Saturday at the Lake_New June 24

[NickTwisp]

Yes, I also wonder if the girls could tell that Davos was naked when they first approached and asked who he was?

[TeenFan]

Saturday at the Lake
Chapter 4. Explain Yourself


"Where the hell did you come from?"

Having been so suddenly kicked out of the mental wonderland filled with the new physical sensations of swimming naked in a pool, Davos
sputtered and stuttered as he tried to speak. It's not a question he was prepared to answer. His short-lived blissful existence, being all by
himself in a place where he thought nobody would disturb him, broken to pieces by the unexpected appearance of two girls.

"Ahh...um...well, I ahh..." He doesn't know what to say, so he challenges back. "Who are you? This isn't your house."

The older girl, who is of the brown haired brown eyed variety looks startled at being asked to identify herself. The slightly smaller girl, who has
naturally curly hair a lighter shade of brown with eyes that might be blue, was less offended.

"Oh, we don't live here. We're visiting my Aunt Sandy."

"That's right", the older one says. "This is my aunt's house, so we belong here. And who might you be?"

Back to that, having to explain himself, so he coughs and clears his throat to exclaim, "Your Aunt Sandy is my friend. She pays me to mow
her lawn."

For a moment there is silence. Then the younger girl giggles then bumps her sister's elbow before pointing to the ground near the outer
stepladder. Davos doesn't have to look over the wall to know what the pointing and giggling is all about. His clothes are piled there with the
briefs right on top. A grin flashes across the face of the older girl. She grins, then gets serious again. Suddenly and without warning the older
one bends down to gather up all the clothes. She didn't bother with the shoes and socks. It was the shirt, shorts, and undies in her hand as
she straightened back up.

"Hey, those are mine. Leave them alone." Despite his loud demand, all he can do is hug the wall of the pool as there is no way he can influence
what happens from here on out. The girls have taken control of this situation.

The clothes get handed to the younger sister, as she is told to go into the house. "Put these inside and tell momma we have a trespasser in the backyard. I'm sure she will want to see this right away."

Davos didn't really know what hope he has of getting out of this mess with a minimum of embarrassment, but any hope vanished as the younger
girl takes the clothes into the house.

"You didn't have to do that. You could've let me go," Davos tries to sound indignant, but it comes off weak.

"Really? Now how much fun would that be?"

This visit to a pool on a Friday afternoon wasn't so fun now, in fact not fun at all, not for him. He looked at the shoes on the ground thinking
he could still make a run for it. He'd be showing himself temporarily to the one girl before him. He could hop out of the pool, grab the two
shoes, then run for home with one shoe over his junk, one shoe being used to try to cover the crack of his ass. It would look ridiculous to
anyone who saw him, but it would minimize the damage. Two things stopped the escape attempt. In his shorts there is his wallet with his
ID card. The people who showed up at this house will know where he lives. Secondly, how is he going to explain to his mom or brother when
he has to bang on the door to be let in. His key is also in the shorts pocket. Realizing he's screwed no matter what, Davos does nothing. A
moment later the back door swings open. Not two, but three people step out into the yard. It's the younger sister with what is likely the mom.
Along with them is a tall teenage guy who is over six feet tall.

'OH GREAT, the more the merrier', Davos thinks to himself as his head shakes in disbelief.

The group joins the girl who stayed behind to guard him from escape. All focus and attention are on the mom, who obviously will the deciding
factor in how this plays out. This mom looks stern, and she is all business.

"Tell me who you are and why you are in my sister's backyard."

There's nothing to do but tell the truth. Davos told them how he mowed the yard for Miss Sandy after he fixed the mower. He told how Miss
Sandy invited him to swim in the pool.

"Did my sister say you were welcome to come back anytime to swim here when she isn't home?"

Looking downward, Davos says "Well, not exactly."

"What are you going to do with him?" the tall teen guy asks.

The face on the mom switches from serious to warm and friendly. "If he works for Sandy, and she trusts this kid...I think we can trust him
too. Let us introduce ourselves to Sandy's dependable workman."

