“I think you will really like Samantha when you meet her,” Eddie said to his son and daughter as they drove to his girlfriend’s house to spend a few weeks with her. It was a big step in his relationship and one he wanted to go really well because he had deep feelings for her.
“Is that why you have been dating her for six months and never thought to introduce us until now?” Vicky asked sarcastically.
“You don’t introduce me and dad to the assholes you date,” Scotty reminded his older sister. “Not that I’d want to meet any of those self-absorbed assholes.”
Eddie doted on Samantha. She wasn’t like anyone he had ever met before, and the last six months had been a whirlwind for the two of them.
“Look, whatever you do, just try to get along with her? She’s a single parent just like me, and she has kind of a quirky personality, but Sam is a lot of fun.”
“So, just don’t be ourselves and complain while we are there?” Scotty snickered playfully.
“Something like that,” Eddie smiled as he pulled into his girlfriend’s driveway.
“Alcock?” Scotty noticed the last name on the mailbox and immediately asked if Samantha liked all cock.
“I am sure Samantha has heard that joke before, so please don’t make it when we get inside.”
“Wait a minute. Samantha is a single parent?” Vicky suddenly realized that she attended school with someone with that last name. “Does she have a daughter named Tina Alcock?”
“Tuna Sub!” Scotty had heard of the cute blonde by reputation but never spoke with her. Tina Alcock was a legendary flirt and had a reputation for being promiscuous, but she didn’t hang out with freshman dorks like him.
“Yeah, that’s her nickname, I assume she likes Tuna,” Eddie admitted as he turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car with a shrug. Tina seemed to like him and that was enough for him.
“Her nickname spells Busta Nut backward,” Vicky warned him as she stepped out of the front passenger seat. Vicky had lost two of her boyfriends in the past over Tina’s flirting and she wasn’t a huge fan.
“What a funny coincidence,” Eddie shrugged again and went around to the back to retrieve his luggage.
“We are only going to be gone for two weeks. Did you really need to pack that many clothes?” Samantha stood in the doorway of her house and smiled.
Scotty was instantly stunned by her beauty. He was expecting someone in her fifties about his father’s age. Samantha Alcock was the quintessential blonde MILF. Her blue eyes twinkled with a trace of mischief, she had a face without wrinkles, and a perpetual mischievous grin on her face.
That wasn’t the first thing that he noticed. The first thing that Scotty noticed was the ski slope shaped titties that were concealed by the thin top his father’s girlfriend wore, and how her shorts hugged her hips. He could just make out the hint of camel toe between her legs as she walked over to help them with the luggage.
Samantha was a stunner, and Eddie was dating way out of his league. He was at least ten years her senior, wore black square frame glasses, cultivated a handlebar mustache curled up on the sides of his face, and a well-manicured gray beard.
Eddie’s girlfriend was a former stewardess, and she had a thing for the “school Professor” look and Eddie had that in spades. She’d been in the States long enough that she barely still had her Swedish accent.
“You must be Scotty? You look much more handsome than your father let on,” Samantha beamed at him and instantly took a shine to the nerdy young man. She thought nothing of hugging him close and barely noticed the erection that pressed against her thighs when she held him tightly.
It was a normal reaction for a young man as far as Samantha was concerned. Scotty on the other hand was smitten by the attractive older woman. Her nipples were stiff enough that he could feel them through his shirt and no matter how long that hug lasted, it would never have been enough for him.
Samantha blew his mind when she planted a harmlessly platonic kiss on his lips before releasing him. The taste of her waxy lipstick, and the hint of her perfume made his hormones flutter like a swarm of angry bees with no place to go.
“Uh, thank you,” Scotty muttered when she released him. His face was red and it was pretty obvious from his limp to his father and sister that he had a boner in his jeans.
Eddie had been young once. He totally understood the reaction.
Vicky rolled her eyes in disgust when she realized her little brother had a hard-on.
“You must be Vicky!” Samantha flung her arms open wide to hug the dark haired cutie. Vicky Davis was a cheerleader at the local school, with a decent rack and a nice body, and she liked to show it off in certain circumstances, but this was not one of them.
Vicky tried to avoid the oncoming hug, but that was not possible with Samantha. “Consent is very important, my dear. But in this house, hugs and kisses are mandatory. No one comes in or out without getting one.”
Vicky wiped the quick kiss that Samantha had planted on her lips off when she was finally released. She too had felt the woman’s stiff nipples against her chest, but she only assumed it was why her daughter Tina was such a flirt.
“Alan, Anise, Tuna, come help our house guests with their luggage,” Samantha saved her final hug and kiss for Eddie. It was far more passionate and intimate. Samantha saw nothing wrong with public displays of affection, even on her front lawn.
Tina Alcock walked out of the house wearing a long beige Nirvana t-shirt featuring Kurt Cobain’s face. Samantha’s eldest daughter was her doppelganger only 20 years younger. Tina’s tits were smaller but sloped just like her mother. She had the same adorable face, blonde hair and blue eyes as her mother.
Tina had a devil-may-care look on her face as she strutted outside barefoot. Scotty assumed she didn’t have anything on under the long shirt and he was correct. He couldn’t see anything other than the outline of the girl’s fantastic perky tits, but it excited him to think that he’d be spending two weeks with a hot older girl that was so daring.
Scotty’s mother and older sister were far more reluctant and modest about their bodies, and he assumed most women were the same. Tina introduced herself as Tuna Sub without making a big deal out of it.
Tina hefted his bag and smiled as if she recognized him from school. He had never spoken to her and had only seen her sitting at the popular table or at football games with the popular guys.
Rumors about her sexual appetites were legendary, and he hoped they were even half truthful.
Anise and her twin brother Alan walked out together, smiling and playing around with one another. Analise wore a long shirt like her older sister and was barefoot. Alan wore shorts and a tank top, but was also barefoot.
