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Chapter 1

Ethan sighed. He turned a corner and walked past another rack of clothes, women's sweaters on the left, dress jackets on the right. He sighed again and rolled his eyes, wishing he could be anywhere else but the women's department, like in sporting goods or in hardware. He needed new tools to work on his car. Couldn't he at least look for them?

He turned another corner and stopped. The racks changed. On the right were small kitchen appliances like toasters and bread making machines. On the left was... lingerie.

He walked past the racks, trying to pretend he wasn't looking at the tiny pieces of fabric on the hangers. Most were just panties or bras, frilly, lacy things he could see right through. He imagined Mrs. Thorn wearing those things, or Maria Lopez. Some of the other things, though, he couldn't figure out.

"Can I help you?" a woman said.

Ethan turned abruptly. She smiled at him. He tried to smile back. His face got warm.

"Uh, no. Just looking," he said and walked away quickly.

He wandered back to the swimwear department. Mom and Pam were not in sight. Where the hell did they go? And why did it take so long for girls to pick out clothes? He found a new swimsuit in five minutes and was done. He shook his head. Girls were so weird.

He went by the changing rooms. He still couldn't find Mom or Pam. Over by the register, two girls were talking with each other. They looked at him, smiled, and said something to each other.

Ethan noticed someone in the changing rooms. In a full length mirror, he saw the reflection of a girl's back. She had long, shiny light hair down to the middle of her back and was wearing a thin tank top undershirt. He rose on the balls of his feet to see her panties, then looked around to see if anyone was watching. He hoped there were no cameras on him.

He turned back to the girl in the changing room. She had removed the undershirt. His eyes widened. He could see the backsides of her round boobs and the gentle curve of her back.

The girl put on a red bikini top, tied the straps in the back, brushed her long hair in place, adjusted the front over her boobs, and turned to face the mirror. Ethan's mouth fell open. It was Pam. She saw him in the mirror and smiled.

She came out from behind the curtain.

"Come in here, Ethan. I want your opinion."

She glanced to the girls by the register, grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him into the changing rooms.

"Sit here," she said and pushed him into a chair.

"Where's Mom?"

"She went to look at silverware." She stood by the curtain, facing him, her feet together. "What do you think?"

Ethan tried to speak. How did he tell his sister she looked hot?

"It's... nice," he said.

"Nice?"

He opened his mouth to speak. The word caught in his throat. "Hot."

"Hot," Pam repeated, and smiled. "Wait, let me show you the next one."

She ducked behind the curtain and pulled it closed, except for a narrow gap in the center. Ethan leaned forward on the chair and tilted his head to see through the gap. He could see only a narrow strip of her naked body. His dick stirred in his shorts and suddenly he couldn't sit still.

Pam pulled back the curtain again. Ethan's mouth fell open. Pam smiled.

"Wow," he said, barely muttering.

"You like it?"

He nodded. His throat was tight.

"You think the guys at college will like to see me in it next year?"

"Definitely."

"Let me try the next one," Pam said, and went behind the curtain again.

Ethan let out a deep breath. Through a gap in the curtains, he saw Pam removing the white bikini. He caught a glimpse of her bare breasts. His erection strained against his jeans. He looked around and shifted on the chair so it stuck down against his leg. He peeked through the gap. Pam was putting on a blue bikini. She bent over to step into the bottoms and he saw a hint of the slit between her legs. He rolled his eyes and groaned quietly.

"Ethan, could you help me with this?" Pam said from behind the curtain.

"What?"

"I need your help."

He got up and looked around again. They were alone in the changing rooms. He pushed one of the curtains aside. Pam stood with her back to him, watching his reflection in the mirror. Her hands were over her breasts, holding the bikini top in place.

"Tie this for me, please?" she said.

Ethan took the thin strings off her shoulders. She used both hands to collect her hair and lift it away from the back of her neck. The patches of fabric over her breasts swung away, exposing her nipples. Ethan stared, then noticed Pam smiling at him in her reflection. His fingers fumbled with the strings.

"There," Ethan said.

"This part, too."

Pam passed the lower strings back and Ethan tied them together. She adjusted the patches of fabric over her breasts.

"Do you like it?" she said.

He nodded. He especially liked the way it barely covered her boobs, and the way her nipples stuck out through the fabric. Pam put her hands on her ass.

