his eyes to follow them.

Typically, Grant would lie on the bench between sets but had to sit up and turn so his legs were on the ground. If he hunched, hopefully, Felicia wouldn’t see his burgeoning erection. “You make a pretty decent coach, Wallace.” He used her last name. Grant was the only non-Wallace in the family. He would have welcomed changing his last name to match the man he called dad but was glad he hadn’t at the moment. It made his feelings a little less troubling.

“How long between sets?” Felicia bounced excitedly back into view.

“At least a minute or two. My arms gave everything there. Hand me my water, please.” Grant pointed to his water bottle in the room’s corner. If he got up now, his hidden erection would be revealed.

“Okay, but you owe me a favor.”

“Do I?” Grant shook his head as he followed her movement.

Felicia didn’t squat down to get the water bottle. Instead, bending at her waist and pointing out her enviable flexibility. It showed off the glistening pink between her thighs. His stepsister was aroused; Grant had no doubt in his head. He turned away as she stood. Is she showing off?

“Yup.” Felicia skipped back. It seemed to answer his internal and vocalized question.

“What do I owe you?” Grant accepted the water bottle and squirted it into his mouth.

“Help me with the sit-up thingy.”

“Thingy?”

“What else do you call the thing?”

“I… I actually don’t know.”

“I know I can do at least one of those.”

I shouldn’t do this. Grant thought, but couldn’t resist his stepsister. “I need a full set if I put you up there, Wallace.”

“Yes, coach!”

“Let me show you how to do it.” Grant hopped to grab the bar and pull himself up before he hooked his feet into the padded holds. “Make sure your shoes are tight so you don’t slip out. Falling off this is painful, and you have much further to fall, Fun-Sized.”

“You got it, coach.” Felicia waited for him to pull himself up and lower himself off the device.

“No trying to do this without a spotter in the gym. I’ve had plenty of practice.” Grant flowed around his stepsister and got in position to help her up again. Felicia’s skin was soft and smooth. The whiff of her fruity cream rinse mingling with her sweaty musk was intoxicating.

Grant helped hold her up as she looped her feet into the padded stirrups. He took a step back once she was secure. Felicia hanging upside down made her stomach look flatter and exaggerated the fat layer of her mons pubis. It was begging for his tongue to explore it. Being at eye level with a pussy while standing was a novel experience that Grant was happy to witness.

“Wow, my tits look awesome upside down!” Felicia looked at the mirror across the room.

“How are they so perky?”

“Just do a sit-up?” Felicia asked, ignoring Grant’s query.

“Go slowly and maintain proper form, Wallace.”

“Yes, coach!”

His stepsister had abs that became readily apparent as she curled up. She achieved the goal, and her flexibility allowed her to touch her feet as she went. Her breasts were perky in the extreme and seemed to defy gravity when she returned to her resting, hanging position. Her ponytail was several feet off the ground as it hung from her.

“That’s one, Wallace. Give me nine more, and I’ll help you down.”

Felicia silently nodded and went to work. She breezed through the first seven, but the last three were a struggle. They both cheered when his stepsister managed the final one. Grant stepped forward to help her, but she waved him away as she hung down.

“I wanna see If I can get myself off,” Felicia giggled. “Of this, not you know… I know I can do the other.” Another bouquet of laughs floated from her.

“Okay.” Grant avoided taking the bait.

“Speaking of which, have you ever…” Felicia balled her hand in a fist and played like she was stroking an invisible cock over her smooth mound. “wrestled the viper while hanging upside down? I’ll bet an orgasm while the blood rushes to your head could be potent.”

“Can’t say that I have.” Grant felt his cock twitch and deposit some precum in his shorts. He prayed it didn’t soak through the fabric. “Might be fun to try sometime, though.”

“I couldn’t…” Felicia struggled to reach up and grab the bar to disentangle herself from the device. “My legs like to shake when I orgasm, and I’d probably fall.”

“There’s a safety strap that could keep you in.”

“That might be awkward. You’re the only one that could get me up here and strap me in. Then you’d have to give me some vibe time to see.” Felicia’s face was bright red. Whether that was the blood pooling in her head from hanging upside down or her blushing, Grant couldn’t be sure.

“Yeah, when I…” Grant couldn’t believe they were talking about this. They’d never even mentioned masturbation together before. “finish it would stain.” He pointed to a corner of the gym where he discolored the surface with a spill. “That was just water, and I couldn’t get the stain out. Not something that I’d want to explain.”

“Wear a condom, problem solved.” Felicia dropped to the ground and put her arms up in a victory sign as she stuck the landing.

“Huh. Might have to try it sometime.” Grant had never thought of trying it before, but he might have to sometime this week while he had the house to himself. His condom supply was going to waste since he hadn’t had a girlfriend since the last football season.

“Bet it makes you cum a lot. Is it true that the more you produce, the better it feels?”

“Yeah, that’s been my experience.”

“Is it based on how turned on you are?” Felicia kept the naughty line of questioning going.

“That’s one factor. Also, how long it’s been since the last time you came and how long the sex takes factor in heavily.”

“So my ex-boyfriends would’ve felt better if they held out longer?”

“Yeah. In my experience, at least. Holding out longer can be greedy, too. Quality of orgasm over quantity.” Grant couldn’t believe what he was confessing. “I’d have to get myself started before I inverted. If I’m wasting a condom, I want it to be an exceptional orgasm.”

“Let me know if it works.” Felicia giggled and elbowed him playfully in the ribs. “You still got two sets of bench presses, Reyes!”

To finish the gym session, they repeated him doing bench presses to failure and then her doing the hanging sit-ups as he rested between sets. Their banter was still playful, but neither mentioned anything sexual after the first set.

“Can you teach me how to do the bench press sometime? I always use the machine at Bethany’s or the student rec center.”

“Yeah, of course. Not now, though. I need to shower before I turn into a pumpkin.”

“The oak mites made you swell up one time.”

“Exactly.”

“I was always worried about bench presses making my boobs smaller.”

“How? The muscle is under the beautiful fat layer that makes women’s breasts.” Grant turned off the light as they left the gym.

“Dunno. It’s just something that Bethany insisted on.”

“You can tell her that’s mistaken. It is more likely to make them look bigger and firmer.” Grant explained, then blushed. “Not that you need any help with that.”

“Thanks!” Felicia’s grin was incandescent. “Might be more fun to get you to say it to her.”

“Mind if I use the shower first? You always take so long in there.” Grant and Felicia still shared a bathroom.

It should have been separated into the girls’ bathroom and boys’ instead of being grouped by age, but they’d gotten used to sharing before they moved into a bigger house. Alexandra and Chase sharing a bathroom made sense when they were younger; toys and potty-training equipment were strewn everywhere. It was too ingrained now to make a change, but Grant had thought that one twin would’ve taken over the bathroom when he and Felicia were half a state away at their respective colleges.

“Sure. You’re quicker.”

Grant grabbed a pair of clean shorts and his shaving kit from his room. He didn’t keep it in the bathroom anymore. Carrying it back and forth felt normal, as that was how it worked at school. The makeup, assorted lotions, and bath products that had taken over the bathroom since Felicia had gotten older left little room anyway.

What the hell is going on between the two of us? Grant questioned the reflection in the mirror as the shower warmed up. When he pulled down his shorts, his cock popped free, and stood tall instantly. Better take care of this guy. He didn’t need awkward boners if Bethany came over and Felicia got her naked.

His cock was long, thick, and circumcised with a slight upward curve which really hit the spot, according to his former girlfriends. Instead of reaching for his lotion buried in a sea of beauty products, Grant used some of Felicia’s girly-smelling product. It didn’t take long before he squatted over the toilet and aimed his considerable load into the basin. Even if the session was brief, it was impressive. He tried to shake a palpable vision of coupling with Felicia that brought out an amazing cumshot.

Guilt washed over him briefly, but he shook it off as the hot water rinsed away his shame. His fingers ran through the rough pubic hair below his waist, and Grant trimmed it. He had the feeling that if Bethany was going to get naked, so was he. The trimming quickly became a complete shave as he kept trying to get it even until all the hair was gone.

Felicia – While Grant showers

What the hell was that? Felicia questioned her actions in the gym. Was I trying to show the goods off to him? She waited until she heard the shower water turn on. Then she emerged from her room; she needed to do something naughty to clear her head. Do I want to fuck him? Climaxing would do nothing to alleviate her need. She needed something outside the ordinary.

With her, she brought a bright pink dildo, a lavender vibrator, and a towel to sit on to the front room. What am I doing? “Just seeing if Bethany is actually watching the videos from the cameras.” Felicia spiked the lens of Bethany’s front room camera with a smile that told her bestie that this wasn’t accidental. She laid the towel over the arm of the overstuffed tan leather.

Felicia should probably sit on the towel whenever she sat on anything in her birthday suit, but the leather felt so good on her naked ass. It was here to help her cleanup afterward. The seats had seen numerous spills and stains with the large family growing up, so if she got the seat a little wet, it was no big deal.

Absent from her typical toy-based masturbation routine was her kindle and lube. Time with Grant had provided Felicia with more than enough recent memories to lean on to eschew aids for her fantasizing. That also had her more than slippery enough for fun. Felicia waved her toys at the camera but started slow.

Grant was at the forefront of her fantasies, even though she tried to avoid it. He’s my stepbrother! Felicia silently admonished herself. But it looked like I made him excited! Even with baggy shorts, Felicia thought she’d spied him trying to hide an erection. I wonder if he’s doing this, too, in the shower. Well, not this, but something similar. Doubt my technique would work on his cock.

Felicia turned on her vibrator but kept her legs closed. She was going to show off to see if Bethany really watched the videos, but she needed to build to that. The whirring device titillated a nipple, as Felicia imagined being back in the gym with Grant. In her mind, she was inverted, hanging from the ceiling as Grant gave in and sucked her nipple between his lips. She rolled her nipple with the other hand as if her stepbrother were toying with both. Down her vibrator went as she imagined Grant leaning in and licking her pussy. It had been the perfect height for him to play with.

