” Alexandra entered the pool room in an orange Adidas bikini, the top in a racerback sports-bra style with plenty of coverage flattening her chest. ...he bottom was much smaller, just covering the essentials, almost painted onto her skin. She struggled a little bit with the ropes and needed help pulling across the straps from Jessica – who thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to push her chest and Alexandra’s onto me. Emily wore a green TYR one-piece, two thin straps holding up her large chest.. We were still close but now we were more like how sisters should be. My family, the Tanners, had found out somehow about my relationship with Angela partially because some people in the neighborhood were starting to get suspicious with how Angela and I were hanging out. And eventually our parents caught us together. Angela had to explain why she had a strap-on and had it buried all the way up my ass. Not a fun conversation. They were angry for about a week. Then they said we could still see. Never once did his eyes leave mine. There he was, naked and proud before me. His phallus was a perfect column of male flesh. I had never seen anything so beautiful in all my life. I beckoned him to my bed. He placed a gentle kiss upon my mound before he moved to kneel between my thighs. I gasped as he pushed gently inside, cried out in pain as he broke through the barrier of my virginity, and heaved a mighty sigh as I took his full weight upon my body. Instinct told me that I should move under. But then, something wicked tickled inside me again. I got off him. “Don’t go please. Please!” He pleaded. “I’m not going anywhere” I assured him. I got off bed. Turned around, with my back to him, unbuckled my shorts and slowly took them off. I threw them onto the chair across the room. I did the same with rest of our clothes spread around the bed. Now, between the two of us, the only piece of clothing was my thin panties. I turned back around and bent over the bed taking them off. I didn’t.