"What do you think of this side?" she said. She wiggled the straps down a bit.

"Great."

Pam turned to him. Her face looked up to his. Her lips parted slightly and the corners of her mouth curled.

"Do you like the color?" she said in a soft voice. Her hand brushed his leg. She pulled the strap away from her hip. "Do you think it will make my tan look good?"

Ethan stared at her hip and nodded. He couldn't make any words come out. Pam turned back to the mirror. His face looked over her shoulder in the reflection.

"Could you move those straps a bit lower, please?" Pam said and held her arms out at her sides.

Ethan touched her hips lightly. Her skin burned the tips of his fingers. He pushed the straps down until they practically fell off, and left his hands on her hips, his thumbs brushing the cheeks of her ass.

"That's better," Pam said. Her voice was barely loud enough to hear. She leaned back. Her ass pressed against his erection. Her fingers brushed over her breasts, tugging at the fabric. "Do you think it fits good here?"

"Yeah," Ethan said.

He moved his hips and his erection lodged between the cheeks of her ass. Pam flinched and gasped softly. His hands squeezed her hips and pulled her back.

"Ethan, don't," she said in a whisper, staring at his eyes in the reflection. Her fingers brushed over her nipples.

"I know," Ethan said, and nearly choked on the words.

He moved her hips back and forth with his. Pam's mouth opened wider. She was breathing hard. She shook her head slowly.

"We shouldn't do this. It isn't right," she said.

"I don't care. You're eighteen now, right?"

Her eyelids drooped. "We could get in trouble."

"I know."

"Ethan, stop," she said.

She moved her hands down over his. Her back arched. He rubbed his hard cock along the groove between the cheeks of her ass. Pam's fingers pried his fingers from her hips, but she was moaning. He watched her face in the mirror. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lower lip between her teeth.

He heard the laughing and the voices, but they seemed far off, like the sound from a television in another room. His eyes were focused on his sister's chest. It wasn't until her nails dug into his hand that he noticed she was talking to him.

"Ethan, for God's sake, someone's coming. Get out of here," Pam said in a low hiss.

Ethan jerked his hands away from her hips. Pam shoved him out of the changing room and snapped the curtain shut. The two girls who had been standing by the register appeared at the same time. They both looked at him. Their faces became serious. His own face grew warm. His hard penis pushed out the front of his jeans. He prayed they didn't look down.

The girls glanced at each other, walked past and giggled. Ethan walked out of the changing area while they collected the clothing and hangers. He let out a deep breath. He was sweating. He walked quickly to the nearest counter and leaned against it before anyone saw the bulge in his jeans.

"Ethan, where's your sister?" Mom said.

Ethan looked over his shoulder, but didn't turn around. She was carrying two boxes and a bag.

"She's, uh, in the changing room."

"Hold these for me, please," Mom said, and dumped the boxes into his arms.

Ethan grunted. The boxes were heavy. He held his breath, hoping she didn't notice the front of his jeans.

"Did she find a swimsuit she liked?"

"I think so," Ethan said and looked away. The thought of Pam in that bikini made his penis twitch.

"There she is," Mom said.

Pam came out of the changing area in her clothes, carrying the tiny bikini on a hanger. Her face was flushed. She looked at him and smiled quickly.

"Is this what you want?" Mom said. She held up the hanger and her eyes became skeptical.

"I like it, Mom."

"It's a bit small, isn't it?"

"No, it's not too small. It fits." Pam glanced at Ethan.

Mom shrugged. "Ok, if that's what you want."

They bought the swimsuit and drove home. Ethan could not look at his sister without feeling a stirring in his shorts. She never looked at him. As soon as they got home, she ran straight up to her room. Ethan spilled his new clothes on the sofa and tore the tags off, but couldn't stop thinking about what Pam was doing upstairs. Finally, he gathered all his clothes in his arms, took them up to his room, dropped his jeans to his ankles and rubbed himself with the image of Pam in the tiny blue bikini in his mind.

She couldn't sit still. It was Labor Day. The intense heat of August carried over into the first days of September, and Gayle was running around the house like a schoolgirl before her first date. She scurried through the kitchen, dodging around Francis, who was trimming the chicken at the sink.

