"Well, don't talk about them!" Cathy scolded. "And for God's sake, don't say anything like that at home."
"Why not?" Beth chirped. "Mommy and Daddy fuck, don't they?"
Cathy blushed brighter. "What an awful thing to say! And you thought it was bad for me to say shit."
"I was just kidding," Beth replied. "I can say shit too, if I feel like it. I can say anything you can. What I don't get is why you'd want any guy to fuck you. Uugh!"
Still blushing, Cathy replied, "That's because you don't know what it's all about. Anyway, who says I fuck with Boyd?"
"Well, if you don't do that," Beth inquired, "do you suck his thing instead?"
Cathy was shocked to the tips of her toes. "Where did you ever hear about anything so filthy? I ought to wash your mouth out with soap!"
Beth laughed, enjoying her new sense of maturity. "Ooh, go fuck with Boyd! I won't bother you."
The twelve-year-old turned and, carrying her dollies, started walking slowly across the beach. She was heading vaguely toward Gary's place, but didn't want to be obvious about it.
Cathy, with a lot to think about, walked to Boyd's tower.
It would be too risky, she thought, to have sex with him today. Now that Beth suspected what was going on between them and was willing to talk about it, it was no longer safe. If the brat mouthed off at home, Cathy would catch it for sure.
"Hi, Boyd!" she called to the lifeguard.
The handsome blond fellow straightened from his sleepy slouch and looked down. He grinned. "You said you'd be early, but I didn't believe it." He turned and came quickly down the ladder.
"We can't do it today," Cathy told him as he pulled her into his arms.
"Why not? Is it your time of the month?"
"No, silly. But Beth suspects what we're doing. She might spy on us or something."
"Where is she?" Boyd asked, and scanned the beach through his dark glasses.
"Right over there," Cathy said, turning. She didn't spot her sister. "Well, she was…"
"Is that her, talking with that guy?" Boyd pointed.
Cathy looked in the direction he indicated. "It is! Hey, I don't like that. I'll get my ass whaled at home if anything happens to her."
Cathy took off on a lope, toward where Beth was standing with the man.
Boyd called, "Come back soon as you can, huh?"
She didn't reply. Beth was all she could think about at the moment. That brat was getting to be a real problem.
"Who's this?" Gary asked Beth as he saw Cathy running toward them. He eyed her large, rounded tits which were bouncing in her bikini bra.
"Oh, that's my sister!" Beth said disgustedly.
"She's sure pretty."
Beth gave the man a sharp look.
He grinned. "But not as pretty as you are, cup-cake," he added.
"Who are you talking to, Beth?" the sixteen-year-old demanded as she ran up.
"This is Gary," Beth said, adding maturely, "He's a friend of mine. Gary, this is my sister, Cathy."
"A friend of yours?" Cathy glared at the man, who grinned back at her. "He's old enough to be your father!"
"I'd like to be your father for a night," he told Cathy.
"What's that mean?" she demanded.
"Oh, nothing. Or everything. Depends on how you want to take it."
"I don't care to take it at all." Cathy grasped Beth's hand. "Come on – we're getting out of here."
"No!" Beth exclaimed, bracing herself.
"That's the girl," Gary encouraged. "No slut of a big sister ought to boss you around."
Cathy exploded, "Slut! Where do you get off calling names, you creep?"
"Beth told me what you were doing yesterday with the lifeguard."
Cathy turned red from anger and embarrassment. "Beth Ellen Brewster! When I get home…"
"What'll you do?" Beth taunted. "You know you don't dare say a word to Mommy and Daddy, because you're been just as naughty as I have. Naughtier!"
Cathy stared at, her sister inquisitively. As naughty as SHE? What did Beth mean by that? What had the brat been up to, anyway?
As Cathy considered the question, it occurred to her that Gary was altogether too forward for a casual acquaintance. And Beth had introduced him as her "friend". Did that mean she was with him yesterday? What had they been doing?
"Do you live around here?" Cathy asked Gary.
"Tell her, Beth," he said cockily.
Beth was no longer afraid or ashamed to admit that she had been in Gary's apartment or even to admit what she had done there. After watching the way her parents had behaved last night, and listening to the way they had talked when they had thought they weren't overheard… then after practically drawing an admission from Cathy that she had been fucking the lifeguard… Beth concluded she had nothing to be ashamed of or even to fear.
"Gary lives in that building over there," Beth said, pointing. "That's where I was yesterday – in Gary's apartment with him and his friends."
"His friends?" Cathy was more shocked by the moment.
"Yes. A couple of very nice men."
"My God, no!" Cathy said. "What did you let them do to you?"
"Nothing bad," Beth said. "In fact, it was super! Are your friends in the apartment today, Gary?"
He nodded, grinning slyly as he studied Cathy's response.
"What have you done to my sister?" she demanded, her eyes flashing.
"Like she said, nothing bad. Come on up with us and we may do the same thing for you… if you act nice."
"I certainly will not!" Cathy declared, outraged.
"Then I'll see you later," Beth said, and turned. Carrying her dolls, she walked beside Gary toward his apartment.
Cathy didn't dare make a scene, because Beth was in a position to fink on her. But she couldn't stand there and let Beth go back to the man's apartment alone.
She cast a glance toward the lifeguard tower where Boyd sat. She couldn't ask for his help because he might lose his job if he were to leave his post.
There seemed nothing for her to do but tag along with Beth. What could happen, really, with both of them together in the man's apartment? Maybe, also, Cathy could find out just what Beth had been up to.
She hurried after Beth and Gary.
Beth glared at her big sister when the latter ran up beside her. Beth kept walking. "Why don't you mind your own business?" she said.
"Because you're my business," Cathy retorted. "I'm supposed to watch out for you."
"Don't fight, girls," Gary spoke up. "There'll be enough fun for both of you."
Cathy wondered just what he had in mind. How bad could it be if a kid like Beth had done it?
The threesome climbed the stairs to Gary's apartment, and he let them in. Pedro and Gabe were lounging in the living room, as before. Gary made the introductions, which Cathy acknowledged with a sniff.
"Why don't we all get comfortable?" Gary suggested immediately. "Let's take off our swimsuits."
"NO!" Cathy was horrified.
"Well, I will!" Beth said, and began skinning out of her one-piece suit.
Cathy lunged to stop her, but Gary looped an arm around the blonde teenager's middle, yanking her backward against him. She felt the bulge of his penis snuggling the crack between her buttocks, which were lightly covered by her bikini. Looking down over her shoulder, Gary watched her luscious tits jiggle as she struggled to free herself from his grasp.
Meanwhile, Beth was stepping out of her swimsuit before Cathy's astonished eyes. The men ogled the sleek-bodied twelve-year-old. Gabe and Pedro yanked their trunks down.
Their cocks rose as Cathy stared, blushing furiously. She felt Gary's prick prodding her bottom.
He let go of her and removed his trunks. His uncircumcised penis stood at attention.
"This is awful!" Cathy exclaimed, gazing about the room.
"The only thing that's awful," Gary replied with a grin, "is you still wearing that bikini. Why don't you prove you're at least as grown up as your baby sister?"