“No kidding.”
He didn’t know about our weekend plans, so I told him a version that left out Brooke completely. I used Harry and Marianne’s announcement as our excuse for staying an extra day.
“So Christy’s gonna be an aunt again?” he said. “Cool. How many does that make? Fifteen? Twenty?”
“They’re Catholics, not rabbits,” I chuckled. “The new one will be number eight.”
“Whatever,” he said. “That’s still a lot of kids.”
“I’ll tell her you said that,” I said dryly.
“No, don’t! I still wanna get lucky with her. No offense.”
“None taken. But hey, I’d better get back. We’re about to have dessert, a couple of beautiful pies.” I glanced at the girls and added, “Lemon meringue and strawberry. The lemon’s my favorite, although it can be a little sour.”
Christy narrowed her eyes dangerously, while Brooke clapped a hand over her mouth and shook with silent laughter.
“The berries on the other one are big and ripe, though. Totally mouthwatering.”
“Whatever,” Trip said. “Enjoy.”
“I will, thanks. I might go wild and have one of each.”
“Don’t eat too much,” he laughed. “We’ll see you tomorrow night.”
We said goodbye and hung up.
“Funny, ha ha,” Christy deadpanned.
Brooke laughed so hard that she actually snorted, which was cute and nerdy at the same time. “Oh, Chris,” she gasped when she could talk again, “he’s got your number.”
“Thank you, Miss Obvious.”
“Aw, sweetheart, don’t be upset.”
“I’m not upset at you. He’s the one who said it.”
“Can I make it up to you?” I asked with a barely suppressed grin. “I’ll eat your pie.”
* * *
Christy wasn’t actually in the mood to be eaten, so we lounged around the patio table, relaxing and drinking and chatting as the sun slowly sank toward the ocean.
The conversation was mostly about sex and the past couple of days, but Brooke also talked about her relationship with Fletcher. Most of it was just the normal venting about an ex, although I caught a couple of hints about things she’d wanted to try (that he hadn’t). Anal was only the tip of the iceberg. She also wanted to dip her toes into bondage and maybe even sex in public.
The bottle of whiskey came out once we finished the pitcher of mai tais. Brooke didn’t drink quite as much as Christy, but I knew better than to try to keep up with either of them. Instead, I filled my cup with ice and added water from a little pitcher every time I refreshed the alcohol.
The girls were both pretty buzzed by the time the sun finally set, and their normal inhibitions disappeared. Christy turned affectionate, while Brooke became a little more competitive.
“Aren’t you embarrassed,” she asked in an attempt to tease me, “that us girls are drinking more than you?”
I shrugged. “It isn’t a contest. As long as we’re all enjoying ourselves, who cares?”
“But don’t you wanna drink like a man?”
“Not really. Besides, what does it mean to do something ‘like a man’?”
“Give it up,” Christy told her. “You won’t win. He’s, like, super-cool about men and women.”
“Sure,” Brooke said doggedly, “but if he’s a real man—”
“What exactly is a ‘real man’?” I interrupted. “A guy who drinks a lot? Fights other ‘real men’? Treats women like dirt? Has to prove how macho he is?”
“Well… yeah, I guess.”
“No.”
“Here we go,” Christy said to Brooke with a smug look. “You’ll see.”
“That guy sounds like a jerk,” I continued calmly. “A ‘real man’ doesn’t need to prove it. And he treats women with respect. Not because they’re women, but because they’re people. You want equal rights? It starts with guys who know what it means to be a ‘real man.’”
“I told you,” Christy said in her soft singsong.
“Oh,” Brooke said abruptly. “Well. When you put it that way…” Then she thought about it and said, “But you seem like one of those guys when you fuck us.”
“That’s different,” I said. “It’s sex. Besides, it’s mostly an act. Yeah, I have a dominant personality, and Christy’s submissive—”
The little blonde nodded emphatically.
“—but I’m only in control because she wants me to be. The same with you. And you do it ’cause it gets you hot.”
“You can say that again,” Christy said under her breath.
“But,” I continued, “I don’t do it when we aren’t having sex.”
“No, I guess not,” Brooke admitted.
“D’you remember what I said? That sex is ninety percent mental? I put on the act for your pleasure. Yeah, I do it for mine too, but I try not to be a selfish jerk about it.”
Christy dipped her finger in her whiskey and ran it around the rim of her tumbler. “I told you…”
Brooke ignored her and said to me, “You aren’t.” She downed her remaining whiskey and stared at the empty cup. “I’m disgustingly sober all of a sudden.”
“I can fix that.” I reached for the bottle and poured.
“You can fix a lot of things,” she said semi-distractedly, “starting with my you-know-what.”
“Strawberry pie?” I teased.
Brooke’s cheeks were pink from the sun, but the rest of her face turned the same color.
“I still can’t believe you said that,” Christy complained. “I’m not sour!”
“No, but it was too good to pass up.”
“It kinda was,” Brooke agreed. Her color faded and she gave Christy a speculative look. “I could really go for some pie right now.”
Christy’s eyes widened.
I gently moved her feet from my lap. “This is one of those times I really enjoy being a guy. No one has to wonder what I’m thinking.” I stood and stroked my resurgent erection, in case either of them did wonder. “Come on,” I added, “time for a swim.”
“Lights or no lights?” Brooke asked.
“Huh? Oh, in the pool. Lights, I think. I wanna see what I’m doing.”
The pool glowed when she flipped the switch. Then she jogged toward the water, and I watched her breasts bounce as she passed. Her firm ass held my eyes after that. Christy grinned, so I swatted her firm ass and swept her into my arms. She playfully kicked her feet as I walked down the stairs and into the water.
Brooke surfaced, and her perfect breasts shone in the light from below. I set Christy on her feet, although she submerged completely and then rose in front of Brooke. They started kissing and playing with each other’s water-slick breasts. I was content to watch for a couple of minutes, until Brooke gave me a look.
“Are you ready for pie?” I asked.
“Mmm hmm.”
I lifted Christy to the side of the pool and then moved out of the way. Brooke immediately replaced me between her legs. I teased Brooke’s pussy from behind, until she reached back and gripped my hard-on. She stroked it insistently, so I pulled it from her grasp and set it at her opening. I slid into her and groaned as silky heat caressed my shaft.
After a moment I started fucking her slowly. Christy held Brooke’s head and eventually stiffened with one of her mini-orgasms.
“Switch places,” I told them.
Then I fucked Christy from behind while she licked Brooke, who caressed her breasts and squeezed her nipples while I watched. I didn’t want to come too soon, so we moved to the flat lounge chair. Christy sat on my cock while Brooke straddled my face. They kissed and made out while they rode me, and a distracted part of me wished I’d had a camera.
Will you focus? the little head said peevishly.
Pun intended?
No, you idiot! Come intended.
I chuckled at my own wit. Then I patted Christy’s flank and had the girls switch places.