What Mom and Dad Don’t Know - 4
June 17, 2008 – 4:45 amChapter 4
Balancing an armload of packages, Rory kicked the door shut behind him
as he followed the girls into the house.
“God! I can’t wait to get out of my things,” said Molly. Tossing her
packages aside, she whipped her top up and struggled to get it over her
head.
“Me, either,” said Anne. She slipped the straps of the sundress she was
wearing down and off her shoulders.
Rory watched the top of the dress fall to Anne’s waist while he
unbuttoned his own shirt. By the time he looked back at his sister, she
had already kicked her skirt aside and was reaching behind her back to
unhook her bra.
“I hate bras.” she said.
“Me, too,” said Anne, reaching to unhook her own bra. “Panties, too.
They get so hot and steamy.” Her tits wobbled as they came into view.
“Wear cotton,” suggested Molly. “They’re more airy.”
“Granny panties?” She chuckled. “I do most of the time, but not when
I’m going to get hot and steamy.”
Rory was amazed at how quickly a girl could get out of her clothes.
They were both naked, his sister doing stretching exercises that showed off
her body quite nicely, while he was still unbuckling his pants. If it was
so easy to get their clothes off, how come it didn’t happen more often? he
wondered.
“Rory, I’ve got to give you credit,” his sister said. “This nudist
thing is really a great idea.”
“Isn’t it cool?” chimed in his adorable Pickles.
Naked, now, Rory just stood there, appreciating the sight of the two
naked girls and comparing their bodies. He had never noticed it before,
but seeing them nude, their figures were similar enough that they could
almost be taken for sisters. Anne was a couple of inches taller than
Molly, but Molly hadn’t bothered to take off her shoes–they were nothing
more than a bunch of black straps that crisscrossed over her foot–and the
high heel brought her up to Anne’s height. Both had deep brown, almost
black, hair, but Molly’s dipped slightly over one eye and was cut to barely
graze her shoulders while Anne’s hung straight down on each side far enough
to just cover her tits when it draped down in front. Usually it did, on
one side or the other, and the nipple peeked through the strands just as
cute as can be. She was constantly tossing her head, throwing her hair to
her back, but it never stayed there for long.
Their tits could have come from the same mold. Tight, round bulbs, just
a bit more than a handful. If you got right down to it, Anne’s nipples
were more coral-hued while Molly’s were pinkish, and just a trifle smaller.
Both had dark pussy hair–Molly’s black, while Anne’s was a just a shade
more on the brown side. Anne’s was triangular, stretching at the top
halfway across her thighs to her hips, while Molly’s was a smaller, oval
patch, closely centered between her legs. It didn’t appear as though
either girl shaved or trimmed their pussies like the women he had seen in
the magazines.
Molly’s body looked as if it never saw the sun. It was almost white.
Anne, however, had a slight tan with just the faint trace of a bikini
shadow. The only way you would be able to tell the difference between
either girl in the dark was by their hair, both that on their heads and
between their legs. The thought of trying to make such a comparison
brought a grin to Rory’s face.
“Instead of just standing there ogling us, why don’t you do something
useful,” said Molly, flopping down onto the couch. She was followed a
second later by Anne. “Get us something to drink.”
“Sure,” he said. “Coke or iced tea?”
“You guys up for a beer?” she asked with a sly grin.
“A beer?” His eyebrows rose.
“The folks let me drink a beer now and then,” she said, “and since I’m
in charge, it’ll be my ass if you get drunk and do something stupid.”
He grinned. “You talked me into it. “How about you, Anne?”
“My mom would have a fit if I came home with alcohol on my breath.” She
looked at her watch. “Oh, God! It’s getting late, I need to be getting
home anyway.”
His heart sank. To think he had wasted an entire afternoon shopping
instead of playing sexy games with his new girlfriend! And now, it looks
like he had lost the chance–And, who knows? He might not get another
before the slumber party. That was almost two weeks away!
Molly reached out and caught her friend’s wrists. “I’ve got an idea!
Why don’t you call your mother and get permission to sleep over tonight?”
“I don’t know, Molly. She probably wouldn’t want me to stay if you mom
and dad aren’t here.”
“How’s she going to know? Our parents never get together.”
“What if she wants to talk to your mother?”
Molly shrugged. “If she asks, just tell her she’s not here right now.
You don’t have to lie. If that’s not good enough for her, at least you
tried.”
“I’ll do it!”
Rory watched with mixed emotions as Anne went to the phone. He had been
counting on sleeping with his sister again tonight, Their parents would be
back tomorrow night, so who knows when, or if, that chance would ever come
again.
Anne talked with her mother on the phone for a few minutes, then pushed
it toward Rory. “Here, she wants to talk to you.”
“Me? Why–Oh, hi–”
“Rory, are you Molly’s brother?”
“Yes, Mrs. Pegler.”
“Anne tells me your parents are not there.”
“Ah, yeah–no, not at the moment–but they won’t be gone forever.”
“I should hope not.” She laughed. “Do you think my daughter would be
too much trouble–”
“Oh, no! Not at all. We’ve got lots of beds.”
“Beds?”
“I mean, plenty of room.”
There was a pause, then Anne’s mother said cautiously, “I’m going to
count on you to watch out for her, Rory. No hanky panky. I wouldn’t want
her getting into any trouble. You know how it is with young girls.”
“Yeah, I know, Mrs. Pegler. But you can count on me. I’m used to it.
I’m always keeping an eye on my sister.”
“Good. Then I won’t have to worry.” She laughed, sounding relieved.
“I’m sorry if I’m sounding like a protective mother hen, Rory, but she’s my
pride and joy. Just make sure she gets back to me intact. Bye, now.”
Rory hang up the phone and rolled his eyes. Then he looked over at Mrs.
Pegler’s pride and joy–beautifully naked, ripe, and enticing–and his
heart sank. What had he done? He had just promised to deliver Anne back
to her mother “intact” when he had been scheming to do exactly the
opposite!
“So, what’s the verdict?”
“You can stay.”
“You don’t look too happy about it.”
“I’m okay with it,” he said, trying to sound enthusiastic.
“I know what it is,” Molly said with a smirk. “I’ll bet he was hoping I
would crawl into his bed again tonight.”
Damn her! He had no privacy at all. She was always reading his mind.
“Naw,” he said. “That’s not it.” Anyway, she had only figured out part of
it.
“How about a m
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