"For God's sake, Gayle, settle down," he said. "What's got into you?"

"I don't know. I'm just so nervous." She straightened the pillows on the sofa, rearranged them, and straightened them again.

Francis pointed with the knife, squinting one eye closed.

"It's because of Ethan, isn't it?" he said. "You're all worked up about a boy coming over."

Gayle paused in the middle of the living room. "Do you think that's it?"

"I'm sure of it."

"You're not jealous, are you?" Gayle said. She went to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, watching him trim the chicken. She touched the back of her hand to her forehead. She was warm.

"Of a boy? You're not going to run away with him are you?"

"Of course not. I just want to fuck him."

Francis shrugged. "Can't blame you for that. Wouldn't mind doing it with that sister of his myself."

"Francis, how can you say that? She's just a child."

He put his fist on his hip. "And Ethan's not? What is he, nineteen? You're twice his age, dear."

"Pam's barely eighteen herself."

"That doesn't make any difference. I know what eighteen year old girls are like," Francis said.

Gayle nodded. "I guess you're right about that. I was pretty horny when I was her age. I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm not planning anything." He stopped abruptly and set the knife down. "You don't think I'm going to rape the girl, do you?"

Gayle sighed and patted his shoulder. "I never know with you, dear."

Francis pointed out the window with the knife.

"I guess we'll find out. They're here," he said.

Gayle turned to look. Pam and her mother came through the gate and waved. Both were carrying beach towels and their swimsuits. Her heat skipped a beat. Ethan wasn't with them. Finally, he appeared and closed the gate behind him. He had already changed into his swim trunks and his towel was slung over his shoulder.

Gayle let out a long breath. Her insides felt warm. The sight of his bare chest and rigid stomach made her tingle all over. She couldn't wait. She wasn't sure how it might happen with Ethan's mother and sister being there, but she hoped she could manage to get herself alone with him for a few minutes. That might be all the time she would need. She was dying to feel that huge cock inside her again, dying to feel Ethan's hard, trim body locked between her legs.

Mrs. Thorn opened the sliding glass door and stepped out of the house. Her face was beaming. Pam went up the few steps to the deck, just ahead of Mom.

"Hi, I'm so glad you came," Mrs. Thorn said. "My husband is still inside, preparing the chicken. You'll want to go swimming before you eat, won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Pam said.

Mrs. Thorn smiled and touched her cheek. "You're so sweet."

She and Mom started chatting. On the other side of the pool, Ethan tossed his towel on a deck chair and jumped into the pool.

"Your yard is beautiful," Mom said. "I love what you've done with the flowers."

"Let me show you what I'm working on now, on the other side of the house."

Mrs. Thorn led Mom off to the other side of the house. Pam held her hand over her eyes, like the bill of a cap, and watched Ethan. He moved gracefully up and down the pool. She didn't want to wait any longer. Mom would make her wait an hour after they ate before they could go back in the pool. She dumped her beach towel on a deck chair and went inside through the sliding glass door.

"Hi, Pam," Mr. Thorn said.

"Hi, Mr. Thorn." She pushed the heavy door closed and leaned on the counter to watch him work. "What are you making?"

"Well, we've got chicken and hamburgers, and I got corn on the cob over there and some scalloped potatoes," he said, pointing to each item with the knife. "What do you like?"

"I want a hamburger," Pam said. She held herself up on her elbows and let her legs dangle under the counter.

"With cheese?"

"Yeah."

Mr. Thorn nodded and got a package of cheese from the refrigerator.

"What are you gonna have?"

"I am having chicken, with barbecue sauce," Mr. Thorn said, pointing at the chicken breast on the cutting board with his knife and his finger. "I can't have red meat. Doctor said it's no good for me." He leaned close to Pam and lowered his voice. "That's what happens when you get old, you know."

Pam laughed. "You're not old."

"I am. Look, I have gray hairs."

Mr. Thorn cocked his head forward and picked at his thinning, black hair. Pam came around the counter and stood on her tiptoes.

"Where?"

"Right here. See?" he said.

Pam put her hand on his shoulder. Finally, she saw the few gray hairs mixed with the little bit of hair he had left, but it was not the hair she noticed. He smelled good, even over the smell of the chicken and hamburgers. He felt good, too. His shoulder was hard muscle under the light polo shirt.

