As I understood that they did not mind my being around the pond, I became more courageous to hang around there, even when my sisters were taking bath....And I had a doubt that my eldest sister and the younger one were trying to tease me.They used to remove their underwear and would be clad in a white towel only while taking bath. Of course, the top was always bare while bathing, as it was so in Kerala villages those days.My elder sister was twenty-two and the younger one eighteen. The elder one. His hard-on rested patiently at her core. The thick pre-cum lined itself among her pubic hair. His length kept his pelvis from smashing into hers. But, their feet rubbed, and he began to kiss her. It was deep, and passionate. He seemed to have a plan. She relaxed a little more. He rolled her onto her back. Then, he rolled her again, facing away from him. She wasn’t confused, but she wondered at what was next. His strong arms reached around and hugged her tight. She tried to focus on his body. The material was soft nylon, almost silky, and felt cool to the touch. As I grasped them around my hot pecker, and began the slow in-and-out that would bring me such welcome relief, I enjoyed visions of the beautiful women who had shared their bed and bodies with me during the evening. My memory of the touches, the caresses, the breasts and sucking mouths was so vivid that the touch of the lacy black panties around my throbbing cock quickly brought me to the moment where my legs straightened,. “You survived,” Sally laughed when I entered the suite. They were watching a live broadcast showing what I’d been doing.“Must be a slow news day,” I groused as I watched the news video showing me entering the hotel a few minutes ago.“Nope, Dorothy warned us that you’d be the main focus of the news unless something else happens,” Annette said.“Fine,” I said, sighing.My wives spent the next couple of hours trying to reward me for accepting my fate and to raise my spirits. At least that was their.