Dave Friar - Bonnie

"Oh, you – you – you butt-head!" She yelled – and then shrieked and dove in after me. I let her almost catch me a couple of times, then looked up as Bonita and Irene approached.

"Come on in!" Penny yelled. "Help me catch him!"

Irene and Bonita smiled and shook their heads. They were still flushed from their morning run and panting for breath. Both were coated with a fine gleam of perspiration, which was now soaking their running shirts nicely against their heaving breasts. Both wore jogging bras, of course.

"Come on!" Penny yelled, half-wading, half-swimming from the shallow end toward me.

"Let us get our suits, shrimp," Bonita managed to gasp.

"You – poopheads!" Penny shouted and turned to splash them. Pretty good shot, too. She inspired me.

"Yeah, come on, you poopheads!" I taunted and added my splashing to hers. They were pretty well soaked now.

"What're you doing?" Irene demanded.

Bonita finished peeling off her shirt, then shrugged out of her shorts. "I don't want to be a poophead," she said. "Let's you and me avenge ourselves upon them."

Irene was already following suit, or un-suit.

The jogging bras were pretty formidable and the panties were plain white cotton – but the sweat-soaking and splashing had rendered the latter nearly transparent and former highly intriguing. So much so that they almost caught me by surprise when they hurled themselves into the pool and answered fire with splashing of their own. Bonnie went after Penny and Irene charged me, sporting a mischievous smile. Just as Irene reached me in the deep end, I sent myself plummeting feet-first toward the bottom of the pool and struck out toward the shallow end. I came up behind Bonita, scooping her with my arms under her knees and back. I turned and tossed her toward the deep end.

Irene caught up with me and jumped onto my back from behind, wrapping arms and legs around me so I had to feel every one of her ripe, abundant curves.

"Help me, Penny!" I cried in mock terror. My little Muffin came up behind Irene and yanked her panties down, exposing Irene's ass. Irene yelped in surprise and fell away from me. I turned to meet Bonita's charge. I picked her up and tossed her back where she'd come from.

Then another, smaller form was wrapped around me from behind and this one did not have the benefit of a bra.

"Dolores!" Penny shrieked.

"Get him, girls!" Irene yelled.

"CHaaaaarge!" From Bonita.

Dolores was spending more effort writhing – to imprint her curves on my flesh – than trying to dunk me. Penny tried the butt-baring trick on Dolores with a predictable lack of response from her oversexed sister. And Irene wasn't so much trying to bring me down as drive me crazy with accidental gropings.

When Bonnie wrapped her arms around my waist and heaved, Penny tried to pull her away, then tried unsnapping Bonita's bra – which Bonnie ignored. And I have no doubt that Irene's floating bra was the result of Irene's keeping her vow of "teasing unmercifully."

But in the end, I said loudly, "I give! I give!" and let myself be pulled forward into the water. Irene gave my cock one last, relentless tug through my trunks before swimming away and Dolores began humping her pussy mound against my back as Bonita swam away, topless, under the water. I finally shrugged Dolores off me and stood.

"Run for it, Muffin," I told Penny quietly. She nodded and eased her way to the side of the pool.

"Ladies," I announced, just as a topless and pantyless Dolores stood, grinning lewdly in front of me. "Ladies, I lied." I grabbed Dolores around the waist and hurled her shrieking into the deep end, then grabbed Bonita around the waist and did the same. Irene, just standing in the neck-deep area, registered my deception just as I reached her. Before she could react, I held her before me, kissed her deeply on the lips, then flicked her backwards to join the other two. Then I hurried out of the pool. Penny was waiting by the entrance to the pool enclosure. Her eyes sparkled.

"I saw that," she said, half-accusing, half-teasing.

"Wanna join them?"I nodded toward the pool.

"If I get a kiss, too."

"Grrrrr."

"Either you kiss me or… "

"Or what?"

"Piggyback to the house!"

I laughed and crouched. She climbed aboard and behaved herself almost all the way to the house. Whereupon she kissed the back of my neck, and added a little tongue-work for good measure.

I let her down carefully and turned. "You are incorrigible," I pronounced, shaking my finger at her menacingly.

She made as if to bite said finger and said, "And you, Uncle Dan, are fully aroused."

I went upstairs to shower and change, carefully locking the door. Nonetheless, ten minutes into my shower, I heard a voice whisper through the door, "Want me to do your back?" I thought it might be Bonita or Irene, but it could have been Dolores or even Penny.

"Scat, poltergeist!" I hissed and turned up the cold water.

When I came downstairs twenty minutes later, Penny was on the deck, a bag of Beach Stuff next to her. "Where's the rest of the brigade?"

"I think Irene and Bonnie are changing clothes."

"And Dolores?'

"Here I am!"

I turned. Dolores was again semi-wearing her swimsuit and had a big towel wrapped sarong-style around her tight hips. She was wearing sandals and carrying a beach bag. She had on sunglasses and a hugebrimmed straw hat. She was wearing a pale lip gloss that accentuated the fullness of her mouth. She looked like an ad for 20 years in Attica for statutory rape. "Ready, shrimp?"

"It's about time!" Penny said, bouncing up. "Let's head for the beach." She motioned. I bent, tense, and then relaxed as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. "See you later, Unk."

Dolores, of course, demanded equal time and played her role to the hilt: a chaste peck on the cheek and "See you later, stud."

They were just leaving when the gardening crew arrived. I pay them to come out once a week and do the trim and clip routine. They also fertilize as necessary and mulch when it's time.

As they turned to watch Dolores, I could tell all three were thinking of fertilization.

"Good morning, Meester Dan."

"Good morning, Mister Hector." We grinned at each other. It was a family operation, all Mexican, and they insisted on calling me Mister Dan, so I insisted on calling them Mister Hector, Mister Miguel and Mister Ed (he didn't like Eduardo and laughed heartily when I explained about the old TV show). Ed was Miguel's father.

"Very pretty. They are your, uh, nieces?" I had a neighbor a half mile up the road, toward the beach, who frequently entertained a flock a "nieces"; some of them might even have been of legal age.

I laughed. "They call me 'uncle,' but they're really my second cousins. Their folks and a friend are staying with me this weekend."

"I think that maybe in a couple of years, one of them could stay here without mama."

"They grow up fast. She is only 15 now, but when she's 19…?"

He nodded. "I thought she had more years. Perhaps I should tell Miguel" – his nephew – "not to dream too much."

I smiled. "As you see fit, but she is smart for her years."

"Ah, such a beautiful day."

I went back into the house and he turned to his brother and nephew. In a few minutes, I heard the mower mowing, the trimmer trimming and the unique sound of electric shears pruning away. I set about running the dishwasher, then gathered loose laundry – mostly towels and some of my clothes – for a run in the basement washing machine. While the two mechanical slaves chugged away, I inventoried the larder, making up my shopping list.

Kate strolled in twenty minutes later, a sack of fresh herbs in one hand. It's about a two-mile walk to the farmer's market, a third of it on an unshaded road, so she was a little damp. I gave her a rundown on where her family and my fantasy girl were. When I told her Bonnie and Irene were "changing clothes," her eyebrows went up – it had been a long time for a change of clothes – but almost immediately, they emerged from the bedroom, looking conspiratorial. Bonita must have passed some sort of signal to her step-mother, because she and Kate abruptly were sitting on the banquet in the bay window, murmuring.