"I see," Pam said.

Mr. Thorn straightened up, pulling his shoulder out from under her hand. He sighed.

"Yep, I'm getting old." He stacked the chicken on a plate. "Are you hungry?"

Pam shook her head. "Not yet. I wanna go swimming first." She held up her bikini. "I wanna wear my new swimsuit."

His eyes lit up. "Wow. That's a nice suit. You can change in the bathroom, right down the hall."

Pam skipped down the hall. Ethan was already in the pool. She couldn't wait to get in, too, and she couldn't wait to let Mr. Thorn see her in the new bikini.

The bathroom was at the end of the hall. She closed the door and leaned against it, staring around her. The bathroom was huge, as big as her bedroom. It had a shower stall and a bathtub. The bathtub was huge, too, round instead of square, with steps to get up to it and seats and nozzles around the inside. In the ceiling was a skylight, letting the sun shine down on the huge tub.

It was amazing. Two people could sit in the tub at the same time, or more even. A whole group of people could sit in the tub, all naked, all touching and kissing at the same time. Pam shivered. The idea made her tingle all the way down to her toes.

She removed her t-shirt, her shorts and her panties, folded them neatly and lay the pile on the counter. The entire wide wall behind the sink was covered with big mirrors. She stepped back to look at herself naked. She put her hands on her hips, turned one way, then the other. She smiled. Her body finally had curves, not like Mrs. Thorn's curves, but good curves anyway.

She lifted her hair high and let it fall back to her shoulders. She shook her head and her long, golden hair flew wildly around her head, covering her face. The straight cut ends reached all the way to her nipples.

She rubbed her nipples with her thumbs and sighed. Wouldn't it be so nice if Ethan came in to make love to her? Or Mr. Thorn. That would be exciting. They could sit in that big tub with their clothes off and she could put her head on his shoulder, put her hands on his cute bald head, reach under the water and put her hand around his thing.

He would have a big one, like Ethan's, long and thick, and she would have to put both hands around it to make his stuff come out. She would sit on Mr. Thorn's lap and his big, hard thing would go way up inside her and she would move up and down with the warm water surrounding them and he would put his hands on her waist, just like Ethan did in the changing rooms.

Pam sighed. She wanted it to happen like that, but it never would. It was fun to imagine, though. She leaned on the edge of the counter with both hands and smirked at her reflection in the mirror. It would be more fun to do it for real.

She brushed her hair away from her face and tucked the strands behind her ears. She turned her face to look at her cheeks. Her skin was very pale. She'd been inside all summer and summer was almost over. It was too late to get a good tan. She could put a little color on her lips, though. Mrs. Thorn probably had lipstick somewhere in that bathroom. She just needed to find something that wouldn't wash off while she was swimming.

She sat down at the counter and opened the drawers of the cabinets. On one side of the sink were all sorts of men's things, like razors and aftershave. On the other side of the sink, the drawers were full of women's things. Some of the drawers had makeup, but not the kind she could use.

She opened the bottom drawer and stopped. Her heart skipped, then beat faster. It looked real. For a second, she thought it was. She could only stare, unable to believe what she was seeing. She didn't even know such things existed.

It looked exactly like a penis. She lifted it out of the drawer. Her fingers squeezed. It was firm, but not as hard as a real one. She held it in both hands, squeezing. It was hard enough. She rubbed her legs together. She was getting warm. Her little fingers moved over the rubber penis like it was the real thing.

Pam glanced at the door, then down at the thing in her hands. What did Mrs. Thorn do with it? What else could she do?

Pam pushed the chair back, spread her legs and touched her pussy. She was wet and warm down there. She glanced at the door again. Would Mrs. Thorn mind if she tried it for a few seconds? It wouldn't be the same as the real thing, of course, but it would be close, closer than anything she had in a long time.

She spread her legs wider, lifted one foot to the edge of the counter, the other on one of the steps leading up to the round tub. She touched her pussy, pushed her middle finger in and spread her moist lips. She touched the tip of the rubber cock to the wet, pink area, moving it up and down until she found her opening. She pressed it in and winced. It was a tight fit. She pressed again, biting her lower lip. Her toes curled. She whimpered. Slowly, her pussy opened and the rubber penis slid between her lips.