What would have I done if he tried that? Felicia could see herself reaching out and tugging Grant’s pants down. Hopefully, he would’ve belted me in, and we could’ve played without me falling on my head. She focused on the image of watching the pair do an inverted sixty-nine as she peeked in the mirror. I wonder if he’s big.

Slowly, Felicia opened her thighs as she marinated in her daydream. She remembered to listen for the still-running shower. I could make it to my room in the time he takes to dry off, right? She hiked one leg up over the armrest. There was zero doubt that the camera watching her was getting an amazing, intimate view of her masturbating. The added naughtiness of her show and thoughts on Grant had her pussy drooling.

While her vibrator was helping her build toward an orgasm, she needed to bring her dildo in on the fun. Mostly when she masturbated, she only used her vibe, but when circumstances had her libido revved this high, she needed something in her pussy. Is he bigger than this? Felicia mused as she showed the dildo to the camera.

Her imagination of hanging upside down for oral sex didn’t seem capable of reconciling Grant fucking her in that position. So, she needed a different fantasy. This time, she convinced Grant to show her how to use the bench press. Her legs would dangle on either side of the bench. Grant would explain the motion and walk around her to make sure she had it down before he added more weight than the bar. Her womanhood would transfix him and drop his silver shorts.

“Oh!” Felicia yelped out as she rammed her dildo into her pussy. Although Felicia would need him to ask for consent in real life, dream Felicia didn’t want it. She and Grant would be overcome by the moment as he slammed his cock into her. The imaginary version of herself also didn’t need to worry about the consequences of the sex or lack of a condom. That would ruin the spontaneity of the moment.

Felicia didn’t take her time as she fucked herself with the dildo. Her other leg was hooked over the arm, spreading like when she did the splits on the cheer team. Dream Grant worked his hips incessantly while playing with her clit. She turned the vibe to the highest setting and worked her hips against the pair of toys. Felicia was rarely passive with a sexual partner, no matter the position. The harder she worked, the more satisfying her orgasm would be, and she intended this one to be spectacular. It’s the only way to clear these thoughts.

After several minutes of working her dildo, Felicia’s fantasy changed again. This time, it started with another real moment, Grant doing the bench press, except when he looked back to address the bar, Felicia wasn’t there. Her stepbrother had also joined her in celebrating the holiday. Felicia shifted on the chair in the real world. She was going to ride him reverse cowgirl. Not only did he seem to enjoy watching her ass, it worked better for the setup with the camera.

Repositioning, Felicia carefully arranged her dildo so she could buck against it. “Mmm!” She gasped. No more imagination was necessary as the room was indecently loud with the sound of her wet pussy riding the toy. The shower was still on, but even if it wasn’t, nothing was going to stop Felicia’s coming climax.

Maybe if he stumbled upon me doing this, he’d want to help. Felicia imagined one of the sordid porn videos that Bethany liked to watch. Getting caught masturbating was the start of a number of the videos. Would I let him help?

Her body looked so good in the reflection of a mirror at the back of a knickknack cabinet. The pink disappeared and came back, her vagina dripping with creamy excitement. I wanna fuck Grant! Felicia confessed, and that was it; she toppled headlong into a spectacular orgasm.

All motion stopped as she fell down the dildo, pushing it deep within her pussy. Sensation pulsed around the solid silicone as she gasped and sputtered. Waves of electric pleasure arced through her body like an unbound thunderstorm. Felicia clenched her eyes as red and gold burst against her mind. She hadn’t cum this hard in ages.

“Wow…” Felicia’s words were slow as she crashed from the heights of pleasure. That didn’t help. Felicia’s interest in her brother hadn’t waned with the orgasm. I can’t! Felicia shook her head.

It took Felicia a moment to realize what was missing; the sound of running water was no longer broadcast from the bathroom on the other side of the wall. “Shit!” Felicia yelped as she pulled her toy from her. She quickly wiped off the seat and sprinted to her room. Her door closed just in time to hear the bathroom open.

Grant – later in the morning

The blender whirred loud enough to obscure even thoughts as Grant made a high-protein berry smoothie. He needed a lot of protein to keep his muscle mass up through the off-season. Felicia had lingered in the shower for at least a half hour before she emerged. Her makeup was now done, and her hair had added volume from blowing it out. Vibrant red lipstick had his thoughts on the indecent again already. Taking off some pressure didn’t seem to be that impactful.

“You look, wow, Fun-Sized. The half-hour shower seems to have been worthwhile.”

“Thanks.” Felicia blushed. “Bethany’s on her way over. I wanted to discuss strategy with you.”

“Okay, you want a smoothie?” Grant pulsed the blender. “Might need the protein to keep working on those muscles.”

“Can you help me with a weight routine? If it doesn’t make these two disappear, I wanna get swole.” Felicia grabbed and shook her substantial tits.

“It would be my pleasure to help you eat the frog. Though maybe with clothes on.”

“You don’t like my outfit?” Felicia pouted.

“I didn’t say that. It’s distracting.”

“Yup. Give me a smoothie, please.”

“Sure, what’s the plan?” Grant had filled his blender full enough that it would only take a little more juice, yogurt, and protein powder to make two.

“You’re not going to like it, probably.”

“Why’s that?” Grant pulsed the blender after topping it up.

“Well, if we’re going to get Bethany naked. You’re going to have to participate in the holiday.”

“I… uh…” Grant was worried that as soon as his cock hit the air, it would be erect like had happened in the shower.

“Come on, I know Bethers. I know this’ll work.”

“Okay.” Grant knew it was pointless to debate the topic for long when he knew where it would end.

“Now. Before she gets here. That way, she’ll be outnumbered and won’t argue.”

“Are you sure?” The thought of being naked alone with his stepsister scared Grant. Something could happen between us. What frightened him most was how into the idea he was.

“Yup, drop the shorts!”

“Let me finish blending.” Grant had one hand on the lid and the other pulsing the mixture.

“Nope.” Felicia grabbed his shorts and tugged them down.

“Felicia!” Grant yelped.

“Eat the frog, Reyes!” Felicia giggled as she stood. “Oh… wow!” Her eyes got big as she looked Grant over.

“At least you used the phrase properly this time.” Grant shook his head and kicked away his shorts. He knew this moment was coming. It was inevitable as soon as he heard Felicia intended to spend the day naked.

“Does it get bigger?” Felicia’s eyes were glued to his crotch.

“Hey! My eyes are up here! I’m not just a piece of meat.” Grant snapped his fingers. He didn’t need her to stare any longer. He could feel himself getting excited. “And yes, quite a bit.” His cheeks burned as he said it.

“Sorry. Never seen a shaved one.” Felicia blushed as she mimicked what Grant had said earlier about her. He wondered if it was purposeful or an accidental turn of phrase. Her light, slightly tanned complexion showed the embarrassment more clearly. “Kinda hypnotizing.”

“I… I did shave. I tried to straighten up the grooming and ended up taking it all off.” Grant’s cheeks burned as he stammered. “How do you think I’ve felt? I’ve seen you naked all day!” He turned his attention to grabbing a couple of glasses from the cabinet for the smoothies.

“Dangerous waters, Reyes, aren’t they?”

“Yeah. You’re hot, Felicia. It makes me think inappropriate things.”

“Am I?” Felicia affected her best innocent look.

“I shouldn’t be thinking this about my sister!”

“You’re not the only one thinking bad things…” Felicia looked away. “And I’m your stepsister!”

“Here, cool down a little and discuss your plan.” Grant walked around the breakfast bar and took a seat. Placing the cold glass near his cock, he hoped the plunge in temperature would keep him from embarrassing himself.

“Okay.” Felicia hopped on the countertop, placing her glass between her parted thighs. “I’m going to seduce Tyler.”

“How’s that get Tyler and Bethany to hook up?”

“I know how Bethers works. I need to get her jealous to make her see Tyler as the desirable object he is. It’s like… Have you ever noticed that some women seem to like you better when you’re in a relationship?”

Grant thought of past relationships. “Yeah, actually, I have.”

“Don’t try to extrapolate this to all women; it only works on a select subset, and don’t try using someone to trade up with some poor girl. I know this will work for her, but it wouldn’t be nice to do it to anyone else. We have a higher purpose!”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Well, Bethers needs to know that Tyler is a hot commodity. Have you texted him?”

“Yeah, he’ll be over right after church.”

Tyler was much like Felicia because Grant didn’t remember when the man wasn’t in his life. He was raised by a single mother who unfortunately died from breast cancer when Tyler was a preteen. That thrust the boy into a series of foster families that hadn’t worked out for him. It seemed that no one wanted to adopt a bright teenager who fought ADHD. They were sophomores in high school before he found a family that stuck. He was Felicia and Bethany’s age, a year younger than Grant.

Over the school years, Tyler had been in Felicia’s classes a few times in elementary school, and since their parents always invited the whole class to birthday parties, Tyler came along. Grant found another kid who liked models and computer games, and they’d been best friends since.

“Is he a virgin?” Felicia took a sip of her smoothie. She didn’t bother to cover her womanhood as she did. Her pussy once again looked akin to a Barbie, with only a faint line revealing her authentic nature.

“Ha ha ha!” Grant cracked up. “Are you kidding me? He was very popular in his social circles in both high school and college. My man has game when it comes to smart girls.”

“Are you saying that Bethers and I aren’t smart girls?” Felicia had a wolfish grin.

“What, no. At least I know you’re fucking smart. Bethany’s a business major, so I’m not sold on that yet.”

“We both graduated with honors!” Felicia said with a flourish of her hands. “She finished with a 0.02 higher GPA than me, but I took more honors classes!”

“Uh-huh, sounds like an excuse.” Grant had been named an All-Academic football honoree both years in college, so the quartet had intelligence in common. “I meant that you two are more… uh… girly-girls than nerdy girls.” He tried to bring the conversation back from where it had veered off.

“Okay, I get that. So…”

“So?”