They both had short blonde hair, freckles dappled across their noses, blue eyes with the same mischievous twinkle and smirk shared by their older sister and mom.
“This is Analise, but we call her Annie or Anise for short,” Samantha kissed her youngest daughter on the top of her head affectionately.
“You can call my sister Anus,” Alan snickered as Anise blushed and punched him in his shoulder.
“This little monkey,” Samantha playfully tickled her son over his tank top, “Was the only man in my life until I met your father.”
Alan introduced himself as she lovingly kissed him on the top of his closely cropped blonde hair.
Scotty was a bit of a runt for his age, and Alan and Anise were tall for their age, so they looked about the same size. Alan was athletic, handsome, affable and a bit of a scamp.
His twin sister was identical in the face, except instead of a crew cut, she wore her blonde hair in a swept-over pixie cut. The avowed tom-boy was starting to develop noticeable tits, and hips but she still loved skateboarding, surfing, rough housing and wrestling just like her brother.
“Take Eddie’s stuff to my room, Vicky will bunk with Tuna, and Scotty, I hope that you don’t mind sharing a room with Alan and Anise?”
Scotty was surprised that he would have to share a room at all. He was doubly shocked that he’d be sharing it with a girl about his age.
Vicky was offended she wasn’t even offered a choice in the matter. She didn’t get a chance to register her complaint because Tuna spoke up first.
“Come on roomie, this is going to be fantastic!!” Tina grabbed Vicky’s hand with genuine enthusiasm that surprised Vicky. She assumed Tuna was going to be stuck up and angry she had to share a room, but Tuna was thrilled.
They were already in motion to go down the hallway of their small house, when Samantha stopped them.
“Hold on, before you go off to your Hobbit Holes, I want you to change into your swimsuits. We are going to the beach!”
Tuna, Alan and Anise were overjoyed, but Vicky and Scotty weren’t as thrilled about it. Scotty in particular because he was skin and bones and burned easily.
Eddie glanced at the two of them, and they both remembered how much Samantha meant to their father and their discussion about trying to get along. Eddie hadn’t dated after the divorce with their mother for many years, even though his ex-wife had moved on.
They could tell he doted on this woman and given Samantha’s natural beauty and charm, the pair could see why. They didn’t complain.
Tuna removed her long shirt as soon as she got into her room without closing the door. She was completely naked, and Vicky was instantly envious of how tight Tuna’s body was. The first thing that Vicky did was shut the door. “Aren’t you worried that my dad or my brother will see you?”
“Why? I don’t have anything between my legs that they haven’t seen before, do you?” Tuna smiled. There was just a trace of her mother’s Swedish accent in her voice. She bent over without a thought for her own modesty and began to rifle through a drawer for a bikini.
Vicky could see the girl’s pretty pink puckered asshole, and pussy lips. “Yeah, they know what you have between your legs, but you don’t have to show them.”
“It’s just skin, Vicky. Do you have a suit that you can wear to the beach?”
“Yeah,” Vicky started digging around for the modest two-piece bikini she had brought with her. It was summertime and the Alcocks lived in a small three bedroom duplex only a few miles from the beach.
Vicky stripped down to her panties and bra, after getting it out of her luggage.
“Oh come on, that looks like something from the 1950s,” Tuna laughed when she saw the modest bikini top and bottoms that Vicky intended to wear. “You are too hot to wear something that boring. I have an extra suit you can wear. This is one of my favorite slingshots.”
Vicky wasn’t a complete bitch. She softened a little when Tuna told her she was hot. “Do you remember fucking Billy Connors, and Tad Spinks?” she asked as she took the suit and examined what appeared to her to consist of nothing but straps.
“Hmm, not really?” Tuna tugged on a bikini top that barely covered her nipples. “Can you tie me up in the back?” she asked as she lifted her blonde hair up and presented her sexy back to Vicky.
“Oh, I’ll tie you up in the back,” Vicky mused as she pictured actually tying up her rival.
“Ooh promises, promises,” Tuna laughed playfully because she fully picked up on the tone of Vicky’s voice, but not why she might be angry. “Why do you ask about those guys, anyway?”
“They were my boyfriends, and you fucked both of them,” Vicky explained as she tied the bikini top very tightly.
“I don’t think so,” Tuna tried to remember them. “A lot of guys say they fucked me to impress each other. I wish I got as much dick as people think that I do.”
“I think you could have any guy you wanted to at Sheldon Academy,” Vicky admitted.
“Thank you, Sis!” Tuna looked conspiratorially over her shoulder at Vicky with a warm smirk. Vicky was shocked by how friendly Tuna actually was. She had assumed she was stand-offish. “Why worry about two losers who told you they boned me? You could also shimmy that cute little ass of yours and sit on any cock you wanted.”
Vicky didn’t think that was true. She knew she was good looking, but she wasn’t Tina Alcock level hot. She was flattered, but she wanted to clarify. “I want a relationship and someone that respects me. I don’t want to sit on dicks.”
“I doubt any guy our age is capable of relationships or respect, and why not both?” Tina shimmied into a T-bar thong that barely covered her bald pussy and rode up her ass crack.
Vicky had a hard time arguing with that sentiment. “Most guys are lacking in emotional maturity,” she admitted as she started to undress.
“They are lacking in every type of maturity, but cock is cock,” Tuna smiled and turned around to look at Vicky’s body. Vicky had decent natural tits, one was a little bigger than the other and a nice bubble butt. She had a few freckles and moles but was quite attractive.
“Look at this bush,” Tuna reached down and abruptly stroked a tuft of Vicky’s pubic hair. Vicky was shocked but it was too late to stop her. “You should probably shave this before putting that suit on or your pussy hairs will be sticking out everywhere.”