Ethan sighed. He turned a corner and walked past another rack of clothes, women's sweaters on the left, dress jackets on the right. He sighed again and rolled his eyes, wishing he could be anywhere else but the women's department, like in sporting goods or in hardware. He needed new tools to work on his car. Couldn't he at least look for them?

He turned another corner and stopped. The racks changed. On the right were small kitchen appliances like toasters and bread making machines. On the left was... lingerie.

He walked past the racks, trying to pretend he wasn't looking at the tiny pieces of fabric on the hangers. Most were just panties or bras, frilly, lacy things he could see right through. He imagined Mrs. Thorn wearing those things, or Maria Lopez. Some of the other things, though, he couldn't figure out.

"Can I help you?" a woman said.

Ethan turned abruptly. She smiled at him. He tried to smile back. His face got warm.

"Uh, no. Just looking," he said and walked away quickly.

He wandered back to the swimwear department. Mom and Pam were not in sight. Where the hell did they go? And why did it take so long for girls to pick out clothes? He found a new swimsuit in five minutes and was done. He shook his head. Girls were so weird.

He went by the changing rooms. He still couldn't find Mom or Pam. Over by the register, two girls were talking with each other. They looked at him, smiled, and said something to each other.

Ethan noticed someone in the changing rooms. In a full length mirror, he saw the reflection of a girl's back. She had long, shiny light hair down to the middle of her back and was wearing a thin tank top undershirt. He rose on the balls of his feet to see her panties, then looked around to see if anyone was watching. He hoped there were no cameras on him.

He turned back to the girl in the changing room. She had removed the undershirt. His eyes widened. He could see the backsides of her round boobs and the gentle curve of her back.

The girl put on a red bikini top, tied the straps in the back, brushed her long hair in place, adjusted the front over her boobs, and turned to face the mirror. Ethan's mouth fell open. It was Pam. She saw him in the mirror and smiled.

She came out from behind the curtain.

"Come in here, Ethan. I want your opinion."

She glanced to the girls by the register, grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him into the changing rooms.

"Sit here," she said and pushed him into a chair.

"Where's Mom?"

"She went to look at silverware." She stood by the curtain, facing him, her feet together. "What do you think?"

Ethan tried to speak. How did he tell his sister she looked hot?

"It's... nice," he said.

"Nice?"

He opened his mouth to speak. The word caught in his throat. "Hot."

"Hot," Pam repeated, and smiled. "Wait, let me show you the next one."

She ducked behind the curtain and pulled it closed, except for a narrow gap in the center. Ethan leaned forward on the chair and tilted his head to see through the gap. He could see only a narrow strip of her naked body. His dick stirred in his shorts and suddenly he couldn't sit still.

Pam pulled back the curtain again. Ethan's mouth fell open. Pam smiled.

"Wow," he said, barely muttering.

"You like it?"

He nodded. His throat was tight.

"You think the guys at college will like to see me in it next year?"

"Definitely."

"Let me try the next one," Pam said, and went behind the curtain again.

Ethan let out a deep breath. Through a gap in the curtains, he saw Pam removing the white bikini. He caught a glimpse of her bare breasts. His erection strained against his jeans. He looked around and shifted on the chair so it stuck down against his leg. He peeked through the gap. Pam was putting on a blue bikini. She bent over to step into the bottoms and he saw a hint of the slit between her legs. He rolled his eyes and groaned quietly.

"Ethan, could you help me with this?" Pam said from behind the curtain.

"What?"

"I need your help."

He got up and looked around again. They were alone in the changing rooms. He pushed one of the curtains aside. Pam stood with her back to him, watching his reflection in the mirror. Her hands were over her breasts, holding the bikini top in place.

"Tie this for me, please?" she said.

Ethan took the thin strings off her shoulders. She used both hands to collect her hair and lift it away from the back of her neck. The patches of fabric over her breasts swung away, exposing her nipples. Ethan stared, then noticed Pam smiling at him in her reflection. His fingers fumbled with the strings.

"There," Ethan said.

"This part, too."

Pam passed the lower strings back and Ethan tied them together. She adjusted the patches of fabric over her breasts.

"Do you like it?" she said.

He nodded. He especially liked the way it barely covered her boobs, and the way her nipples stuck out through the fabric. Pam put her hands on her ass.

