Without a word to Karen she kicked herself off from the side and, taking care that her plump bare rump was constantly above the surface, swam casually up the length of the pool, past the others, who were still squabbling, then began to circle them. From the comer of her eye she saw that her maneuver had not gone unnoticed by Mike, for his head followed her. In a moment she let her feet down and stood up and, feigning water in her eyes, stretched and posed wantonly in the shallow end, knowing, as she knuckled her eyes, that her breasts had been set to jiggling and that her out-thrust hip revealed between her slim young naked thighs a sight of rosy lips only lightly veiled by her soaking pubic hair. She felt her nipples harden and shivered as she pressed her elbows back and shook her head vigorously, curving her body back like a sensual cat.
When at last she opened her eyes she thought she noticed a look of curiosity on Sylvia's face as the older girl glanced from Michael's riveted gaze to her own body, the focus of his attention, but immediately it was gone and instead the big-busted girl grabbed Johnny's hand and pulled him to the side of the pool.
"Brrhhh! I'm getting cold," she said, clambering out with a wonderful display of her well-muscled ass and the lewd lips beneath it. "I'm going in to dry… who's coming?" With Johnny close behind, she ran to the deep end of the pool, said something softly and quickly to Karen, scooped up an armful of clothes indiscriminately, and raced up the steps to the terrace and so into the house. Close behind her the two naked boys and Karen, pausing to pick up the remainder of the clothes, displayed their bouncing bare butts like rabbits in the twilight.
"Well… come on, Sis," said Michael, turning toward her.
She pouted at him, wriggling her nude little body in a manner she knew to be enticing, looking under lowered lashes at the tight bulge coiled fleshily against the strained thin black band of his borrowed bikini bottom. "Little sister'd like to be carried," she said, affecting a childish tone. "Little sister sooooooooooo tired…" And, stretching one twisting hand above her back-bent head, she put the back of the other to her mouth, extravagantly yawning, but also fully aware that her thighs yawned for him, too.
"Little brat… I'll drown you," he said, coming through the water. But instead of upsetting her he obediently went along with her game, picking her up boldly in his arms and then, as an afterthought, swinging her up and around until she was seated joltingly but firmly on his shoulders, her slim thighs pressed against his cheeks, his hands holding hers.
As he climbed out of the pool by the steps, balancing her securely, Maryon thrilled at the contact of the short, already dry, bristly hairs at the back of his neck against her eager, unprotected cunt.
At the doorway into the room he hesitated but, ducking her head under the lintel and kicking with her heels, she urged him on and in. He stood for a second in the middle of the floor. "Where the fuck are my clothes? I left 'em on the couch over there," he said to the empty room, dripping spots of water onto the rich rug. Just then there was a pattering on the stairs and Sylvia stuck her head discreetly over the balustrade, turbaned in a towel.
"Come on up and grab a room… first at the top of the stairs, on the left," she said. "There's a bathroom there, and you can dry off. Your gear's on the bed. We'll see you later… much later!" The emphasis was unmistakable as she winked, turned and, bobbing her tail like a bunny, sped away back.
Shrugging, adjusting Maryon's weight on him and incidentally sending a flashing warm pulse through her, Mike trotted up the stairs, made for the open bedroom door and, once inside, dumped Maryon unceremoniously onto the made bed. Quickly he thumblocked the door behind him. "I don't need them to play any more of their little surprises on me!" he said, coming over to the bed and staring down at his naked sister who, growing excited by the possibilities, was lying on the counterpane on her stomach as though posing for her first baby-picture. Mike nodded to the open bathroom door and began idly picking at the clothes thrown in a pile at the foot of the bed. "You want to shower first?" he asked. She smiled at him impishly.
"We could take a bath together," she said. "That'd save some time, wouldn't it, Mike? I mean… you do want to get out of here and go home soon, don't you?"
"You're a little bitch-baby, aren't you?" he replied, coming to stand in front of her. "Okay, I'm set, if you're sure you are." Maryon was about set for anything. She'd started her periods some months ago, and was a couple of weeks past the most recent so, though Lois had made a faltering, unclear and generally unsatisfying explanation of what menstruation was all about, she reckoned that nothing could upset her plans to enjoy herself and her brother in the way she liked… and hoped he still did.
"Go start the water, Mike," she said and, when he was on his way, slid off the bed and quickly resmoothed it, clucking her tongue at the water spots she'd made on it. Then she pattered into the bathroom on tiptoe. Mike was leaning over the tub, sloshing the water about with his hand so, without further ado, she grabbed at the narrow black band of his bikini and pulled so that the hard, muscled globes of his buttocks sprang into view like surprised moons. "Hey…!" he began, but stopped as she next ran her small hands round his hips to his belly, under the thin material, easing it off him with her wrists, until she was able to take hold of his prick. Feeling that it was more soft than hard, Maryon let go, took hold of the black bikini again, and pulled them down to his ankles. With her head pressed against his side so that she could see better, her mouth and eyes formed astonished little 'Os at the size of his dick, even in repose.
He turned off the water, stepped out of the pants and stretched elaborately. "Jesus, it's great to be out of them," he said. "I felt like an idiot."
She touched his cock with a finger. "Why aren't you big for me?" she said. "When Sylvia and Karen took their clothes off, you were big… I could tell. Don't you think I'm as good as them?"
"Haven't really looked at you, Sis, it's been a long time," he laughed at her. Getting into the steaming water he sat down and stretched his long, strong legs. "Let's see what I've been missing," he said, so without another word, she climbed up on the side of the tub, put one leg over to the top at the far side, then moved up toward him, straddling the bath. Not looking at him but intimately aware of the brazen nakedness of her body as it was exposed to his gaze, she reached to her hair and carefully began to undo the braids, twisting her body innocently about as she tugged at her tresses, delighting inwardly at the effect her cavorting little cunt must be having on him. And when, pretending to nearly lose her balance, she bent and swayed and looked down beneath her, sure enough the tip of him was just beginning to break surface, though, even through the diffraction of the water, his prick was, she saw, still not completely hard.
Presently she shook her hair free, feeling the damp silken ends of it play over her taut cheeks. The strain of her straddling stance was beginning to give her a most delicious ache in her crotch, and she was dying for him to touch her there. But as if realizing her own impatience, and using it to heighten his own pleasure, Mike instead kept her there, ducking his head and scooting around in the bath so that he could now look up at her splitting crack and study the out-thrust of her young and tender buttocks. "You're filling out pretty well, Sis," he said, lightly caressing one steam-pinkened cheek, "but I didn't get too good a look at your boobs." Still sitting in the water behind her, he had Maryon bend over and touch her toes, so that her spritely little twelve-year-old breasts hung down from her in all their pear-pointed prettiness then, to her joy, he not only complimented her on their fine growth, but, his hair incidentally brushing against her parted lips, he leaned forward to fondle and stroke them, finally turning around once again so that, with his head back, he could kiss them and take them into his mouth like hanging bunches of sweet grapes. As his tongue rasped over her tiny, cherry-like nipples, her knees shook and she all but slipped and fell on him. "Hold up there, Sis," he said, his voice low and hoarse and, reaching up, he took her by her slim waist and lifted her down into the water.