“I might have to fuck Tyler to make her jealous.”

“What!?”

“Yup. This is going to go one of two ways when Tyler gets here. Either me coming on to him will make Bethany jealous, and she’ll swoop in, or she’ll lash out and come on to you. Can you fuck her for me?”

“What?” Grant blinked. There was nothing wrong with Bethany if you liked tall, slinky, sensuous brunettes. The girl was a gymnast and the head cheerleader and looked the part perfectly.

“That’s not an answer. Have you seen her in a bikini since last summer?”

“No, I haven’t been home much this summer. And you two are always hanging out at her family’s place.”

“Oh, then you’re in for a treat! She’s… uh… grown since last summer.” Felicia motioned over her shapely chest. “Almost as big as me.”

“Late bloomer?”

“Nah, good surgeon.” Felicia giggled. “Got’em when she went to school. They were a graduation present for getting those exceptional grades.”

“Huh, still happy with the used truck I got for my grades.” Grant worked diligently during the off-season to get the clapped-out old Bronco to be something respectable. His stepfather helped him rebuild the engine last summer so it could finally stay in the garage when they were gone without leaking oil.

“Trust me, you’ll be happy with these, too.” The garage door started to open. “Oh, ready? That must be Bethers.”

Bethany was a good enough friend and trustworthy enough girl, so she had a code for the garage to water the house plants when the whole family was out of town. Knowing that and the impossibility of his parents returning still didn’t stop Grant’s heart from racing faster than it had been at the end of his 10k run.

“Eating another frog, I guess.” Grant downed the rest of his smoothie.

“Just follow my lead, and don’t call her pussy that.” Felicia cackled.

“Hello! Are you naked, Felicia?” Bethany stepped in with a short tropical-themed skirt showing off her long, toned legs and a tight, grey, V-neck T-shirt. It amply showed off her new assets. An oversized tote was under one arm, something heavy weighing it down. Her skin had a pleasant toastiness to it, which was another gift she got from her mother. Her maternal grandparents had immigrated from Guatemala and Peru, and it showed in her eternal tanned complexion.

“Of course, and I decided everyone has to celebrate the day.” Felicia hopped off the countertop and did a spin.

“We all?” Bethany’s bag made a glass clink as it hit the granite.

“I already got Grant to join in!”

“Did you?” Bethany raised an eyebrow toward Grant, who was still partially hiding behind the breakfast bar.

“Yeah. I guess I am.” Grant walked around the island. He was thankful to only be partially excited. What was left of his foreskin had pulled back to reveal the deep red head on his dark-colored cock.

“Oh my. Shaved or waxed like us?” Bethany’s eyes were affixed to his bare crotch.

“Sh… shaved.” Grant shook his head. He knew better than to sound meek around Bethany but had allowed her to throw him off mental balance.

“Have you two just been hanging out naked?” Bethany didn’t wait for an answer as she pulled off her T-shirt to reveal a tiny pink bikini top underneath. The color of her sun-kissed skin looked fantastic.

“No, I just made him eat the frog a few minutes ago.” Felicia giggled as both Grant and the near unflappable Bethany blushed.

“Excuse me!?” Bethany stopped in the middle of untying her top.

“It’s a Mark Twain saying about doing the hardest thing first.” Grant tried to explain as his impish stepsister cackled.

“Hardest thing?” Felicia howled louder. “I’m not sure you’re helping with the explanation!”

“Most challenging thing, okay, is that better?” Grant stammered. “Getting naked wasn’t easy.”

“I personally like hard things when I’m naked.” Bethany started to crack up along with Felicia. Her top fell forward to reveal her expertly sculpted breasts. They were smaller than Felicia’s, with quarter-sized, dark brown areolae topped with sharp nipples.

Bethany looked lithe and almost stereotypically elven. It worked with her long, sinewy muscles and the hoop earrings hanging from her tall, nearly pointed ears. Her brunette hair was shorter than Felicia’s, and it framed her face. There was no question that Bethany was attractive, though Grant’s preferences leaned toward shorter girls.

Girls more like Felicia. Grant tried to shake the thought away, but he kept taking every chance to glimpse her fantastic booty. It ranked higher than her perky breasts in Grant’s book, though he was digging the whole package.

“It does make me feel good,” Felicia said. Having the two of them ganging up on Grant could be exhausting. Hopefully, Tyler wouldn’t chicken out when he discovered everyone was celebrating Nude Day.

“I prefer warm, wet, and tight.” Grant tried to riposte the comments, though he wasn’t sure of its success.

“Oh, that’s fun too!” Bethany unzipped the back of her skirt, and it fell down her legs. She didn’t have anything on beneath.

“Your bikini has no bottoms!” Felicia pointed.

“Nope. That was my way to celebrate the holiday. Couldn’t go without something keeping my nipples from coming through my T-shirt at the supermarket. Squatting down to get the peach puree did get my heart beating, but the aisle was empty.” Bethany explained. “Had a feeling that you would be celebrating.”

Bethany’s pussy didn’t have the same compact look that Felicia’s did, though it was quite fetching, too. Like Felicia, she was waxed smooth. She had one labium that hung slightly lower and a less pronounced mound of fat making up her mons. The woman looked good, and if Felicia’s prediction was correct, Grant would have a much closer examination later.

“I’m going to open the pool and get it vacuumed.” Grant tried to hurriedly excuse himself before those thoughts had his cock getting harder.

“You know, you have me to thank for your sister being waxed,” Bethany said before Grant could retreat. “I saw you staring, so I thought I’d let you know. We’ll have mimosas and bellinis when you get done being our pool boy. I’ve seen several pornos that started like that.”

Grant ignored the comment as he grabbed his shorts from the floor. He would abide by Felicia’s rules in the house, but outside was different. He didn’t need to be caught naked if a neighbor dropped by to fetch an errant ball or frisbee.

“Oh no you don’t! No clothes for the rest of the day. It’s National Nude Day!” Bethany and Felicia said concurrently as if the line was part of a well-choreographed cheer routine.

They must share part of their brain.

“Outside!?”

“Yup!” Bethany stepped in front of Grant and held out a hand to collect his shorts. “We do it all the time. No one’s going to see you.”

“All the time?” Grant asked. He was suddenly wishing that he had spent more time at home.

“Mostly at Bethany’s, but a couple of times were here.”

“Make sure you wear sunscreen! You may have a darker complexion than us, but you wanna tan, not burn!” Bethany waved at him as Grant shuffled out the French doors to the pool.

Felicia – That same time

“Does it get bigger?” Bethany asked as soon as Grant had closed the door to the backyard.

“I’ve never seen it before today, but I would assume so since it’s not pointing skyward.”

“This really is like a porno I’ve seen.” Bethany giggled as she unpacked a couple of bottles of sparkling wine from her tote.

“You would know.” Felicia helped bucket brigade the bottles and juices into the refrigerator.

Bethany was a connoisseur of pornography. She liked the visual and audio medium for sexual arousal more than any other woman that Felicia knew. She was almost a guy in that respect. Felicia preferred her erotica in the written form. Books in her Kindle weren’t obvious and could always get her going before she played with her vibe.

“Yes, I would. The pool boy thing, though that seems to be mostly a Milf category item. Rich, bratty girls are prevalent in the medium, though. I think I qualify for that.” Bethany’s smile was predatory. “Stepbrother has become awfully popular lately, though. You’ve never thought of him like that?”

“I…” Felicia didn’t know what to say. Dare I confess this to Bethany? The pair shared everything.

“Cause if he were my stepbrother…” Bethany opened the blinds to ogle Grant. “He looks like he’s a damn sculpted statue!” She’d spent a lot of time on her makeup before she came over, but Felicia was probably the only one who ever saw her without something on. That was only because they were roommates; even then, it was a rare sight.

“Yes, yes I have, Bethany.” Felicia watched as Grant sprayed on sunscreen. The mist made him look shiny and highlighted his prominent muscles. “You should help him put it on his back.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Again, stepbrother. Yes, he’s undeniably hot, but I can’t. That’s not right.” Felicia opened the door and ushered Bethany out.

“If you’re sure. Enjoy the show.” Bethany winked at Felicia and swayed her hips as she stepped out to meet Grant. The woman could be a tease. “Let me help you out with your back.”

Felicia sidled out the door, so she wasn’t just watching with the door open, letting in flies. She stayed in the shadows as she observed the interaction between Grant and Bethany. I wonder if she’d let me watch? Felicia’s curiosity needed to be sated, and that seemed to be a far safer way to do it. She’d seen Bethany have sex before; sharing a dorm room could be awkward in the middle of the night.

“I think I can get it pretty well,” Grant said, oblivious to what Bethany wanted. He met Felicia’s gaze, and she motioned back toward Bethany as if saying to try this.

“I’d hate for you to miss a spot.” Bethany reached out for the blue spray can in Grant’s hand.

“I guess that would be prudent.” Grant grinned.

“Exceedingly so.” Bethany winked as she motioned for him to turn around. When he complied, Bethany soaked his back with the spray before rubbing it in. She worked down his back as she rubbed the spray lotion into his warm chestnut skin.

Felicia could feel herself getting wet again. Bethany may have been the one to prefer the visual and audible medium on her phone, but something happening before Felicia’s eyes had a reality that recorded pornography lacked. She had to resist the urge to reach down and toy with herself. They’ll look so good together.

Her plot to get Bethany and Grant together might get Bethany to notice Tyler as a man. It would serve a secondary, just as critical function. Hopefully, it would allow Felicia to stop fantasizing about her stepbrother. Some time with her toys had done nothing to silence it.

Bethany ensured that Grant’s perfect ass was coated with spray and took extra time to rub it in. A spike of jealousy surged through Felicia. I can’t take her place. That would be wrong.

“Okay, now do me!” Bethany scampered around Grant and pressed the spray bottle into his hand. She knew the phrasing she employed.

“Okay, turn around.” Grant waited as Bethany spun on her wedge-heeled sandals.