“I trim my bush, but I don’t shave it all off,” Vicky admitted as she removed Tuna’s hand from her pussy.
“My mom will probably want you to shave it off, anyway,” Tuna took her hand and led Vicky down the hallway to the single bathroom that they all shared.
“Let me put on some clothes,” Vicky said as she turned beet red and tried to cover her nudity.
“Stop being silly,” Tuna assured Vicky that it was not a big deal. The bathroom was only a few steps down the hallway.
Samantha was down on her knees in her own bedroom, masterfully sucking Eddie’s dick. Eddie stroked his girlfriend’s blonde hair, and tried to hold out just to enjoy the incredible feeling of Samantha’s tongue, tonsils and throat working in tandem to get him off.
Alan and Anise shared a room across from the bathroom but none of them noticed Vicky’s naked dash to the bathroom. Alan and Anise had left the door open when they walked in as they always did. The room was spartan, with a small closet, a single bed, a television with a video game console, and some books and toys on the wall.
Alan immediately began to strip out of his shorts and tank top and Anise pulled her long shirt over her head. Scotty couldn’t believe how casually Anise had stripped down to just a pair of thin, cotton white panties with strawberries on them.
The pair had changed this way in front of each other since they were little, and neither of them was self-conscious about it, but Scotty was shocked.
“Are you going to goof on my panties?” Anise asked him when she noticed he was staring at her. Scotty was looking at her puffy nipples and perky boobs, and hadn’t even made it to the tight little panties she had on.
“Anus is such a dork,” Alan was already naked. His hairless flaccid dick swung between his legs as he grabbed the waistband of his sister’s panties and yanked them down around her ankles.
“You can’t spell Anal without ALAN,” Anise countered by teasing him that his name was an anagram for the word anal. The pair joked like that all the time.
All Scotty could do was look at the incredible, well-tanned bubble butt on Anise and wonder how she could be so calm about basically being naked in front of him.
“Stop looking at my butt,” Anise placed her hands over her butt cheeks when she noticed that Scotty was gawking, and didn’t try to recover her panties.
“He can’t help looking at your fart maker! It’s so huge, it looks like two beach balls,” Alan tried to spank his sister playfully with the palm of his hands but she batted him away.
“Quit, Alan!” Anise chided him and turned to Scotty with a disapproving look. “It’s going to be two doinks against one girl, isn’t it?”
Scotty wasn’t sure how to respond to that.
“Of course it is, butt sniffer!” Alan goosed his twin sister with two fingers between her legs and she gasped while trying to bend and twist out of the way. “Tickle Time!”
“No, not tickle time!!” Anise demanded, but something in her protest sounded like she found it amusing when her brother tackled her on the bed and began tickling her sides mercilessly. “AH!!! Hah-ahah! Nooooooo!”
In no time, Alan had his sister pinned under him, panties around her ankles, with his dick flopping on her back but nothing about the tickling seemed sexual at all. Alan quickly dominated his sister and began to tease her for being so ticklish. “Get in here, Bud! Tickle her feet!!!”
“No, no, not my feet, Dammit, Hey!!” Anise couldn’t catch her breath as she kicked her feet and bucked to try to avoid letting her brother get the upper hand and tickle those as well. This was a game they played frequently and Alan usually tickled his sister until she was sweating and her ribs were heaving from the hysterical laughter.
No part of her body was off-limits and out of bounds, but other than a few twists of her nipples, and some slaps to the butt as he flipped his sister over onto her belly when she managed to worm her way out of Alan’s grasp, it was completely platonic.
Scotty had no idea if it was an unspoken rule that he never touched his sister’s hairless pussy, but there were plenty of other parts of his twin’s body that Alan invaded without restraint.
Anise’s underarms, and ribs were constant buttons to press that made her laugh, and managing to tickle those while pinning her under his weight while snagging the bottoms of her flailing feet to tickle those seemed to be the overall objective.
Her staccato laughter reminded Scotty of a machine gun firing a constant stream of bursts once it got going. He felt a little guilty that he was initially excited to see a naked girl thrashing around on the bed, because of how wholesome the tickle fight was.
Anise tried to fight back, but it was largely one-sided because Alan would simply grab her wrists, pin her on her back and make her slap her own face. “Why do you slap yourself, Anus! You seem slap happy!”
Alan’s cock rested on top of her belly, but never got hard. He used his knees to hold her legs down and held both of his sister’s wrists with one hand, while using his other to squeeze the cheeks on her face.
“Repeat after me!”
“No! Never!!” Anise was still laughing while Alan dug his elbows into her ribs and laid down so that he could blow a raspberry on his sister’s tiny tits. “Ahhh! Not on the boobies!!”
“These are boobies? They look more like ant hills! What do you think Scotty?” Alan looked over his shoulder at Scotty. He was standing there politely stunned and mesmerized by the spectacle.
Little did he know, that at the same time his older sister was in the bathroom while Tuna shaved her pussy with an electric razor. “I can give you a proper shave when we get home from the beach if you want,” Tuna offered with a playful slap to Vicky’s mostly hairless pussy.
“I can shave it myself,” Vicky frowned. She couldn’t believe how easily she had allowed Tuna to remove her pubic hair. She admired the stubble in the mirror.
“Yeah, you can diddle your clit yourself too, but when someone offers to lick it for you, are you going to refuse?” Tuna slapped the naked girl’s bare butt lightly.
“I don't swing that way,” Vicky assured her new roommate that she had no interest in girls.
“Cock is cock, and a tongue is a tongue, I’ll never say no to a little tongue action. Girl or guy,” she admitted.
“I can afford to be a little selective about who I invite to do that,” Vicky shrugged and assumed that Tuna was being facetious.
