”As fast as possible, with reflexes that could only belong to an athlete she spun away from our hug and ran towards the lake, ripping of article of ...lothing after article of clothing until she was down to just her panties as she waded into the water. I shook my head to get out of my trance, and I ran after her, shucking my clothes as well. Completely naked, and the beach littered with clothing, I swam out to my sister. My strong, powerful strokes reached her quickly, enabling me to clutch her. He issued each of us a long, white robe (gifts from Rachel), and suggested we all take our clothes off and wrap up in the robes. Out of politeness, I turned away from Rachel as she hiked her slinky black dress up her body and over her head. I busied myself with disrobing, then, heard her emit a low whistle towards me, and say “Very Nice”! Upon realizing that she was looking at my tight teen ass when she uttered those two words made me blush all over again, like the shy, awkward 14 year old. But the idea of him sitting alone on a Saturday night, jerking off to a porn movie, seemed funny to the stoned, drunken girl. The sight of his bulge made it even funnier. She hadn't been able to help herself: she'd started laughing.Somehow that laughter, combined with some lame attempts at explanation, had saved her. She'd fallen into him briefly, and then staggered to the stairs, and he hadn't even attempted to stop her. She'd felt in the clear. She continued to laugh, in relief now, as she. Just being bound wasn't going to be enough. The fantasy of the idea sounded great, but reading the 'real' accounts of others on the net indicated it would probably get boring, rather than arousing. It would need something that teased her while bound - and that was lacking from the stories - at least ideas that would work for her."Necessity is the mother of all invention" - and in Linda's case, it was working. She had pledged to herself that she got no relief until she carried out the plan -.