“Oh! That’s cold!”

“It is a little.”

“Rub it in!” Bethany shimmied as he followed directions.

Felicia was concentrating on something that was getting longer and starting to ascend. Grant wasn’t big. He was massive. Could I even take that? She wondered, hoping to find a physical impediment that would turn off her longing. It would be fun trying.

“Get over here, Felicia,” Bethany said with a crooked finger, beckoning her out of the shadows. “Do her, too.” She had to know her phrasing.

“I, uh…” Grant’s eyes got wide as they met Felicia’s.

Felicia hesitated by the door. After the electric feeling when Grant lifted her in the basement, she was worried about what another touch would do. That first led to a dildo session in front of a camera that had done nothing to sate her longing. Oh god! Bethers is going to see that! Felicia panicked briefly, but it was too late to worry about it. What might another touch do?

“Oh, come on, both of you! You’re adults and not blood-related. If you two want to bump uglies, do it, and let me watch!” Bethany giggled. “And if you don’t, act like you can celebrate Nude Day!” she snapped.

“Sorry.” Felicia walked out and stood beside Bethany. “Oh…” she leapt when Grant started spraying the sunscreen. “That’s cold!”

“Sorry. Can’t warm it up as I spray it.” Grant apologized. His beefy hands massaged the lotion into her skin, but pointedly, although he sprayed it on her ass, he didn’t rub the cream in. Felicia would complain, but he’d given Bethany the same treatment.

“Be honest, Grant, who has the better ass?” Bethany asked. Her bestie stirred up trouble.

“Uh…”

“Come on, it’s just a question,” Felicia said as she tried to return things to somewhat normal. Arguing against Bethany would give the woman something to pick at.

“One of the two of you is going to be pissed at my answer,” Grant complained and put the spray bottle on the outdoor dining table covered with a brilliant red umbrella.

“Do me if I do you?” Bethany didn’t engage Grant when she picked up the spray can. “Arms up and feet apart, so I don’t miss anything. Sunburnt vulva is no fun.”

“No, it’s not.” Felicia agreed and assumed the prescribed stance. She saw Grant’s eyebrows bounce up before she closed her eyes against errant overspray.

“You aren’t going to piss us off, Grant. I know it’s your opinion and not a definite answer for all men.” Bethany sprayed down Felicia and followed the spray by rubbing it into her skin. The titillating touch was doing nothing to slack her growing desire.

“I like the way those wedges make your butt look, Bethany, but if I had to choose one with a gun to my head, I would choose Felicia.”

“Why?” Bethany didn’t seem at all bothered as she rubbed the lotion into Felicia’s breasts. She was quite thorough and didn’t miss a spot. At the same time, she wasn’t purposely titillating the peaks.

“It’s bigger and rounder,” Grant explained as he stared at the display.

“I agree with you, Grant. You’re a smart man. Shame you couldn’t have made sure either wouldn’t burn.” Further down, Bethany moved her hands and the spray until she was coating Felicia’s womanhood. “They’re just asses. It’s like what I’m doing.” Her fingers glided over Felicia’s vulva. Felicia tried not to reveal how badly she wanted Bethany to do more.

“You two are really close.”

“Yup. Don’t think you’d do this for a friend. Do me now, Felicia.” Bethany handed over the blue can and then assumed Felicia’s position. “Though, I think you’re enjoying the show.” Bethany giggled at Grant’s discomfort.

“Really enjoying the show, wow!” Felicia looked over to see that Grant’s cock was fully erect. His vain attempts to hide it behind his hands were ineffective. Her stepbrother had the most enormous cock that Felicia had ever seen, with an upward curve that looked intriguing. That would feel so good in my pussy. If I could take it.

“Pay attention to where you’re spraying that and not the pornstar cock over there.” Bethany snapped her fingers to turn Felicia’s attention back to her.

“Sorry. That’s distracting.” Felicia pointed but kept her vision on Bethany. She slowly tried to imitate how Bethany had spread the lotion over her. This wasn’t something that Felicia had ever done for her friend before, but the access wasn’t a bad thing. Bethany’s tits were impressive but slightly too firm to be real. Her nipples hardened under Felicia’s fingertips.

“Turns out that naked women touching each other are kinda like my kryptonite.” Grant shook his head.

“Did you make sure to coat your manhood?” Bethany looked toward Grant. “Though, I think it might take a can of its own.” She giggled.

“I was planning on putting some stronger lotion on that guy. I really don’t want him to burn.”

“Go for it. We’ll be quality control. Make sure you don’t miss a spot.” Bethany eyed the box where the towels and sunscreen were kept. Felicia wondered if Grant could hear the slight suck-in of air as she sprayed and covered Bethany’s pussy with protection. She resisted an urge to linger.

“That seems a little intimate,” Grant complained as he opened the box.

“Just do it, baby.” Felicia used the same taunt that Grant had used on her earlier.

Bethany and Felicia turned to watch as he coated his cock and testicles in a layer of thick white lotion.

“Make sure you rub it in real good.” Bethany snickered.

“Not too good, or you might get other white stuff that probably doesn’t protect against the sun,” Felicia added.

“In my experience, it can take sunscreen off me when I’ve tried it. My boobs had splotchy sunburns for weeks last summer.” Bethany said as she tapped her breasts.

“Good to know.” Grant rolled his eyes and then put the sunscreen away.

“It might help with him constantly giving a standing salute, though.” Felicia tried to sound nonchalant.

“I’m going to take a cold swim and clean the pool.” Grant waved but didn’t look back. He cupped his cock against his body before diving in.

“That was fun!” Bethany grinned proudly as she swished back inside.

“Holy shit! I had no idea!” Felicia followed her.

“If you did, you could have given your sister from another mister a heads up.”

“He’s huge!”

“Yup, and if we play our cards right, we could both take it for a ride and see how it fits.” Bethany pulled out her phone from the tote.

A vision of Felicia riding Grant coalesced in her head again. It was the same one that she’d used with her vibrator to cum hard earlier this morning, only now that she had more information, her imagination became more concrete.

“I couldn’t…”

“Yes, you could.” Bethany pulled a pack of condoms from her tote. “I came prepared. Always do.”

“I mean, it’s not right, I grew up with him.”

“I practically did, too, but I need to know if that can fit in here.” Bethany spread her pussy in demonstration. “I saw how you were drooling over it.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You just put one of these on him and do what you did with that boy from Econ.”

“I texted you when I brought him home!” Felicia rolled her eyes. Bethany had walked in on Felicia riding Peter on the beanbag in their dorm room.

“And I forgot my phone when I went to class. You should have left a sock on the doorknob!”

“And then everyone on the floor would have known I was getting lucky!”

“You aren’t as loud as me.” Bethany giggled. “No one would know you played hide the salami with your stepbrother.”

“You’re just going to keep pushing, aren’t you?”

“Until you open those legs and start getting over Peter! Have some fun, Felicia!”

Peter was Felicia’s last boyfriend, whom she had fallen hopelessly for, only to find out he was just having fun. It hit Felicia harder than it should have, and she’d sworn off relationships for a while. That wasn’t supposed to include all sexual contact, but that seemed to have come along with the pledge. She was a monogamist by heart.

“Some of us don’t like going from date to date. I need something with some staying power.”

“No, you need to get laid. So do I.” Bethany grinned. “It’s been too long since someone other than me filled me.”

“I suppose I should warn you that Tyler will be coming over later.”

“I figured as much. Whenever Grant’s around, Tyler will soon make an appearance. Is he going to participate? I need to know if the rumors are true.”

“He doesn’t know. We better let Grant let him in to get him used to it.”

“Really, you don’t think us answering the door would increase his likelihood of joining in?” Bethany posed with one hand on her hip and an open stance, showing off her taut body. The bats of her warm brown eyes would melt the boy.

“Tyler can be skittish.”

“Fun. I have another challenge for you, then.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. I ordered brunch delivery, and you’re going to answer the door.”

“This is trying to get me to lose my thousand, but that wasn’t included in the bet.”

“Nope. I’ll sweeten the deal. A hundred dollars says you can’t. It’ll save me some money if you chicken out.”

“When?”

As if summoned by the question, Bethany’s iPhone dinged. “Javier is close with your order. I’m going to see if Grant wants to watch this.” She gave her best predatory smile.

“I’ll get my revenge someday.” Felicia shook her fist at Bethany.

“You going to chicken out?”

“Nope. When was the last time I lost a bet that was under my control?”

“Eighth-grade dance. Dylan, wasn’t it?”

“That doesn’t count! He was the one who was too scared to dance!”

“Uh-huh, still a failure! If you wouldn’t have been so damn intimidating, you might have got that dance before I did.” Bethany winked as she skipped outside.

Am I really going to do this? My parents get delivery once a week. What if he shows up when they’re here? Felicia questioned as she tried to get her heartrate settled. Felicia often lost bets with Bethany regarding sporting events or their friends’ love lives, but her competitive nature got the best of her when it was something she could control. There was no way she was backing down.

While Bethany was collecting Grant, Felicia skipped over to the mirror in the hallway and checked to ensure her bow and hair were perfect. She’d had long enough to cooldown since teasing Grant that her arousal wasn’t apparent, though guys usually seemed oblivious to most of those signs. It wasn’t as obvious as a straining erection. Sometimes, guys are simple creatures.

Grant followed behind Bethany. His cock was now flopping flaccid between his thighs. The cold pool water must’ve worked.

“Whatever she’s betting you, it’s not worth it.”

“It’s no big deal, Grant.”

“You being naked around people we trust is no problem, but showing the goods to randos is dangerous.” Grant must’ve been feeling protective. He’d once had to warn off a boy who was getting a little too clingy when Felicia had no desire for a relationship. A massive older brother to let the man who didn’t want to take no for an answer realize he was on the wrong path helped the situation.

“To be collected, you can’t just hide behind the door. You must show the tits and pussy.” Bethany knew Grant wouldn’t talk Felicia out of the bet.

“Let me hide behind the door to ensure it isn’t some high school kid, okay?”