“Suit yourself, but open offer, roomie. If you want me to sit on your face, I’m game.”
“What in the dickens is going on in here?” Samantha’s voice cut through Vicky and Tuna like a knife, but she wasn’t talking to them. The bathroom door was shut.
Tuna’s mom stood in the doorway of Alan and Anise’s room, with Eddie behind her. Eddie knew that his girlfriend’s family had a different view on clothes, so it didn’t shock him to see Alan on top of Anise. Her eyes were as red as her ribs, and she was still trying to catch her breath.
Samantha wore a fairly skimpy bikini, but hardly as small as the one Tuna wore. Eddie had on his long blue Corona swimming trunks. She placed her hands on her hips and scowled.
“Sorry, Mom! I was just tickling my Anus,” Alan smacked his sister’s butt hard once before getting off her without attempting to cover his still flaccid cock.
“OWIE! You can KISS my anus,” Anise glared at her twin as she rubbed her rump and stood up completely naked without trying to hide her nudity from her mom, Eddie or Scotty.
“Scotty, I hope your father warned you that my kids like to play around and joke before you came over?”
Eddie hadn’t said anything about it. He had hung out with Samantha’s family plenty of times, and it had taken them a little while to reveal how they felt about nudity. “No, nothing wrong with a little joking around, I am sure Scotty doesn’t mind.”
Scotty wasn’t sure what to think. The bulge in his jeans was profoundly throbbing.
“I am going to stand right here and make sure you three stop horsing around and get your suits on,” Samantha insisted.
Alan bent over without too much thought about showing his ass to his mom and her boyfriend. He grabbed a pair of orange swimming trunks that came down to just above his knee from the drawer.
Anise selected a yellow bikini with purple polka dots from her drawer. “I hate this bikini. I look like such a dork. I want swimming trunks like Alan wears.”
“Boys need swimming trunks so their dicks can hang down their thighs,” Samantha explained pragmatically. “As long as you have a little slit in the front and the back, all you need are bottoms like your sister and me.”
Anise stuck her tongue out at her brother and started to put her suit on.
“You can always go to the beach buck naked, if you’d rather,” Samantha assured her daughter. “It wasn’t that long ago that you graduated to bikini bottoms, and you barely need a top.”
Anise stuck her tongue out at her mother.
“You keep sticking that tongue out and one day someone is going to show you how to use it,” She warned her daughter playfully. “Scotty? Did you not bring a suit?” she turned her attention to Eddie’s son when she noticed him dawdling.
“You can wear one of mine,” Alan tossed a pair of swimming trunks at Scotty that hit him in the face and bounced off.
“I have them, I am just not used to changing in front of other people.”
Anise and Alan laughed as if this were a joke, but realized very quickly he was serious. “Dude, just change. No one is going to be amazed by your wiener,” Alan advised.
It took all of Scotty’s courage to take his shirt off. He was bony and his chest was as hairless as Alan’s chest. Samantha barely noticed until Scotty shimmied out of his jeans.
“Skidmarks,” Samantha noted that Alan and Anise had a problem with the same thing. Scotty blushed even harder and wriggled out of his underwear.
“JESUS CHRIST, LOOK AT THAT FUCKING PYTHON!!!” Alan shouted as if his life were in imminent danger when he looked down at Scotty’s dick.
Anise looked impressed and flashed him a wry grin of approval as Scotty cupped his boner and apologized. “Your dad lets you have pubes?” she was more impressed that Scotty had reddish curly pubes.
She had never seen a dick as big as his, but Anise hadn’t seen many cocks in her life outside of Eddie and Alan’s pricks.
“There is no reason for you to make Scotty feel self-conscious about the size of his dick,” Samantha assumed that her son had been sarcastic about Scotty’s dick size. He was way too scrawny to have a python swinging between his legs. “I don’t allow them to have pubic hair because I don’t want them to grow up too fast and it gets sweaty and yucky,” Samantha was about to explain her policy when she caught a glimpse of Scotty’s fully erect penis.
“Wow, you certainly do have a whopper,” Samantha admired his hard dick as Scotty quickly got dressed. “You are going to make some young lady quite happy one day.”
Scotty blushed. He had no idea that his dick was impressive. Even though he looked at a lot of porn, he’d assumed he was simply average because most of the guys in porn had cocks the same size as his.
“He gets that from me,” Eddie preened. He did not in fact get it from his father. Eddie had a normal sized cock, but that was his sense of humor.
“I can’t do much about it,” Scotty blushed as he tucked it upward in his swimming trunks. The tip of the head was stuck in the waistband so that his boner didn’t stick out.
“Can’t do much about what?” Tuna stood behind her mother and Eddie and looked in the room just in time to catch Scotty pulling his swimming trunks up.
“Scotty has a big pecker,” Anise shrugged.
“Oh cool, I want to see,” Tuna sounded excited, but Scotty assumed she was being sarcastic.
“You can compare what each other have between your legs later. Suns out, Buns out!” Samantha insisted that they get into the car and head to the beach right away.
“Any shit is out, all the clits are out,” Tuna offered a goofy retort to her mother while they grabbed the cooler, umbrella, towels and suntan lotion for the beach.
Eddie was a little shocked that his daughter had been willing to wear a very skimpy slingshot one piece swimsuit to the beach. Vicky looked like she didn’t mind, but she was absolutely mortified.
Even though Tuna wore a thong, Vicky felt even more exposed because she had the same kind of thong riding up her ass that Tuna did. The straps of the top felt like they were going to pop off at any moment and expose her nipples.
Vicky pretended it was fine because she knew how happy her father was, but she felt more than naked in the suit.
Once Eddie’s car was loaded up, Samantha took the front passenger’s seat where Vicky normally sat. She sat down without a towel, making Vicky wonder how much ass sweat and sand would be there after they got back.