"What do you think of this side?" she said. She wiggled the straps down a bit.

"Great."

Pam turned to him. Her face looked up to his. Her lips parted slightly and the corners of her mouth curled.

"Do you like the color?" she said in a soft voice. Her hand brushed his leg. She pulled the strap away from her hip. "Do you think it will make my tan look good?"

Ethan stared at her hip and nodded. He couldn't make any words come out. Pam turned back to the mirror. His face looked over her shoulder in the reflection.

"Could you move those straps a bit lower, please?" Pam said and held her arms out at her sides.

Ethan touched her hips lightly. Her skin burned the tips of his fingers. He pushed the straps down until they practically fell off, and left his hands on her hips, his thumbs brushing the cheeks of her ass.

"That's better," Pam said. Her voice was barely loud enough to hear. She leaned back. Her ass pressed against his erection. Her fingers brushed over her breasts, tugging at the fabric. "Do you think it fits good here?"

"Yeah," Ethan said.

He moved his hips and his erection lodged between the cheeks of her ass. Pam flinched and gasped softly. His hands squeezed her hips and pulled her back.

"Ethan, don't," she said in a whisper, staring at his eyes in the reflection. Her fingers brushed over her nipples.

"I know," Ethan said, and nearly choked on the words.

He moved her hips back and forth with his. Pam's mouth opened wider. She was breathing hard. She shook her head slowly.

"We shouldn't do this. It isn't right," she said.

"I don't care. You're eighteen now, right?"

Her eyelids drooped. "We could get in trouble."

"I know."

"Ethan, stop," she said.

She moved her hands down over his. Her back arched. He rubbed his hard cock along the groove between the cheeks of her ass. Pam's fingers pried his fingers from her hips, but she was moaning. He watched her face in the mirror. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lower lip between her teeth.

He heard the laughing and the voices, but they seemed far off, like the sound from a television in another room. His eyes were focused on his sister's chest. It wasn't until her nails dug into his hand that he noticed she was talking to him.

"Ethan, for God's sake, someone's coming. Get out of here," Pam said in a low hiss.

Ethan jerked his hands away from her hips. Pam shoved him out of the changing room and snapped the curtain shut. The two girls who had been standing by the register appeared at the same time. They both looked at him. Their faces became serious. His own face grew warm. His hard penis pushed out the front of his jeans. He prayed they didn't look down.

The girls glanced at each other, walked past and giggled. Ethan walked out of the changing area while they collected the clothing and hangers. He let out a deep breath. He was sweating. He walked quickly to the nearest counter and leaned against it before anyone saw the bulge in his jeans.

"Ethan, where's your sister?" Mom said.

Ethan looked over his shoulder, but didn't turn around. She was carrying two boxes and a bag.

"She's, uh, in the changing room."

"Hold these for me, please," Mom said, and dumped the boxes into his arms.

Ethan grunted. The boxes were heavy. He held his breath, hoping she didn't notice the front of his jeans.

"Did she find a swimsuit she liked?"

"I think so," Ethan said and looked away. The thought of Pam in that bikini made his penis twitch.

"There she is," Mom said.

Pam came out of the changing area in her clothes, carrying the tiny bikini on a hanger. Her face was flushed. She looked at him and smiled quickly.

"Is this what you want?" Mom said. She held up the hanger and her eyes became skeptical.

"I like it, Mom."

"It's a bit small, isn't it?"

"No, it's not too small. It fits." Pam glanced at Ethan.

Mom shrugged. "Ok, if that's what you want."

They bought the swimsuit and drove home. Ethan could not look at his sister without feeling a stirring in his shorts. She never looked at him. As soon as they got home, she ran straight up to her room. Ethan spilled his new clothes on the sofa and tore the tags off, but couldn't stop thinking about what Pam was doing upstairs. Finally, he gathered all his clothes in his arms, took them up to his room, dropped his jeans to his ankles and rubbed himself with the image of Pam in the tiny blue bikini in his mind.

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She couldn't sit still. It was Labor Day. The intense heat of August carried over into the first days of September, and Gayle was running around the house like a schoolgirl before her first date. She scurried through the kitchen, dodging around Francis, who was trimming the chicken at the sink.

"For God's sake, Gayle, settle down," he said. "What's got into you?"