“Sure, sure. You just have to show the goods so Javier can see them.”

“I’ll pay off the bet.” Grant pleaded. “How much do I owe, Bethany?”

“It’s a hundred dollars.” Bethany looked bored.

“You’re saving up to replace the ratty seats in your Bronco. I can do this.”

“I can afford a hundred dollars.”

“You’d have to pay two hundred,” Felica said with a determined smile.

“How’s that?” He looked amused.

“I’m going to collect this bet, so you’d owe me a hundred and Bethany a hundred to back out. It’s a two-hundred-dollar swing.”

“Well, damn. Make sure you don’t walk out on the porch. Mom and Dad might see their daughter on the doorbell cam.”

“Oh. Good looking out.”

The doorbell rang a few seconds later. Time seemed to slow, and the world darkened like a vignette in a photograph as Felicia walked toward the front door. Grant seeing her naked had scared her, but at least he was trustworthy. This was going to be some random delivery driver based on the luck of the draw. Can I do this? Her legs tried to falter, but after her confident discussion with Grant and Bethany, it was inevitable.

There was no peephole in the front door. Her parents relied on the video doorbell to check who was on the porch. Felicia could’ve checked the smart screen in the kitchen, but that may have upped her anxiety. Her hand was shaking as she opened the door. She cracked it slightly as she pressed her body into the thick oak.

The delivery driver was tall and broad but had a scraggly dusting of a mustache that made him look younger. He held a large bag filled with cardboard boxes of goodies. His facial features were vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it as fear pulsed through her nervous system.

“How old are you?” Felicia struggled to say without her voice quavering.

“Uh, twenty-five.” The Hispanic man looked confused.

“So, we’re kind of celebrating a holiday today. And I’m dressed for the occasion.”

“Okay.” The man cocked an eyebrow under his glasses.

“It’s National Nude Day.” Felicia opened the door and stepped into the crack to the outside world, fulfilling Bethany’s charge.

“Oh… wow! I wish more of my deliveries were celebrating.” Javier grinned as his eyes walked up and down her body. “Here, I’ll let you enjoy the day. My wife would kill me if I looked too long. She’d question if I were dead if I didn’t look at all.” The man handed over the bag. “If I had that costume, I’d wear it all the time, too. Maybe I’ll see if my wife wants to celebrate with me.”

“Thank you.” Felicia waved and lingered for a moment as the sunlight, unsheltered by a privacy fence, felt warmer. Her adrenaline waned as she closed the door. “Add a hundred to what you’ll pay me for today.” She grinned at Bethany.

Grant – A few minutes earlier

“Hey, Grant!” Bethany waved to catch his attention as Grant tried to keep his concentration on stray oak leaves floating atop the water.

“Yeah?”

“Felicia’s going to answer the door to get our delivery.” Bethany’s predatory grin was almost unnerving.

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea,” Grant growled. Felicia parading around naked with close friends was one thing, but Grant still wanted to protect his stepsister. It was his job as the elder sibling.

“Don’t worry. I planned this. Javier is trustworthy, but Felicia doesn’t know that. He’s Allie’s boyfriend’s older brother.”

“What about the doorbell?”

“What about it?”

“Our parents will be able to hear it ding in Hawaii.”

“Huh, that sounds like a Felicia problem.” Bethany shrugged.

“Here, let me handle that.” Grant picked up his phone and used an app on a dedicated signal to disconnect the home internet. He had made it so he didn’t have to disconnect the power at the source when the router acted up. “Oops, internet outage!”

“Good looking out. I woulda just warned her not to step out the door.”

“Be careful with my sister. I know her competitiveness sometimes clouds her judgment.”

“Always.” Bethany grabbed his arm before they went inside. “You wanna hit that?”

“I…” Grant stammered. He was interested in Felicia but knew he could never indulge those feelings. “I can’t, that’s my sister.”

“Stepsister. You two are the worst! Just bone and see if it’s fun!” Bethany giggled before she opened the patio doors. “You’d both enjoy it, and I wanna know if that massive cock can fit inside her tiny body!”

Grant played the concerned brother even if Bethany assured him this was safe. He watched closely behind the kitchen island to ensure his sister was okay as she won the bet. Although Bethany had told him it would be alright and it was a setup, Grant wasn’t taking chances.

“I think you were right about which one of us has the better ass,” Bethany whispered as they both watched. “You can see her pussy as she leans over. Felicia looks wet. I’ll bet it’s tight.”

Bethany’s words planted an image of Grant stepping behind Felicia and devouring her wet pussy in his brain. The thought nearly consumed him, and his cock ascended again. “That’s my sister,” Grant said for his and Bethany’s benefit.

“Stepsister! Your cock doesn’t seem to mind. You know she’s not a virgin, right?”

“I…” Grant didn’t figure that was an issue after Felicia’s talking earlier, but it wasn’t something he really wanted to consider. That was still his baby stepsister.

“Mike, at her eighteenth birthday party, he was gentle but a little over-eager, if you know what I mean. She’s had a few more since, but not for a while. Not since Peter broke her heart.”

“Add a hundred to what you’ll pay me today.” Felicia turned around with a smile. The interaction with the delivery guy had her glowing proudly. “What’re you two discussing?”

“Nothing much, just telling him how you’re not a virgin and how much fun you would have together.”

“That’s my brother, Bethers!” Felicia blushed as she sat the bag on the breakfast bar.

“Stepbrother!” Bethany rolled her eyes and then unpacked her order. “You two are impossible!”

“Whatcha order?” Felicia tried to get the conversation grounded again.

“This new bakery has the best pecan rolls!” Bethany opened the box. The aroma of sweet, yeasty goodness wafted into the kitchen.

“I don’t think that’s on my diet,” Grant complained, but the rolls looked good.

“Oh, live a little! We can devise a way to burn off the calories.” Bethany got plates out while Felicia grabbed a knife to cut the enormous rolls apart.

“Pecans have good fats and protein, right?” Felicia tempted him.

“Well, at least let me pay for something, Bethany,” Grant said.

“Nope, you guys are supplying the location, so I can bring refreshments.”

“Allie buy the champagne?” Felicia dished out one of the rolls and set it in front of Grant.

Bethany’s sister was the only way the nineteen-year-old could get alcohol without having to employ a fake ID. Grant only had a month until he could legally purchase adult beverages, and Felicia had that long plus a year.

“Yeah, I had to tip her, but it’s fine. I needed a day off from my grandparents.”

“I thought you liked them.” Grant plucked one of the candied pecans from the top of the treat. There was no way that he was going to resist this temptation. Can’t resist it all.

“I do. I really do, and I know I’m lucky to have them, but they’ve been here for a month, and I needed a break today.”

“I guess you couldn’t celebrate the holiday at home.” Felicia put one roll beside Bethany and the other by her spot. “You want a bellini or a mimosa?”

“Bellini, the peach puree I brought isn’t as sweet as OJ. It’ll probably go better with these sweets.”

“I’ll make three.”

A knock issued from the front door. Only Tyler would knock instead of ringing the bell.

“Is it already past noon?” Grant asked. He was worried about how he would get Tyler in on the holiday fun.

“Barely, but yeah.” Bethany looked up from a bite of her treat.

“I better go let him know what’s up.”

“You sure two naked girls might not be a better introduction?” Bethany hopped to her feet, causing her fake breasts to shake.

“I don’t want to spook him, and I couldn’t very well send that we were all naked in a text.”

“Why not?” Felicia stood with an incredulous look on her face. “I’ve sent worse.”

“His foster parents still check his messages.” Grant wanted to marvel at his two comely partners in crime but needed to answer the door. “Coming!” He yelled toward the door.

“Wait, they’re strict about this, but let him smoke the green?” Felicia shook her head with disbelief.

“Tyler smokes, too?” Bethany grinned. It was a point of commonality that Grant wasn’t sure how to exploit if he and Felicia would meet their goal.

“Yup,” Felicia answered Bethany.

Grant imitated Felicia’s earlier stance at the door, pressing himself against the oak as he leaned just his head into the crack of sunlight.

“Hey, Grant! I brought my laptop, so maybe you can be on equal footing.” Tyler waved at his foster brother as the older boy pulled away in the family SUV. “Not having my PC should even things up, at least partially.”

“Funny, I don’t remember you winning that tourney last weekend.”

“That was one time out of, what, eighty or so? Let me in so we can get set up. It looks like your network is down.”

“So, uh, Tyler.” Grant’s heart was thudding so loudly that he thought that his best friend must have been able to hear it. Felicia’s holiday celebration was going to change everything with his friend. It seemed too much, but his stepsister was insistent about this hook-up between Tyler and Bethany.

“Yeah?” Tyler wore his church clothes with a tie and freshly pressed khakis. At least it was too hot for him to be wearing a suit. This outfit was considered summertime casual for him on a Sunday.

“So, it’s kinda a holiday here.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, and we’re celebrating.”

“Who’s we?”

“Me, Felicia, and Bethany.”

“Bethany’s here?” Tyler smiled before looking suddenly flustered.

“Yeah. She’s right behind me.”

“What’s the holiday?”

“It’s National Nude Day. You’re not allowed to wear clothes if you come in.”

“I what?” Tyler looked panicked.

“Sorry, I got surprised by it too.”

“I don’t know, man, that’s weird, right?”

“A little, I get it if you don’t want to.”

“Open the door, Grant,” Felicia whispered in his ear, sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine. Grant followed the order without thought.

“Are you sure we can’t convince you?” Bethany asked as she hugged Felicia. Both ladies showed all the goods. Although Bethany had to lean down quite a bit, the image of their breasts pressed against each other was astounding.

“I… holy fuck!” Tyler’s eyes got wide. “Wow, you two are hot!”

“We noticed.” Felicia shrugged. “Come in.”

“Okay!” Tyler hastily stepped into the house.

“Told you your sister and I should’ve been the ones to answer the door.” Bethany giggled as the four went to the kitchen.