“There isn’t enough room for us in the back,” Vicky observed.
“I guess you’ll have to walk,” Samantha teased dismissively. “Boys on windows, and one girl gets the hump, and two of you can sit on their laps.”
Samantha didn’t care who sat where, nor did she think much about it when she sat down and began to make sweet eyes at Eddie. She adored him as much as he adored her and Samantha felt like meeting Scotty and Vicky was a big step in their relationship.
Scotty was terrified. His dick was still swollen hard and he had never had a girl sit on his lap.
“Tuna Whale can hump the hump seat!” Alan audaciously teased his older sister with a nickname that didn’t fit his curvy sister’s body type.
“Fuck that, I am the oldest, Anus should hump the humpity hump!” Analise stood in the doorway next to her brother and stuck her bubble butt in his face as a punishment.
“Stop farting in my face, fat ass,” Alan smacked his older sister’s incredibly sexy butt so hard that it jiggled.
“OW! You butthole!!” Tuna complained.
“I don’t care which of you girls sits in the middle, but I don't want to hear any complaints, or we can go back inside the house and bring some bars of soap for each of you to suck on during the ride,” Samantha assured them.
Tuna sat down on Alan’s lap without a second thought. Tina started to scoot over Scotty’s lap on the other side of the car to get into the middle. Her cute little bronzed butt brushed his jeans without touching his cock and he thought he might spurt on himself.
“Hold up, I don't want to sit on my brother’s lap,” Vicky announced. She had never sat on any guy’s lap and she didn’t want the first time to be her brother. She had no idea he had a hard-on, or how big his cock was, either.
“Do you want the hump seat?” Anise offered. She hated sitting in the middle in the back but usually ended up there when her mother drove the three of them some place.
“Sure,” Vicky offered to trade places. Samantha and Tuna were both confused by her willingness to trade because it was the most uncomfortable spot in the car from their perspective, but neither said anything about it.
They assumed Vicky was just being polite.
Anise had to scoot back over Scotty’s lap again, and this time she even apologized to him as she did. Vicky glared at him as she carefully lifted her bottom over his lap.
She shuddered when she realized she might have brushed his cock through his swimming trunks as she positioned herself in the hump seat. Once she was positioned in the center, Vicky opened her legs to force Scotty and Alan to give her more space.
Anise sat down on Scotty’s lap without thinking much about the fat cock she was sitting on. The tip was pushed up in his waistband, so to her it felt like sitting on someone’s wrist. She couldn’t feel Scotty’s dick throbbing underneath her through the material.
Eddie backed up and flipped on the radio. Journey’s ‘Anyway You Want It’ started playing. “Hey, we're all going to get laid!!” Eddie quoted a line from the classic Caddyshack movie that only Scotty and Anise got.
“Rodney Dangerfield,” Anise giggled and as she did, her hips bounced up and down on Scotty. It was equally fantastic and torture for him. He wanted to enjoy it but he felt so guilty that he couldn’t let himself just relax and accept it. Scotty remained tense and aloof while keeping his hands at his sides.
“That’s right! Most people never get my jokes,” Eddie smiled. He loved telling Dad jokes and had a raunchy sense of humor that Samantha loved.
“I liked when that guy threw the Butterfinger in the pool, and everybody thought it was poo-poo!!” Analise’s face lit up brightly with amusement as she bounced up and down without a second thought. She had sat on Alan and other laps before and never thought of it as sexual.
“Don’t say poo-poo, say turd, you turd,” Alan teased playfully.
“If I were sitting on YOUR lap, I’d show you a turd!!” Anise joked that she’d shit on her brother’s lap. She obviously didn’t mean it.
“Let’s stick a Butterfinger up your ass when we get to the beach and you can poop in the water to scare everyone away.”
“Your face will scare everyone away,” Anise assured him. Eddie was used to the way they teased one another and he knew that they meant nothing by it. Samantha’s family loved each other deeply and this was just the way they joked around.
“Am I going to have to ask Eddie to pull over so I can spank your bottom and get you a bar of soap, Anise?” Samantha asked. Samantha was very loving but firm when she asked the question.
“No, Ma’am,” Analise blushed. She reached down and without thinking about it, pulled Scotty’s hands up to her waist after the car accelerated at a light. “Hold on to me, please. I am not wearing a seatbelt.”
Scotty was all too happy to oblige. The cute girl was resting her butt cheeks on his swimming trunks. She wasn’t aware she was balancing the crack of her ass on top of his hard dick. Scotty assumed Anise knew what she was doing and didn’t mind sitting on his dick for some reason.
Once his fingers touched her warm bare skin around the bare flesh on her hips, he felt even more excited. It wasn’t an erogenous zone, but it was a new experience for him.
They continued through another light and were almost to the beach. Alan had been planning to untie Tuna’s bottoms once they got to the parking lot. He had kept his fingers on the tied knots on the sides of his older sister’s bikini bottoms waiting for the moment they stopped.
Eddie had to struggle to find a spot. The sun was shining, with only a few clouds in the sky. The smell of salt was in the air, as seagulls danced above the cars in the crowded parking lot. The car bounced a few times over cracks in the pavement, but the girls didn’t make a big deal of it even though their tits bounced while their asses wobbled on the guys.
“Mom, how come Alan never has to suck on soap?”
“Boys will be boys, dear. You can’t hold them to the same standard as girls,” Samantha explained to Anise while Eddie parked the car. “Girls and guys have different expectations. You are expected to wear a top to the beach. Would you expect Eddie, Alan and Scotty to wear a bikini top?”
“No, but they don’t have boobies.” Anise countered.
“Neither do you,” Alan laughed.
“I have tits! Just not big ones,” Analise pouted and blushed.
“Until yours sprout, you really don’t need a top,” Samantha assured her that it was as silly as a dog or a baby wearing a suit.