"I don't know. I'm just so nervous." She straightened the pillows on the sofa, rearranged them, and straightened them again.

Francis pointed with the knife, squinting one eye closed.

"It's because of Ethan, isn't it?" he said. "You're all worked up about a boy coming over."

Gayle paused in the middle of the living room. "Do you think that's it?"

"I'm sure of it."

"You're not jealous, are you?" Gayle said. She went to the kitchen and leaned against the counter, watching him trim the chicken. She touched the back of her hand to her forehead. She was warm.

"Of a boy? You're not going to run away with him are you?"

"Of course not. I just want to fuck him."

Francis shrugged. "Can't blame you for that. Wouldn't mind doing it with that sister of his myself."

"Francis, how can you say that? She's just a child."

He put his fist on his hip. "And Ethan's not? What is he, nineteen? You're twice his age, dear."

"Pam's barely eighteen herself."

"That doesn't make any difference. I know what eighteen year old girls are like," Francis said.

Gayle nodded. "I guess you're right about that. I was pretty horny when I was her age. I just hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm not planning anything." He stopped abruptly and set the knife down. "You don't think I'm going to rape the girl, do you?"

Gayle sighed and patted his shoulder. "I never know with you, dear."

Francis pointed out the window with the knife.

"I guess we'll find out. They're here," he said.

Gayle turned to look. Pam and her mother came through the gate and waved. Both were carrying beach towels and their swimsuits. Her heat skipped a beat. Ethan wasn't with them. Finally, he appeared and closed the gate behind him. He had already changed into his swim trunks and his towel was slung over his shoulder.

Gayle let out a long breath. Her insides felt warm. The sight of his bare chest and rigid stomach made her tingle all over. She couldn't wait. She wasn't sure how it might happen with Ethan's mother and sister being there, but she hoped she could manage to get herself alone with him for a few minutes. That might be all the time she would need. She was dying to feel that huge cock inside her again, dying to feel Ethan's hard, trim body locked between her legs.

Mrs. Thorn opened the sliding glass door and stepped out of the house. Her face was beaming. Pam went up the few steps to the deck, just ahead of Mom.

"Hi, I'm so glad you came," Mrs. Thorn said. "My husband is still inside, preparing the chicken. You'll want to go swimming before you eat, won't you?"

"Yes, ma'am," Pam said.

Mrs. Thorn smiled and touched her cheek. "You're so sweet."

She and Mom started chatting. On the other side of the pool, Ethan tossed his towel on a deck chair and jumped into the pool.

"Your yard is beautiful," Mom said. "I love what you've done with the flowers."

"Let me show you what I'm working on now, on the other side of the house."

Mrs. Thorn led Mom off to the other side of the house. Pam held her hand over her eyes, like the bill of a cap, and watched Ethan. He moved gracefully up and down the pool. She didn't want to wait any longer. Mom would make her wait an hour after they ate before they could go back in the pool. She dumped her beach towel on a deck chair and went inside through the sliding glass door.

"Hi, Pam," Mr. Thorn said.

"Hi, Mr. Thorn." She pushed the heavy door closed and leaned on the counter to watch him work. "What are you making?"

"Well, we've got chicken and hamburgers, and I got corn on the cob over there and some scalloped potatoes," he said, pointing to each item with the knife. "What do you like?"

"I want a hamburger," Pam said. She held herself up on her elbows and let her legs dangle under the counter.

"With cheese?"

"Yeah."

Mr. Thorn nodded and got a package of cheese from the refrigerator.

"What are you gonna have?"

"I am having chicken, with barbecue sauce," Mr. Thorn said, pointing at the chicken breast on the cutting board with his knife and his finger. "I can't have red meat. Doctor said it's no good for me." He leaned close to Pam and lowered his voice. "That's what happens when you get old, you know."

Pam laughed. "You're not old."

"I am. Look, I have gray hairs."

Mr. Thorn cocked his head forward and picked at his thinning, black hair. Pam came around the counter and stood on her tiptoes.

"Where?"

"Right here. See?" he said.

Pam put her hand on his shoulder. Finally, she saw the few gray hairs mixed with the little bit of hair he had left, but it was not the hair she noticed. He smelled good, even over the smell of the chicken and hamburgers. He felt good, too. His shoulder was hard muscle under the light polo shirt.