“That would’ve been more effective.” Tyler chuckled.

“Eat the frog, Tyler!” Felicia ordered.

“Your brother got you on that shit, too?”

“It’s been effective for me today.” Felicia shrugged.

“It’s a nice sentiment, but it doesn’t work for everyone.” Tyler undid his tie and laid it on an open spot of counter space. “If you’re somewhat neurodivergent like me, it doesn’t hold up.”

“Why’s that?” Bethany asked sweetly. It wasn’t the saccharine variety but an honest question.

Maybe there’s a chance for these two. Grant silently thought as he hid a smile.

“Well, if you have ADHD and are a perfectionist like me, I find that I’d never get anything done if I tried to do the hardest thing first.” Tyler unbuttoned his scarlet long-sleeved dress shirt.

“Huh.”

“It works for Grant, but I must roll up wins to get anything done. I start with the easiest and go from there.”

Felicia – That same time

Tyler was an attractive man whose college experience finally had him growing into his lanky body. He was an inch taller than Grant but had to have weighed significantly less than the linebacker. He wasn’t scrawny any longer.

“Makes sense.” Bethany’s eyes were glued on Tyler as he undressed.

Maybe hooking them up won’t require me seducing him. Felicia thought. Bethany was confident about finding a hookup but oddly shy if she genuinely liked a boy. She hadn’t dated anybody since high school but didn’t go long without a man to warm her bed. Then again, it’s Bethers. She would likely still need a push.

“Yeah, but a lifestyle is rarely born from a pithy saying.” Tyler took off his shirt, revealing a pale but toned chest. A smattering of brown hair matched the finely styled hairdo atop his head. He was careful not to squish the styled and gelled locks. “So, how have you been, Bethany?” He wasn’t exhibiting his usual shyness. Maybe his confidence had grown over the last year.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Tyler grinned. “I talk to Grant constantly and see Felicia at least once a month.” Tyler unbuckled his belt. “I haven’t been graced with your presence in at least a year.”

He’s not doing badly. Felicia thought as Bethany smiled shyly back at Tyler. If I don’t need to seduce him, how am I going to get laid? Her eyes darted over to Grant, who held her stare with a brief smirk before looking away. I couldn’t.

“Good, spent the year rooming with Felicia and kicked ass in all my prereq classes.”

“You, too? I always knew you were smart on top of being a knockout. You like college?” Tyler pulled off his tall socks before he stood and looped his fingers in the sides of his briefs. Felicia didn’t think the man had anything to be shy about.

“Yeah. I like the freedom and being around other intellectuals when I’m not doing gymnastics.”

“It’s easier to get into philosophical debates.” Tyler pushed his briefs down his legs and let them fall. The rumors about the boy were true. His uncircumcised cock wasn’t quite as large as Grant’s, but any woman would be happy with it. A groomed but long thatch of brown hair wreathed his endowment in sharp contrast to everyone else.

Felicia met Bethany’s eyes and raised an eyebrow. You could have fun with him. She tried to pass telepathically to her best friend. What would that leave for me? As if to answer, Grant looked over with a nod. He can’t be the solution, can he?

“Especially if I indulge in a special brownie first.” Bethany grinned.

“Oh, you’re a fan, too?” Tyler neatly folded his clothes and set them on the couch. “I may have something special in my bag we can share later.”

“Goody. Can I interest you in some brunch and an adult beverage?”

“My foster parents would kill me if they knew what I was doing.” Tyler shook his head. “But… We’re already past that point anyway. I could have just one.”

“Let me pour you a good one then. We also have plenty of pecan rolls.” Bethany played the gracious host.

The friends enjoyed their brunch and exchanged stories of glory and infamy from college. Tyler had matured in his first year of college. He seemed more intellectual and less prone to veering off on tangents. Usually, he needed to be doing something like playing a game to concentrate on a conversation, but now something as simple as eating seemed to keep him focused.

“Since you bought, Grant and I’ll clean up, ladies.” Tyler’s green eyes sparkled as he shooed them from the kitchen.

“Okay, we’ll go lay out in the sun. Join us when you get done.” Bethany winked.

“No getting distracted and playing video games. This holiday only comes once a year.” Felicia giggled and waved before she shut the French doors behind them.

“You going to fuck Grant or not?” Bethany asked without shame.

“I can’t!”

“Can’t or won’t?” Bethany rolled her eyes. “’cause I’m pretty sure you can spread your legs!” She demonstrated her flexibility as she flopped onto a lounger. “Maybe he’d make you scream for once.”

“That’s my stepbrother!” Felicia huffed. But damn, does that sound like fun. “What do you think about Tyler? You two seemed to be hitting it off.”

“He’s…” Bethany blushed.

Uh-oh, she’s got it bad for him already.

“I’m not going to date anyone until after college, and he seems like a guy who’s too good.”

“Bullshit! You just demonstrated that you know how to open your legs.” Felicia flopped into the lounger and made her own display.

“I can’t.” Bethany shook her head. She had it bad for Tyler, but she needed a shove.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I took a run at him? It’s been a while since I got laid.” Maybe it would let me get my mind off Grant.

“Go for it, slut!” Bethany laughed, but it sounded forced. “Then I can take Grant all for myself.”

“You still got the condoms?”

“Brought them with me,” Bethany revealed the blue box of prophylactics she’d pulled from her purse on the way out. “I’m always prepared.” She chuffed proudly.

“Give me one and watch this.” Felicia held out a hand. “Last chance, though, you sure you aren’t interested in Tyler?”

“Grant could be a good time.” Bethany shrugged.

“Hey, ladies!” Tyler emerged from the kitchen and entered the backyard first. “What’s going on out here?”

“Where’s Grant?” Bethany asked.

Felicia couldn’t miss a brief, crestfallen expression gracing Tyler’s countenance. He has it bad for Bethers. Hopefully, this works.

“Took the trash out and found the plastic wine glasses.”

“I’ll go see if I can help.” Bethany streaked inside.

“Did he get dressed?” Felicia asked. It would seem to be challenging to take the trash out without it. She stepped close to Tyler.

“No. He just tied off the bag and put it in the garage. What were you two doing out here? You know we can see the patio in the kitchen.”

“Bethany and I were discussing how we wanted to get laid today.” Felicia didn’t break eye contact as her hand reached out to stroke Tyler’s cock. “I know you like Bethany, and I think she likes you, but she’s not ready. That and I wouldn’t have a dance partner, as it were.”

“Wha!?” Tyler didn’t back away as his cock hardened. He was thick and straight in Felicia’s hand. Grant may have had a couple inches on him, but Tyler was working with far more than average.

“So, wanna fuck me?” Felicia pulled the packaged condom to her mouth and ripped it open. Maybe this will finally get my mind off Grant. Her session with her vibrator had fanned instead of quenching the flames.

“Yes.” Tyler didn’t sound entirely convinced as Felicia rolled the condom onto his cock.

“Go with this. Bethany likes you but needs a shove,” Felicia whispered as Grant and Bethany marched into the backyard.

Bethany was using Grant’s cock like a handle to pull him forward. “Felicia bet me you couldn’t fit in my pussy.” Bethany took him to a pool lounger in the shade and pushed him down.

“What!?” Grant was befuddled.

“Condom on, and then we see if it fits.”

“I can’t; you’re my sister’s best friend.” Grant protested lamely.

“And this is just sex. If you want to fuck her instead, just say so, and we can trade.” Bethany tossed a condom onto his chest. “Don’t make it weird by kissing me or anything.”

Grant complied, but his brown eyes sought Felicia’s as if to ask, ‘Is this okay?’ silently.

It has to be. We can’t, Grant, no matter how badly I want to. Felicia gave him a subtle nod. This was always the plan.

Felicia grabbed Tyler’s hand and pulled him toward the table before she sat on the surface and spread her legs. Tyler didn’t spear her with his freshly covered cock. Instead, he fell to his knees and jabbed his tongue into her pussy.

“Eating the frog first?” Felicia teased.

“I told you, that doesn’t work for me. I wanna roll up some wins.”

“OH!” Bethany’s moan pulled Felicia’s attention to the lounger a few feet away.

Jealousy surged through Felicia as she watched her best friend lower onto Grant’s cock. That should be me! It was too late; her plan was already in motion.

Grant – Later

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Bethany roared as her whole body locked up again. She wasn’t shy as she toyed with her clitty.

Grant couldn’t use his whole cock while he was fucking her. Her tunnel was slightly too short to accommodate him. That wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; Grant’s size could be an impediment to good sex. It felt fantastic, even if he couldn’t fully engage his hips.

“Umm…” Felicia moaned softly. Grant looked over to his stepsister as she shuddered. She hadn’t been kidding when she said that her legs shook when she came. They were practically vibrating. Tyler was doing a good job keeping her happy.

Now I know that my sister is quiet when she orgasms.

“I expect it to be on my tits when you finish!” Bethany’s eyes fluttered back open and smoldered with intensity. Grant wasn’t the only one who kept checking out the fun on the lounger beside them. Though, her eyes kept being drawn to Tyler.

“Yes, ma’am!” Grant nodded as he found a higher gear. Maybe I’ll get another few minutes of clarity when I cum. He doubted the thought. Felicia was stuck in his head; her effect on him changed as a constant variable in one of the programs he wrote in college. That was to say, it wasn’t wavering at all.

“Same… goes… for you, Tyler!” Felicia struggled to say as she rode Tyler with gusto. Her hands barely contained her tits as she bounced. The strawberry blonde ponytail seemed to defy gravity as it poofed out.

A minute later, Tyler furiously slapped Felicia’s thigh. “I’m close!” He gulped for air.

Felicia hopped up and threw herself back into the backrest on the lounger. She nearly toppled as Tyler leapt to his feet and worked the condom off his cock. He only needed to provide a single additional stroke of his thick cock before it spewed. Tyler soaked her big tits with blast after blast of sperm. One rope was so potent that it splashed off her breast and covered Felicia’s face with a line of semen.