“Can I take my top off?” Anise asked.
“I don’t mind, you never wore one last year. As long as you don’t mind a few older people complaining,” her mother shrugged.
“Cool,” Analise leaned forward, and requested Scotty untie the bikini top she was wearing.
“You also can’t complain if perverts stare at your tits,” Tuna reminded her little sister.
“Why would they stare if I barely have tits?” Anise waited for Scotty to untie her bikini top. Scotty started fidgeting with it nervously, hoping that his cock didn’t explode on his stomach.
“Some guys like itty-bitty-titties like yours,” Samantha explained.
“That’s dumb,” Anise decided as she allowed Scotty to remove her bikini top. “Guys can basically see your boobs hanging out, I don’t get what the big deal is,” she said as she touched her boobs. “I’d rather wear swimming trunks like a dude and no top.”
“How about no bottoms,” Alan snickered as he pulled the bikini draw strings of his older sister loose and yanked her bikini bottoms up and down her legs. “Squeaky clean!!!”
“HEY!!!” Tuna reached down between her legs and tried to stop her brother from pulling the bikini bottoms back and forth between her legs.
“Untie Anise’s bottoms and floss her butt, Scotty!” Alan shouted encouragement to Scotty. Scotty was no stranger to wedgies at school but he’d never given one to anyone, and had no intention of doing that to Anise.
“No!!” Anise immediately clamped her hands on the ties of her bikini bottoms, and blushed. She expected Scotty would yank her bottoms off and do that to her and was shocked when he hadn’t seized the opportunity.
“Quit flossing your older sister’s ass, Alan,” Samantha frowned. She was secretly amused that her eldest daughter was fidgeting and gasping with a humiliated expression as she wriggled and tried to wrestle the tiny pair of bottoms away from her little brother. This wasn’t the first time he had flossed either of his sisters.
Vicky couldn’t believe one of the prettiest girls in her school was allowing her little brother to yank her swimsuit back and forth in her crotch. There were guys at her school who’d fight one another or pay money to suck on Tuna’s dirty thong and here she was writhing around begging him to stop.
Scotty opened the door on his side of the car, and Analise stepped out of the car while holding her bikini bottoms protectively. She was completely topless and barefoot and that blew Scotty’s mind.
“Get out, dork,” Vicky warned her brother.
“Vicky, I will cut you some leeway, but you are a guest in our house. I expect you to follow the same rules all the girls in the house follow, okay?”
Scotty was already out of the car, but Vicky was confused and remained seated and dumbfounded by the double standard. Samantha didn’t seem like an old-fashioned type. If anything, she seemed incredibly open minded, and it confused Vicky that she held girls to different rules.
“Alan is butt flossing his older sister, and I am not allowed to say anything to my little brother?”
Alan stopped flossing his older sister and helped her to tie the bottoms back on. Tuna thanked him and didn’t retaliate or even seem all that angry. It was almost as if she expected it like a prank.
“You can horse around and tease the guys, but I will not tolerate rudeness to the men in the car. Sharp tongues and sour attitudes can be dulled and sweetened with soap, just like dirty minds and dirty butts can be cleaned with it. This is a glorious day, and we can all have fun as long as everyone understands the boundaries. At home, I usually tolerate a little more tongue wiggling and eye rolling but I am going to hold you to the same standards as the other girls in the car.”
Vicky was furious, but she kept herself at a calm simmering anger and didn’t lash out. Her mother could be strict, but she didn’t have different rules for her brother than she did her.
Scotty couldn’t believe that Anise was standing outside of the car without her top, but her only concern seemed to be how hot the pavement was. She kept hopping from one foot to the other, so she didn’t burn the bottoms of her feet.
“Alan was being a pest, but his sister handled it without pitching too much of a bitch. It was just a playful little game, and Tuna is no worse for the wear. Are you, sweetie?”
“My butthole is a little chafed, but no harm, no foul,” Tuna shrugged as she stepped out of the car onto the hot pavement.
“I am sure a little suntan lotion will make it feel all better,” Samantha assured her eldest lovingly as Tuna hopped from foot to foot. “If you start snapping at the guys and being a brat, it just makes the guys want to tease you more and sets a bad example. So, let’s have a fun day, okay?”
Vicky gripped the edge of the seat, her teeth clenched so hard her jaw ached while she weighed the insult against the sight of her father’s desperate, pleading eyes in the rearview mirror. She swallowed the fire in her throat and reached for the door handle. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl,” Samantha beamed as she stepped out onto the hot pavement with her bare feet. “Now grab that big canvas tote under your feet and let’s get down to the water before all the good umbrella spots are gone.”
Vicky felt like she had been patronized but she tried not to let it bother her. She had on flip-flops, but the other women didn’t. Even Samantha wasn’t wearing sandals.
“Shit, this pavement is hotter than your grandma Morgan’s chili,” Samantha lamented the hot ground as she hopped from foot to foot with her daughters. She hopped from foot to foot over to the back of Eddie’s car while he they waited for him to unlock the trunk.
“Um, Mrs. Alcock,” Scotty politely addressed Samantha as he saw her wince and hop to keep her feet from burning. “You can wear my sandals if you want.”
Aww, aren't you just the sweetest thing?” Samantha beamed, her face lighting up with genuine warmth as she reached over and gave Scotty’s arm an affectionate squeeze. “You call me Samantha, sweetie-pie. ‘Mrs. Alcock’ sounds so stuffy, and we don't have any airs in this family. Now you keep those big shoes right on your own feet. You’re such a gentleman to offer, but then your feet would burn and we can’t have that,” she kissed him on the head just like she would her own son or daughter.
“Besides, honey, girls don’t need sandals at the beach. They look terrible, and we just need to toughen up our feet. Once we are on the sugar sand, we’ll be fine.”
