“I meant you and I, not you and my lovely cousin. But hey, I am an open-minded guy.” I said with a laugh, earning me a glare from both girls.Charl...ne Summers, Char (Shar) to her friends, was the younger of two daughters. Her sister was a freshman at UCSB and living on campus. Her father was a general contractor and her mother did the bookkeeping for his firm. He did mostly contract homes, with some spec building on the side, and made a comfortable living doing so.She had been born here in Santa. On the precipice of a climax long denied, she yowled, yelped, and bucked in the saddle. Then a particularly strong jolt of pleasure caused her to lurch.Click. Click.Her next yelp lodged in her throat as her eyes pinched tightly closed. The vibrations from the saddle were so intense that she could feel her stiff nipples brushing against the cloth of her chemise, adding yet another dimension to her ecstasy.She sat stiff in the saddle – her mouth wide open in a silent scream. The seconds ticked by. Mother dropped us off at the house and drove over to her friend’s place a 30 min drive in the town car.Having our mother here was going to seriously curtail our family get-togethers at the house. No more skinny-dipping or coming down to dinner in just a towel so I asked the girls if they would like to go sailing. I had seen an ad for a sailing day trip for up to ten people. They liked the idea and I made the call. We would be leaving at ten in the morning and returning at four. The boat was. .. but look, don't just take my word for it. Tell you what, let's go out to the house and you can hear it from her own sexy lips! What do you say... ?"Steve groaned out a baker's dozen of blurted 'Christs'! It was crazy... absolutely unbelievable... but he had to know for sure! Imagine, their gorgeous next door neighbor, Barb Keller wanting him to fuck her... and damn, how he wanted to! But Karen... shit, she'd never go along with it... just wasn't made that way! Too much of a frigging prude if.