“Not the face!” Felicia chortled.

“S… sorry!” Tyler shook as the orgasm passed.

“I don’t swallow, Tyler.” Felicia grinned.

“Damn… I haven’t had sex in ages. Thank you.”

“Neither have I. That was… fantastic! Go get the mimosas, and I’ll take a dip to clean up.” Felicia hopped to her feet as Tyler’s semen seemed to melt off her sweat-soaked body.

Grant didn’t stop moving his hips, but his eyes followed Felicia to the diving board as she made a sexy dive.

“You two should fuck!” Bethany ordered.

“We can’t!”

“Bullshit! Put on a new condom and do what you’re doing now, only with her. You both want to, and you keep staring at each other.” Bethany rolled her eyes. “Make me cum again!” She ordered as she strummed her clit like the strings on a guitar.

Grant followed his orders to the tee and had Bethany screaming incoherently as she came within minutes. Her vagina pulsing around him and squeezing like a vise was incredible. He had to hold on and slow his strokes lest he spill into the condom.

“Oh… that’ll clear the cobwebs.” Bethany grinned. “On my tits, Grant.” Bethany leaned up and pushed her breasts out. The surgeon really did excellent work.

Wordlessly, Grant pulled his cock out and removed the condom. His pushing down his orgasm to fulfill Bethany’s order of coming on her chest meant that he needed several strokes to overcome the resistance.

“Oh!” Grant moaned as semen leaped from his cock. He hadn’t had sex in months, and Bethany was a fantastic partner, but what Grant didn’t want to admit was that watching Felicia cum is what fueled this ejaculation. His body strained as robust waves of pleasure spiked from his spine.

Bethany grabbed his cock as it was sputtering and spitting sperm. Her mouth clamped around the head of his cock as she urged a more brutal release. Her tongue swirled around the crown as more semen drained from him. Masturbation versus sex was incomparable.

“I swallow, unlike your stepsister.” Bethany smiled proudly and revealed an empty mouth.

“I don’t like the taste of sperm!” Felicia watched intently at the pool’s edge as she sipped a mimosa. Tyler must have delivered a drink and disappeared again.

“It’s an acquired taste. You should try more! Do you eat a lot of pineapple?” Bethany asked as she stood and kicked off her wedges.

“In my smoothies.”

“I can tell.” Bethany winked. “That was fun. Thank you, Grant.” She bussed his cheek with a light kiss. “Clean up while I rinse off.” She pointed at the condom. “Bring us each a bellini when you come back.”

“Okay.” Grant watched Bethany walk to the diving board and do a perfect swan dive into the deep end.

Grant stepped inside and looked up the proper ratio for bellinis on his phone while he threw the condom into the garbage. It would be trash day before his family got home, so hiding it in a tissue was unnecessary. Two parts of sparkling wine and one part of peach puree. The recipe called for prosecco, but champagne would have to do.

“That was okay, right?” Tyler was pouring a mimosa. His cock was lazy as it went flaccid.

“I’d hope that was more than just okay.” Grant shook his head.

“That’s not what I meant. It was great sex. Your sister is… wow! So fucking tight, and she can move!” Tyler talked fast and overshared when he was nervous.

“I don’t need to know that.”

“I meant, was it alright for me to have sex with your stepsister?”

“Yeah. She’s a woman. She can decide who she wants to sleep with.” Grant grabbed the puree from the fridge. Being naked around Tyler was weird. It didn’t feel comfortable, like when it was just Felicia here.

“You were very protective of her in high school.”

“That’s because I know that high school boys are idiots, and you’re not.”

“How was Bethany?”

“Fantastic.” Grant grinned. “You’re still into her, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but there’s no way she’d be into me now.”

“I don’t know, man. You two seemed to be jelling pretty well.”

“Yeah, but then I had sex with Felicia. That’s got to have put the kibosh on my chances.”

“I think that’s my fault,” Grant said and blushed. He wasn’t sure how he could feel embarrassed after what had just happened, but his cheeks were burning.

“Why’s that?”

“Because it was the only way the pairings would work out. I can’t have sex with Felicia.”

“I don’t know, man, she kept looking over at you. Are you sure there’s nothing there?”

“No, I’m not, but we can’t. She’s my stepsister.”

“So?”

“I can’t. Besides, I don’t see you overcoming your fear of asking Bethany out.”

“I’ll make you a deal, then.”

“What’s that?”

“If I make a move on Bethany, you have to make one on Felicia.”

“Deal. You’ve pined after Bethany forever; I don’t see you doing anything now.” Grant’s heart started pounding loudly in his chest. Could I?

“Watch me.” Tyler beamed. “I’ve grown in the last year. She doesn’t scare me like she did before. Don’t get me wrong, I still get the butterflies, but they don’t utterly subsume my thoughts.”

“Mind taking this out to Bethany? I gotta take a piss.”

“No problem.”

Grant took care of business in the restroom and then stared at his reflection in the mirror as he washed his hands. “There’s no way Tyler is going to make a move.” He muttered quietly. “Even if he does, Felicia will say no.” His cock twitched and rose at the mention of his stepsister’s name. “Behave yourself. You should be tired!” He took a minute before he returned to the pool, hoping to calm down. Drinking a shot of champagne didn’t seem to soothe his nerves.

“Getting cloudy. Don’t think we need to worry as much about sunscreen,” Tyler complained as Bethany sprayed him down with SPF 50.

“Sunburns on places that are atypically in the sun aren’t fun. Learn from my experience instead of having to go through it yourself! I’m pretty sure that the friction, even with a condom, rubbed a lot off.”

“I have your bellini!” Felicia turned around with a smile.

“Cannonball!” Grant yelled as he leapt into the pool. Years of having the pool had it ingrained in him.

“You got me wet! Thanks!” Felicia giggled proudly at her double entendre.

“Oops!” Grant grinned at her.

“I shoulda asked before you hopped in, but the speakers won’t work.” Felicia brandished her cell phone.

“Crap, I forgot to turn it back on!”

“Turn what back on?”

“The Wi-Fi.”

“Why’s the WI-FI off?” Felicia asked.

“Because I didn’t want Mom and Dad answering when the delivery got here.”

“I wasn’t on camera.”

“No, but you did tell Javier that you were naked.”

“Oh… oops.” Felicia turned an adorable bright pink. “Good looking out, Grant. But isn’t this Bluetooth?”

“Yes and no.” Grant hopped back out of the pool. “It’s Bluetooth between the phone and head unit for controlling it, but the music player needs to connect to the internet to stream.”

“It’s not off my phone network?”

“Nope. Your phone can find the music with your cell network, but these speakers have their own WI-FI. They have to be able to connect to the internet to play. At least the way I have them set up currently. They get better audio files this way. I’ll fix it really quick and get it playing.”

“Nerd!” Felicia yelled after him with a blissful chuckle.

Grant grabbed a towel before scampering into the office to make sure that the streaming device found the network after he turned back on the Wi-Fi. It took a couple of attempts to keep it from connecting to the guest network, which had no connectivity to the wider internet. Those devices could only talk with each other, not the world.

After five minutes of tinkering, the music started playing. It wasn’t his favorite playlist, but the girls were in charge of the tunes. Back out on the patio, Bethany was on top of Tyler on a pool lounger, smothering him with kisses.

“What the fuck did I miss?” Grant asked as he hopped back into the pool.

“Not the fucking yet, though Bethers does have a condom in hand.” Felicia snickered. “Tyler and she were horseplaying around the pool, and he got a serious look in his eye.”

Horseplay could do that sometimes. Play fights became real all too often. “That doesn’t sound like it would lead to this.”

“Tyler told her that she was his dream woman and kissed her. Next thing I know, she had him pinned to a lounger, dry humping him.”

“Not going to stay dry for long!” Bethany yelled before tearing into the condom packaging. “Bet he lasts longer now that he has the easy one out of the way.”

“Hey! Are you calling me the easy one!” Felicia said back in fake outrage.

“If the cock fits!” Bethany chortled as Tyler rolled a condom onto his cock.

“I think the saying is ‘If the shoe fits,’ slut!” Felicia giggled.

“Not wearing any shoes.” Bethany shrugged and then aimed Tyler at her waiting pussy. “OH! It fits perfectly!” She fell on him and fucked the man savagely. She didn’t have to keep Tyler a little shallow like Bethany had to when she rode Grant.

Grant couldn’t miss a smile and a thumbs up from Tyler. It was a brief signal that Tyler had fulfilled his part of the agreement, and it was time for Grant to find courage. I will, buddy. Congratulations. Grant’s cock surged out of the water, not due to the impressive show but because he hoped that Felicia would say yes. I’ll be a man of my word, but I’ll wait until we’re alone.

Felicia – A little later

Don’t do it. A tiny, meek portion of Felicia’s consciousness pleaded, but her logical processing was drowned out. Her libido and heart were running the show. She wanted Grant. Sex with Tyler did nothing to staunch her desire.

When the boys were inside, Felicia had spoken to Bethany, agreeing to make a move on Grant if Bethany did something with Tyler. It seemed like the only way to get Bethany over her hang-ups. Felicia’s heart was racing. She’d thought that there would be a little more time since Tyler and Grant should be satisfied.

A dozen paces away, Grant watched the show, smiling since Felicia’s plan to get Tyler with his crush succeeded. He was a little further into the deep end. His cock reminded Felicia of a submarine with only the prow sticking out of the water. His time with Bethany hadn’t calmed him down for long.

Would it even fit? Felicia glanced down at her pussy. Only one way to find out. She waited for Grant to look over and gave him a nod before she motioned down her body. He returned the nod enthusiastically.

“This is a one-time offer, Grant,” Felicia said softly as she hopped out of the water and spread her legs toward her stepbrother.

“Are… are you sure?” Grant stammered, but it didn’t seem to keep him from staring at her pussy like he was starving.

“It sounds a lot better than fingering myself as I creepily voyeur those two.” Felicia tried to act like she didn’t fantasize about this regularly. “As long as you have another condom, we can put that cock to use.”

