Where this was going I wasn't sure. It was his move now. He looked me in the eyes and said, “OK, I don't think you will do it, but why don't you tak... those pants off.”He was daring me to go further. I was breathing hard and even though common sense said to stop I had to go on. I stood up and released the drawstring on my pants. Slowly peeling them off I soon stood there in nothing but a pair of white cotton thong panties.I pointed at his pants and said, “Well?”He stood up and undid his belt and. ”“You wouldn't! You fucking monster!”“I see two solutions. Either you help me, or I get sweet Rebecka to help me.”“You will NOT touch my sister!”“Then get down on your knees. Dear niece.”With this he put his hand on his hips, and the shape of his dick visible through the fabric of his slacks grew and stiffened, trying to poke its way out. Cindy was disgusted with this turn of events, and yet she was strangely excited. Her heart was beating faster, she noticed. There were butterflies in her. I think she did them just to let me have a good look between her legs. She knew her ass and pussy were showing thru her panties,and she wanted to show off. From the shallow end we swam back to the deep end and climbed out. She went up the ladder first,bra showing thru her blouse,skirt up around her waist,and I got another good look between her legs. She did trim herself,but there was some hair sticking out around her panties. Of course I had to reach out and touch her crouch. She turned. I'm not sure what was happening to me, but it felt sooddly natural to me, and it seemed that way to the other girls too."Hey Taylor," said Ashley. "If you want, you could join us sometimefor one of Tiffany's legendary "dress up" parties, where we sneak somebooze into the house and go crazy trying on her outfits, it is just somuch fun!" "That's OK," I said, although I secretly wished that Iwould get a chance to.Suddenly, Tiffany's mom called us down for dinner. I panicked,realizing the.