"I see," Pam said.

Mr. Thorn straightened up, pulling his shoulder out from under her hand. He sighed.

"Yep, I'm getting old." He stacked the chicken on a plate. "Are you hungry?"

Pam shook her head. "Not yet. I wanna go swimming first." She held up her bikini. "I wanna wear my new swimsuit."

His eyes lit up. "Wow. That's a nice suit. You can change in the bathroom, right down the hall."

Pam skipped down the hall. Ethan was already in the pool. She couldn't wait to get in, too, and she couldn't wait to let Mr. Thorn see her in the new bikini.

The bathroom was at the end of the hall. She closed the door and leaned against it, staring around her. The bathroom was huge, as big as her bedroom. It had a shower stall and a bathtub. The bathtub was huge, too, round instead of square, with steps to get up to it and seats and nozzles around the inside. In the ceiling was a skylight, letting the sun shine down on the huge tub.

It was amazing. Two people could sit in the tub at the same time, or more even. A whole group of people could sit in the tub, all naked, all touching and kissing at the same time. Pam shivered. The idea made her tingle all the way down to her toes.

She removed her t-shirt, her shorts and her panties, folded them neatly and lay the pile on the counter. The entire wide wall behind the sink was covered with big mirrors. She stepped back to look at herself naked. She put her hands on her hips, turned one way, then the other. She smiled. Her body finally had curves, not like Mrs. Thorn's curves, but good curves anyway.

She lifted her hair high and let it fall back to her shoulders. She shook her head and her long, golden hair flew wildly around her head, covering her face. The straight cut ends reached all the way to her nipples.

She rubbed her nipples with her thumbs and sighed. Wouldn't it be so nice if Ethan came in to make love to her? Or Mr. Thorn. That would be exciting. They could sit in that big tub with their clothes off and she could put her head on his shoulder, put her hands on his cute bald head, reach under the water and put her hand around his thing.

He would have a big one, like Ethan's, long and thick, and she would have to put both hands around it to make his stuff come out. She would sit on Mr. Thorn's lap and his big, hard thing would go way up inside her and she would move up and down with the warm water surrounding them and he would put his hands on her waist, just like Ethan did in the changing rooms.

Pam sighed. She wanted it to happen like that, but it never would. It was fun to imagine, though. She leaned on the edge of the counter with both hands and smirked at her reflection in the mirror. It would be more fun to do it for real.

She brushed her hair away from her face and tucked the strands behind her ears. She turned her face to look at her cheeks. Her skin was very pale. She'd been inside all summer and summer was almost over. It was too late to get a good tan. She could put a little color on her lips, though. Mrs. Thorn probably had lipstick somewhere in that bathroom. She just needed to find something that wouldn't wash off while she was swimming.

She sat down at the counter and opened the drawers of the cabinets. On one side of the sink were all sorts of men's things, like razors and aftershave. On the other side of the sink, the drawers were full of women's things. Some of the drawers had makeup, but not the kind she could use.

She opened the bottom drawer and stopped. Her heart skipped, then beat faster. It looked real. For a second, she thought it was. She could only stare, unable to believe what she was seeing. She didn't even know such things existed.

It looked exactly like a penis. She lifted it out of the drawer. Her fingers squeezed. It was firm, but not as hard as a real one. She held it in both hands, squeezing. It was hard enough. She rubbed her legs together. She was getting warm. Her little fingers moved over the rubber penis like it was the real thing.

Pam glanced at the door, then down at the thing in her hands. What did Mrs. Thorn do with it? What else could she do?

Pam pushed the chair back, spread her legs and touched her pussy. She was wet and warm down there. She glanced at the door again. Would Mrs. Thorn mind if she tried it for a few seconds? It wouldn't be the same as the real thing, of course, but it would be close, closer than anything she had in a long time.

She spread her legs wider, lifted one foot to the edge of the counter, the other on one of the steps leading up to the round tub. She touched her pussy, pushed her middle finger in and spread her moist lips. She touched the tip of the rubber cock to the wet, pink area, moving it up and down until she found her opening. She pressed it in and winced. It was a tight fit. She pressed again, biting her lower lip. Her toes curled. She whimpered. Slowly, her pussy opened and the rubber penis slid between her lips.

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