“I have a big box in my bedroom.” Grant grinned.

“Good, we may need a lot.”

“I thought it was a one-time offer.” Grant stepped out of the pool to grab a towel. His erection bobbed with every step.

“Depends on if it’s good cock or not.” Felicia grinned as seductively as she could manage.

“It’s amazing!” Bethany slowed her bucking on Tyler to announce. “Though this one may have been created for my vagina.”

“I swear to all that’s holy, if any of you blab this to anyone, you’re as good as dead!” Felicia fingered herself as she watched her best friend fuck her stepbrother’s nerdy friend to an inch of his life. Tyler had been capable enough at eating Felicia’s pussy and making her cum while fucking her, but he wasn’t quite big enough.

“YESS!” Bethany yelled triumphantly as her body shook.

Watching her spectacular best friend cum was mesmerizing. It looked powerful as Bethany slumped forward atop Tyler. His hands held on to the woman’s hips, and his green eyes shined with pride as he fulfilled a dream. This orgasm looked to be more potent than the ones that Grant had caused a few minutes ago. Felicia had studied their copulation closely.

Tyler’s crush on Bethany was evident to everyone other than the woman. Felicia was feeling a little jealous of the man as she wanted to satisfy her bisexual curiosity and wanted to do so with her bestie. Maybe another night.

“Holy shit, Tyler! Is your cock magic?” Bethany asked as her orgasm released her. “I never cum that hard!” She leaned in and kissed him passionately. It didn’t look to be the kisses that came with just a slightly buzzed hook-up.

“If you think that’s magic, you should feel what it’s like to feel your pussy climax on your cock.” Tyler grinned.

“I’ll have to take your word for it since I don’t have the right equipment.” Bethany kissed him again.

“Trust me, you very much have the right equipment.” Tyler touched her cheek and encouraged her to lean in for a kiss. “Your pussy is incredible.”

Bethany giggled, a surefire tell that she was falling for Tyler. She’d been too good for dating since high school, but this boy had her smitten. “Time for you to do some of the work.” Bethany stood up, and Tyler’s pale cock fell from her with a wet thud before it pointed back skyward.

“Sorry, it took me a minute to get the condoms.” Grant padded back into the backyard, holding a big box of condoms and a vial of lube.

“Look, Bethers! We have plenty more to play with!” Felicia cheered as Grant pulled out a strand of condoms. The three that Bethany had brought with her weren’t enough.

“Goody! I think I’m going to need a lot more Tyler.” Bethany reclined on the lounger and spread her legs wide. It was likely to show off for Tyler as her gymnastic flexibility was impressive.

“Damn…” Tyler stared at her with a broad smile.

“As long as he can keep up.” Bethany teased as Tyler lowered himself to meet her lips. His cock seemed to seek her womanhood without him having to aim it. He impaled the scintillating brunette without breaking their fevered make-out session.

“Are you sure about this, Felicia?” Grant asked as he rolled a condom onto his massive rock-hard cock. He then squirted lube on his phallus that Felicia didn’t think would be needed with as wet as she was. Though he was big, and she appreciated his apparent concern.

“Eat the frog, Grant.”

“Are you implying that sex with you is the worst part of my day?” Grant paused halfway across the pool and crooked an eyebrow.

“Isn’t the saying to get you past the hardest part of the day, so it’s pure enjoyment after that?” Felicia imitated Bethany’s prior motion to encourage Grant to get closer. Her other hand didn’t stop circling her clit. A pair of orgasms had done nothing more than make her hornier.

“Yeah, sort of. Still not sure that applies to this.” Grant stepped closer so he was between her legs.

“Get past the taboo of this, stepbrother; that’s the hard part.” Maybe that was the tricky part for Grant, but the naughtiness of the act titillated Felicia in an incredible way. The taboo of sex with her stepbrother made it better, as well as the outdoor, semi-public nature of the coming coupling.

It didn’t hurt that her stepbrother was almost every college girl’s definition of attractive. He was muscular without going too far into the musclebound end of things. He shaved everything other than his arms and legs, and even those it looked like he trimmed or was otherwise genetically gifted with the perfect smattering of hair. Biceps and pecs were perfectly crafted by Grant’s endless training. Felicia couldn’t see his butt and legs in her current position but had observed enough to know that he didn’t skip leg day.

Below his washboard abs hung his long, thick, dark cock. It was a few shades closer to black than the rest of his chestnut skin. It wasn’t the length or girth that had Felicia the most intrigued; she’d been with gifted men before, and Tyler was certainly no slouch earlier. What she had never tried was the gentle upward curve. His choice of condoms looked to be ribbed and barely contained him in a pink sheath.

Grant leaned in, whispering in Felicia’s ear so Bethany and Tyler couldn’t overhear. “You’re gorgeous, you know that, right?”

“Kinda getting that impression.” Felicia reached out and stroked his slick, sheathed cock. It was the first time she’d touched him like this, though she did have a few sex dreams that ended this way. None of those fantasies envisioned him being so massive, though.

“You could bat your eyes and have any man you wanted.” His big hands fell on her aching breasts. She needed this so badly. He was slow but insistent as he explored. His fingertips swirled around the strainingly hard nipples as he smiled as if it was the most fantastic toy he’d ever played with.

“I don’t want any man. I want you,” Felicia whispered. She doubted that Bethany and Tyler were paying any attention as they fucked furiously. Kiss me. Felicia tried to send telepathically, afraid to vocalize the need. Sex was mechanical and fun, but in her book, kissing was passionate.

“Good.” Grant grinned before he leaned in to meet her lips.

Felicia hadn’t kissed Tyler at all earlier. This was crossing a line. Her tongue did battle with Grant’s as she pulled him closer. His chest crushed in on her breasts, and she could feel a firm heartbeat within. Her lurid fantasies had nothing on the moment.

“Fuck me!” Felicia begged when the long kiss finally broke. She found his cock and guided it toward her pussy.

Grant wordlessly nodded as he leaned up and grasped his cock. He pressed it into her button, sending a wave of anticipation swirling through Felicia like a tsunami. Even though she needed this now, she let him tease her before he aligned himself with her vagina. His thick head stretched her as it poked in.

Felicia gripped the pool’s edge and pushed against him as his cock filled her. She didn’t want him to go slow or take little nibbles while they got into a rhythm. She needed all of him filling her now. He understood. His intense brown eyes stayed on her as he gripped her hips and drove deep into her depths.

“Unh!” Felicia groaned. Typically, she needed girth when it came to sex. A woman’s vagina only seemed to have pleasurable nerves in the first few inches of the tunnel. And a long cock could slam into her cervix painfully. Though she’d never experienced it personally, her bestie had a lot of experience to share. Bethany and Grant had that problem earlier. The curve, though. It hit a spot where Felicia could only graze with her favorite toy and concentration. Grant was hitting it effortlessly.

After only a handful of strokes, her body jerked involuntarily. Felicia was going to cum just from her stepbrother entering her. No, not yet. They’ll think I’m a pervert that wants to fuck her twin more than anything else. She struggled against it, but it only seemed to reinforce the taboo of the moment. There was nothing she could do to stop it. She was so perfectly full that the sensation was beyond description. Tamping down her shouts like she had to do in the dorms wouldn’t work this time. The coming climax was far too robust to be constrained by her usual hang-ups.

Oddly, the sensation didn’t start in her vagina, at her clit, or even at her breasts like one skilled boyfriend had been capable of causing. Her toes curled, and her legs shook as a light show erupted against clenched eyelids. The orgasm was delightful but seemed like dynamite with two lit fuses that were burning toward her nexus. Minor tremors would roar out like rippling eddies as they passed her breasts and burned up her clenching thighs.

It wasn’t that this climax had nothing to do with the sensation caused by Grant’s massive cock, but this reaction had more to do with her mind and heart than something physical. When the feeling finally hit her womanhood, every attempt to remain quiet couldn’t be contained. She was okay with Grant knowing she was cumming, but as she let loose a scream of pleasure, Felicia knew that it would be unmistakable to Tyler and Bethany. Her neighbors might not be able to see the pool, but they had to hear her orgasm. Part of her wondered if it was audible in Hawaii thousands of miles away.

Felicia’s back arched as she writhed against the cement, or she would have if Grant hadn’t levered her off the ground to save the skin on her back and buttocks. She repaid the kindness by digging her nails into his back as she screamed over his shoulder. Felicia couldn’t help herself. She felt like she would topple from her mount if she didn’t and needed him buried in her spasming cunt. It felt like the appropriate term for her vagina while she was unabashedly fucking her stepbrother.

“Wow…” Grant grinned foolishly when Felicia finally opened her eyes. Shivers pulsed through her like aftershocks. She’d never cum that hard, and Grant only had to penetrate her to accomplish it. Everything had changed in a minute, and there was no going back. The day of anticipation and attraction likely had more to do with it than the incredible cock, but there was no denying the strength it added.

“Not a strong enough word for that.” Felicia pulled close and kissed Grant. “Sorry about the scratching.”

“Gonna look like I got flogged.” Grant shrugged.

“You two just started!” Bethany and Tyler had stopped, staring at Grant impaling Felicia above the waterline as they embraced.

“I’d been flicking the bean since you two began!” Felicia defended but knew that wasn’t the cause. It was the forbidden nature of the coupling and an entire day of teasing. Not to mention her pussy being filled to the brim with the perfect cock. The sky above was darkening as if it disagreed with their decision.

“I think we better head inside.” Bethany pushed Tyler back, and he helped her get to her feet. Distant thunder rumbled as if the sky echoed back, the tremors still pulsing through Felicia.

“Grant’s height could be a liability!” Felicia giggled as Grant walked them out of the pool.

“If I get struck, you’re going too. Don’t think a thin layer of latex will protect against lightning.”

“Not to mention all the other skin-to-skin contact.” She giggled with abundant mirth. “Worth it.” Felicia leaned in for a kiss. This wasn’t just sex, and she was in trouble.