Tuna and Anise didn’t argue or seem perturbed because they had grown up with that rationale. “Just hurry up,” Anise hopped up and down.
“Ha-hah, you look like you have to go pee.” Alan grabbed his twin’s bikini bottoms, pulled them back and let the elastic snap on her waist. “Thwack!”
“Hey, why did you do that?” she harumphed.
“Because you aren’t wearing a top and I couldn’t snap your bikini top,” Alan laughed. His sister didn’t retaliate. She only pouted and continued to hop on the balls of her feet to avoid the sizzling pavement.
“Why do you just let him do that to you?” Vicky asked her. She stared at Anise in disbelief. “Smack him back. You’re just standing there letting him snap your suit like you’re his personal toy.”
“If she smacks me, Mom gives her a mouthful of Dawn dish soap,” Alan grinned. He gave his sister’s waistband another light tug but didn’t snap it. “Besides, if she doesn’t want her bottoms snapped, she can always leave them in the trunk next to her top.”
“Don’t you go giving your sister ideas, Alan,” Samantha said mildly, though she didn’t sound particularly bothered as she watched Eddie finally pop the latch on the trunk. “Boys have been teasing their sisters since the ice age, Vicky. A little snap is not a big deal.”
Vicky wanted to ask why she’d wash a girl’s mouth out with soap for doing it then, but she was directed to help lug the heavy cooler and umbrella with Tuna Sub.
“Anise, you grab the beach chairs, and I’ll bring the snacks and lotion.”
“I can carry some things, sweetheart,” Eddie offered to his beautiful girlfriend. He knew she wasn’t likely to take him up on his offer, she never did.
“Eddie, I didn’t say anything when you insisted on bringing in your own luggage, but let us take care of you. You and the guys can go scout ahead and find us a good spot. You are here to relax. We got this,” Samantha offered lovingly as she struggled with the heavy beach stuff.
Eddie was used to Samantha spoiling him like this, but it made him feel guilty not to help. He kissed her on the cheek and told her she was too good to him.
“Then you should kiss me on my lips, not my cheek, baby.” Samantha puckered up, and Eddie obliged with a loving, passionate kiss while his son and Alan walked around the sides of the procession of women carrying their stuff like two caravan guards protecting their pack mules.
“If you are handing out kisses like candy for hard work, I’ll take one on my butt,” Anise teased Eddie with a grin as she struggled to balance the chairs and keep up with the others.
“Line up, Sis! I’ll take a kiss on my scalded feet,” Tuna joked while hurrying as quickly as she could with the cooler. She was forced to go slow by Vicky’s slower pace.
“Any other boo-boos you want my man to kiss while you girls are offering?” Samantha grinned wantonly. There was something playful yet sexy about how easily Samantha could make something seem tawdry and wholesome at the same time.
“Oh, I’ve got a number of boo-boos anyone can kiss, anytime, anywhere, anyway they want,” Tuna made her desires sound just as tawdry but hardly as wholesome.
“Aww, aren’t you two just precious with your little laundry list of aches and pains,” Samantha cooed sweetly. She glanced over her bare shoulder with a radiant, doting smile at her daughters. “There are plenty of nice men here who would happily plant one on your puckers if you ask nicely.”
“Ha-hah, not if they knew what came out of mine,” Analise laughed at the very notion of a guy being interested in her butthole.
“You’ve got the same sweat and stink all girls have between their legs, dear,” Samantha assured her before reminding her to straighten her back and lift with her knees.
“Shoulders back, chins up, carrying that heavy ice is doing absolute wonders for your posture, darlings. You two are doing such a wonderful job making things easy for the men, and Mommy is so proud of you both. Now keep those precious little toes moving before the sand flies beat us to the good umbrella spot!”
Vicky was shocked that the girls did just that. Tuna even glanced over at Vicky as if to suggest she do the same thing, and Vicky straightened her back without thinking about it.
“There is a good spot over there without a lot of people, Alan. Why don’t you and Scotty dash over there and plant a flag in the sand to claim it for us?” Samantha nodded in the direction of a perfect open section of beach.
“Alright Mom,” Alan enthusiastically suggested a white flag and before Samantha could look down at her white bikini bottoms, he had already run up behind her and yanked them up her butt crack in a tight wedgie.
“You are going to make me drop this stuff, Alan!!”
“Next time wear the kind that tie on the side,” Alan yanked her bikini bottoms down her butt crack and back up again.
“Shoulders back, chin up, Mom,” Tuna grinned as she watched her mother stumble as Alan jerked her bottoms down and back up her crack. She didn’t want to drop the heavy things she was carrying in the sand as she struggled to keep her balance.
“Yeah, it’s just a snap. You’ll be no worse for the wear, Mom!” Analise giggled as she watched Alan wedgie his mom mercilessly.
Eddie wasn’t shocked, but Scotty and Vicky were both surprised by Alan’s audacity. It was one thing to snap a bikini strap, but neither of them could imagine giving their own mom a wedgie.
Alan wasn’t done, but Vicky dropped her end of the cooler in the sand to try to stop him. Alan unsnapped Samantha’s bikini bottoms, leaving her hairless pussy in full view and shouted, “White flag!! Surrender! I surrender!” as he dashed toward the spot his mother had identified earlier.
“You little monkey-butt!! Give those back!!!”
Samantha did not drop a single item. She wobbled on the soft sand and blushed while continuing to make her way toward where he was hopping up and down triumphantly. Hardly anyone noticed the theft of her bikini bottoms, and even if they had, she was carrying enough heavy stuff that they wouldn’t notice unless they were right up on her.
“Hey!!” Tuna shouted when Vicky dropped the cooler on her foot and gave chase to Alan.