The mom introduced herself as Mrs. Marple. The older daughter is Marilyn, and she is fourteen. The younger one is Julieta, and she is twelve.
The older guy is the nephew of Mrs. Marple, the name being Silas, his age seventeen. After the greetings are made Mrs. Marple went back to
asking questions.

"Do you always skinnydip when you swim in my sister's pool?"

For the first time Davos felt his face blushing. Up to this moment the trespassing was the main topic of discussion.

"No. This is the first time."

"You aren't calling the cops on him?" The younger one finally speaks. "I've never seen anyone arrested before."

The girl almost sounds disappointed. No doubt a naked fourteen year old boy getting busted for trespassing would make for great entertainment.
It might even be newsworthy for local tv.

"No girls. We are not calling the police. Davos here will be treated as our guest. So...let's get our vacation going. You girls go in and put your
swimsuits on."

Marilyn and Julieta both squeal and shout out a loud "YES". They laugh as they run for the door to the house.

Davos is stunned, watching with growing angst as the two girls run off. The stuttering and stammering returns. "Ya ya you are going to let them
swim na na now?"

The mom is all smiles, then she says, "It's the main attraction of coming to Aunt Sandy's house. They were so looking forward to using the pool.
It's gonna be a hot one today. What good is there in waiting to get cooled down. Isn't that right, Silas?"

"Right you is, Aunt Maybelle. Right you is," the tall guy answers back with a mischievous grin of his own.

[Themarble]

Loving this! The girls now have permission to swim with this naked trespasser. It is only a matter of time until they gaze upon his goods. I can't wait.

[Jeepman89]

Loving the turn of events.

[TeenFan]

Saturday at the Lake
Chapter 5. Unexpected Equality


The turn of events was turning out to be far different than Davos could have imagined. Once he had been caught red handed, or better said
bare assed, in the swimming pool at Sandy's house, he thought he was going to be asked to leave. That didn't happen. The new lady in charge
sent her two daughters to get into their swimsuits, and she stood by awaiting their return. If Davos wanted to make a run for it, regardless of
the consequences, he could have if it was only Mrs. Marple, but the tall and menacing looking big guy was there to back her up.

"Wouldn't it be better if I left now?" One final attempt is made to extricate himself from this way too sticky situation. Those girls will be back
any minute.

"Leave?...why leave now? If you are my sister's friend then you are our friend too. I'm quite eager to get to know you. Oh looksee here, here
they come. Come on girls, jump on in."

Little Julieta came running out of the house first. The twelve year old was in a tube top with shoulder straps. Only miniscule mounds pressed out
up top. It was the bottom piece that was more interesting, looking more like cotton panties than a suit for swimming. These panties were pink,
like she was wearing something made out of cotton candy.

The older girl, Marilyn, followed close behind. The bigger girl wore a one-piece suit that somehow seemed a little too small on her. The pattern
of flowers gave the suit a Hawaiian flavor, but the colors were somewhat faded, the material stretched. Marilyn had definitely outgrown the
swimsuit. Her breasts push the suit out like two cantaloupes were tucked down in there, and the whole thing might tear and fall apart from
the girl's blossoming body growing into feminine form. The distinct impression of a protruding nipple centered each marvelous mound on
Marilyn's chest. She must have been given that suit when still a little girl, and now it was nearly busting out at the seams.

Davos' dick would be pushing out, threatening to break the seams of his swimsuit if he were wearing one. Still hugging the wall, it was pressed
into the upward position and caught between the body and the wall. So far nobody had gotten even a glimpse of him below the shoulders.
This all changed when first Julieta and then Marilyn climbed the steps and jumped into the pool.

Davos slid back along the wall, continuing to grip the top with his hands. He didn't want any separation from the wall. The water in this pool
needs scooping to get some leaves and a couple recently drowned June bugs out, but the water quality was good for seeing. Nearly crystal
clear the water is, and Davos retreated as the two girls got nearer.

Both girls are giggling, keeping their two bodies together they slowly advance. There is only so much space Davos can retreat until there is
nowhere to go. It's obvious their intent is to get closer and get a look and what Davos is trying to hide.

This is interrupted when Mrs. Marple says, "You too, Silas. Get your butt into the pool. What are you waiting for, the fourth of July?"

"Okay, I'll go get my shorts on," Silas says, and he turns to walk to the house.