“Dammit, I like that suit.” Samantha was perturbed but not furious, and that puzzled Scotty. He tried not to look at her ass crack while he walked alongside them and watched Alan playfully rib his mom by waving her bottoms like a flag of victory.
She was shocked that Vicky chose to dash after him. “You’ll never catch him,” Samantha warned, but Vicky had enough.
Vicky was fast, but sprinting through soft dunes in a skimpy slingshot bikini was a disaster. Every stride made the thin fabric shift. By the time she covered twenty yards, the shoulder straps were sliding down her arms and the back of the thong had worked its way so deep into her crack that it was practically sawing her in half. Her flip-flops flew off as she ran toward him, with her tits boing-boinging out of the sides.
“That’s why girls don’t need flip-flops,” Samantha snickered as she watched Alan dash away like a squirrel leading a dog around the yard in a game of chase that he knew he couldn’t lose.
Vicky kept pushing her tits back into the swimsuit and running after him while he ran circles around her. Alan was very fit, and he was just having fun while Vicky panted.
“Vicky-go-round-and-round, where she stops, nobody knows.” Alan held the bottoms out for her to grab and pulled them away at the last second as he tempted fate to give her a chance to grab them.
Samantha grinned as she watched Vicky’s futile attempts. She assumed they were bonding, and so did her daughters.
“Here comes the modesty police,” Alan impishly grinned as he made the sound of a siren and dashed past her toward the others.
“Alan, give me back my bottoms, please?” Samantha asked politely as he ran toward them with a devil-may-care smile on his face. Vicky had completely lost her sandals, and she was exhausted and sweaty as she gave chase. Her tits bounced out of her suit again as she doggedly pursued him.
“Sure,” Alan offered to hand them to his mother, but her arms were full and he knew she’d never accept them right at that moment.
“You know I can’t grab them. Just give them back when I set this stuff down. I can’t run around naked on the beach like your sisters.”
“Why not? You don’t have any pussy hair just like them, and moms don’t need modesty. It’s not like anyone is turned on when you are naked.”
“You and your sisters shave because I don’t want you growing up too fast,” Samantha was aghast and feigned offense. “I shave so my beaver isn’t so sweaty.”
“Well, you always say it’s just skin and two flaps in front and two flaps in back,” Alan teased as Vicky finally caught up to him and dove to tackle him.
“Catch!!” Alan tossed the bottoms straight to Scotty and managed at the last minute to avoid Vicky’s body landing on him from behind. She landed face first, ass up in the sand.
Now, Scotty was holding the bikini bottoms and even though he loved his older sister, he found it pretty funny when she looked up and began spitting sand out of her mouth.
Anise laughed out loud when Vicky bit the dust, but her older sister was left behind lugging the heavy cooler by herself.
“Scotty, would you please give those back?” Samantha asked politely as she continued marching toward the campsite.
Scotty looked down at the soft white triangle in his trembling fingers, then looked up at Samantha. This was his father’s girlfriend’s bikini bottoms and up until recently they covered her pussy and asshole and now he was holding them.
He had never been in this situation before.
“Don’t you dare give those back, bro!” Alan cheered and jogged like a football player with his arms out to catch them. “Throw the flag over here!”
Vicky glared a hole through her little brother, and his father offered no advice at all. He didn’t want to encourage him, but at the same time he knew that his girlfriend was going to be a good sport.
“Scotty had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit and this time it was hanging out of his shorts and the tip of it was pointed toward the sand. He felt like all eyes were on him and his instinct told him to get rid of the bottoms. He didn’t want to make a decision, and so he tossed them only a few feet away.
He didn’t intend it, but they landed in some seaweed that had washed up on the shore.
It wasn’t clear if it was toward Samantha or toward her son. Either way, it was a pretty wimpy throw and Alan instantly complained.
“Thank you, Scotty, they are all sandy and gross. Would you be a dear and go wash them out while I put this stuff down?”
Scotty was only too happy to do that for her, but Alan once again dashed over to them first. “Yoink!”
He didn’t want to belabor his joke, though. Alan told Scotty to help him, and happily ran to the warm water of the Gulf of Mexico and began to wash the white bottoms out.
Samantha looked down at Vicky, who was still on her hands and knees spitting out mouthfuls of wet grit, then glanced back up the path toward the access trail. Tuna was a good thirty yards behind them, hobbling on one bare foot and dragging forty pounds of cooler by herself through the sugar sand.
“Now do you see why girls don’t need sandals? You lost them somewhere around here, and you managed to show everyone your knockers and ass trying to play Vicky the Coyote to Alan’s roadrunner.”
Analise laughed at that comparison. Alan and she were twins in everything, but he almost always beat her in sports and one-on-one competitions.
“Please get up and go help Tuna after you fix your top.” Samantha shuffled bare-ass over to the spot she had identified earlier. There was a man a few years older than Eddie with a metal detector nearby who couldn’t stop staring at Samantha.
“Wow, they really snagged your bottoms! You aren’t mad?” the old man asked when he noticed that Samantha hadn’t made any effort to hide her nudity or give him the stink eye for staring at her.
“My son was just playing a prank on his mom, and besides, he and his brother are washing my bottoms off for me in the water,” she answered him without realizing she had accidentally thought of Scotty as Alan’s brother.
The old man continued to futz around in the sand while gawking at her without making it too obvious.
“Sorry, I don’t know why I told that creepy old pervert that they are brothers.” Samantha approached Eddie so that he could put his arms around her.
“I would love that, Scotty needs to come out of his shell.” He kissed her sweetly and glanced in the direction of their daughters struggling to get the cooler to where they were.
“I better go help them.” Samantha started to dash over to lend a hand, but Eddie stopped her.
“Let the two sisters figure it out. You just set up camp.”
“Yes, my love.”