"That won't be necessary, Silas. You can take everything off here and now." Mrs. Marple sounded serious, not joking at all.

"Wait...what? You can't be serious. I told you I'm not comfortable like that."

"I remember your exact words. You said you felt uncomfortable being the only boy to be in a pool naked. Davos here is swimming naked,
so you won't be the only one. You have run out of excuses young man. Get those clothes off and get in. I'll go inside to get the sunscreen
lotion. You girls get out here and get your cousin undressed. But don't let him into the pool until I get him protected."

The two girls immediately moved back to the step stairs. A fresh round of giggles ensues as they jump out to stand next to their older cousin.
Mrs. Marple heads for the house.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," Marilyn says, and she holds out her hand. "Okay, off with it. I want to see those clothes in this hand."

[Themarble]

An older and younger boy for the girls to look and hopefully play with. I can't wait! Davos still has the protection of the pool but for how long? Wil davos say he already has lotion on him? Or will be try and run?

[NickTwisp]

This story is very well done and getting so interesting. The girls have apparently long wanted to see their older male cousin naked and now Davos's presence has presented that opportunity.

[TeenFan]

Saturday at the Lake
Chapter 6. No Chance of Getting Burned


Davos thought he must have slipped into the Twilight Zone. This was just too weird, too crazy. Not only did he get caught by relatives of
Miss Sandy the first time he tried to sneak a skinnydip in her swimming pool...the first time, how crazy is that...and now the tall teen guy
named Silas is being forced to take his clothes off. 'What is up with these people?' he thinks, wondering how any mom could allow their
youngish daughters to see guys with nothing on. How could an aunt force her nearly fully grown-up nephew get naked just because some
other dumb fuck (meaning Davos), is swimming naked in the pool. Why does one dude in the nude cause it to become two dudes in the nude?

With so many questions and no answers, Davos is amazed, totally stunned to see the fourteen year old Marilyn and the twelve year old Julieta
take charge of their much older male cousin. What kind of weird kinky family is this? Yep, another question that needs answering, but Davos
is nowhere close to the point of asking questions.

Mrs. Marple is in the house, supposedly looking for the sunscreen. Silas looks like a wounded animal caught in a trap. This trap is dressed in
scanty panties or tight as a second skin one piece swimsuit, but the girls wearing these outfits are eagerly awaiting the prize of having caught
their prey.

Silas takes off the shirt. He is fairly well tanned, or he might have some naturally darker skin. Silas hands the shirt to Marilyn who continues
to hold out her hand to receive the next article of clothing. Off go the blue jeans and into the girl's hand. All that remains are nice boxers
that are shiny rather than dull cotton. Is that imitation silk he has on? Nobody should be walking around with something that fancy rubbing
up against a pair of sweaty balls and sliding around a guy's ass. Maybe Silas secretly is a showoff, but up to now kept it hidden under his jeans.

"No! I'm not taking these off. You can't make me." Silas stands his ground, crosses arms across his chest.

It's understandable the reluctance, but Silas does sound a bit like a spoiled brat while saying that. Mrs. Marple steps out the back door. She
heads for the squabbling pair of cousins.

"Take that off"
"No I won't"
"You swim naked today. You said you had a fantasy about it"
"But not in front of you and Julieta I didn't"

The mom/aunt of the three cousins stops and she shakes her head. With all the ruckus they were making, Silas didn't hear her coming up
from behind. Hardly taking time to first break into a smile, Mrs. Marple grabs the back of the silky red and yellow form fitting boxers, and
she yanks them down to the ground.

Silas squeals, and he jumps, he jumps clear out of the boxers at his ankles.

Marilyn and Julieta squeal when they see their first glimpse of their older cousin's penis. The jump he made makes his penis flop up and down,
then when he stops moving his body it sways back and forth like a slippery snake.

The girls both must have been thinking the same thing, and so was Davos. 'Damn...that thing is fucking long!'

Swinging back and forth, Silas' dick must be at least four inches long and swinging because there is no hint of hardness and yet still thick around.
Silas is well over six feet tall, and perhaps tall boys like that have dicks that are damn good showers even before the growing begins. Silas
tries to cover up, but that is when his two friendly and adoring cousins step in to grab his arms.

"Come on. Leave me alone!" Silas struggled but not enough to potentially harm his smaller female companions.

"Now don't get so uptight," Mrs. Marple says as she uncaps a bottle of suntan lotion. "I'll do you rback, just the way you like it...but these girls
get to do the frontside."

Hanging onto an arm like a hound dog hangs onto a wounded hog during hunting season, both Marilyn and Julieta let out another hog like squeal.

With all the attention diverted elsewhere, Davos looks down at the ground at his shoes again. Maybe he could make a run for it. Davos takes
a couple steps up the ladder. All he has to do is get to the top and hop over, scoop up his shoes and run like a chicken with a fox behind him.
As his feet touch the top shelf, the one person facing his way tattles on him.

"Hey, he's trying to sneak out, the rotten bastard."

Why does the other guy who appears to be a victim here turn traitor and turn him in? Another stinking question with no answer. As soon as
Silas shouts the others turn their heads toward the pool. Davos jumps backward back down into the water.

"Don't worry son. We'll get to you soon. Don't get anxious." Mrs. Marple is an expert in southern comfort, very mannerly.

Somehow the calming down attempt didn't make Davos feel any better. He returns to gripping the wall and he watches the scene unfold before
his unbelieving eyes. While the arms are held by the two girls like they are prison guards, the mom does a thorough coating of lotion on her
nephew's backside. She slowly rubs the lotion onto his skin, rubbing it in like she is a masseuse or a hired hooker. As her hands get farther
down his body toward the rear end, the front side down under starts to stir. The two girls notice right away, looking down in awe as the snake
like appendage rises up as if listening to a flute. It makes a sudden jerk upward when those hands go to work on the muscular butt of the
very tall seventeen year old.

That guy's aunt bends down to coat the backside of the calves. While bent over it looks stunningly like the aunt was kissing Silas' ass...but that
had to be an optical illusion. Then the bottle of lotion is handed to Marilyn. By this time they've been staring at his growing erection with
great interest for a couple minutes. Once set free of the arms that held him, Silas looks down at his hardon with a disgusted expression. He
doesn't attempt to cover it. How could he? It's too long. It's too hard, and everyone has already seen everything. With a sigh of resignation
he lets his arms dangle at the sides.

Marilyn was generous with her little sister, pouring a small amount of lotion into Julieta's hand, then letting the little one pick her spot. The
young girl looked straight at the large dick pulsing in front of her...and she reaches up to coat the front of Silas' neck and chest. Both the
mom and older sister laughed at the remaining shyness the young one has about touching a big boy.

The apprehension Davos has grows by the minute, as the two girls eventually work their way over every inch of the front half of their cousin's
body. For some reason the penis and testicles need a double coating, each girl applying one coat. By the time this is done Silas has a face
that is looking like it got sunburned. His hips wiggle back and forth, and he seems to be trying not to squirm as if he's trying to prevent
something from happening. For Davos, the sight of seeing their small hands gripping and sliding up and down that long and impressively
thick shaft probably will never leave his mind. It's the perfect masturbation inspiration!

"Mom. He's got this sticky something bubbling out. What's wrong with Silas?"

The comment and question came from little Julieta. Mom snorts a laugh, then pulls the two girls away.

"Okay, enough lotion for you. You get your happy ass into that pool."

Mrs. Marple then turns her thoughts to dear Davos. "Since you are our guest, Davos, I'll let it be your choice to have sunscreen right now or
not. I can't force you since you ain't family."

'Oh, how nice of her,' Davos thinks to himself. 'No forced sunscreen, but they forced me to stay here and swim with them while naked. That
works out just fine.'

"I'll skip the sunscreen for now," Davos informs them. "I don't burn so easily."

The two girls quickly put sunscreen on themselves, getting it on quickly with the assistance of their mom. With the protection services
completed, Marilyn and Julieta climb into the pool. The older one casts a greedy eye at her cousin, while Julieta longing looks upon Davos
the cute stranger cowering in the corned...except this round pool has no corners.

"I want to see what he's got," the younger one declares as she swims closer to the nearly trembling young teen still gripping the side of the wall.