Jason Cannon: Competing with mom

Denise was tall and willowy. She stood at the edge of the pool posturing like a feminine fatale and watching as Nikki crossed the lawn. She was very feminine and her figure was excellent, but there was a blank look in her eyes that showed little depth in her character. She chewed her gum and said nothing until Nikki had nearly reached the concrete bordering the pool.

"I… you're Nikki Pruitt, aren't you?" she said.

"Yes "Yeah… I've met your mother a few times.

She's been here with Dad… at night."

The inference was obvious and the look on Nikki's face let the other girl know she hadn't missed it.

Nikki was close enough now to notice what she hadn't noticed from a distance: Denise's swim suit. It was one piece, with the bottom, or part of it, solid material, and the top a see-through net. The holes in the net were at least an inch squire, so that Denise's large nipples could not only be seen, but were thrust into open prominence.

They were dark and hard as they seemed to beckon to the viewer through the netting. Both breasts were alive with lust and swollen, with the nipples extending in a full half-inch of pulsing firmness.

It was as if someone had just been sucking and playing with them, causing them Jo fill with blood.. into total erectness. Behind her, Nikki saw her brother, Les, swimming laps in the pool; She wondered, and then pushed the thought from her mind as she inspected the bottom of Denise's suit.

The netting ran down across her belly in a low vee, the point of which dipped low enough that a heavy tuft of blonde pubic hair curled up into the space between the strings.

"Your father is looking over some papers… I'm waiting for them. He suggested I swim while I wait."

"Sure… there's probably a suit… if you think you need one, over there in the pool house."

Judas! Nikki thought. Does she run around like that in front of her father and brother? If I ever wore a suit like that my mother would kill me.

"Thanks," Nikki said, and started to walk around the girl.

About that time Les reached their end of the pool and pulled himself halfway out of the water. "Hi, Nikki," he said, his eyes trying to find their way under the bottom of her skirt.

"Hello, Les."

"Going for a swim?"

"Yes…I think so…as soon as l put a suit on.

"Shit," he said, "you don't need a suit."

"I've noticed," Nikki said, glancing at Denise.

Denise only smiled and adjusted her nipples in the netting. "You're got to have one hell of a figure to wear something like this."

"And that, everybody knows you have, sister dear," Les said, a great deal of bite in his voice.

"Screw you," Denise said.

Nikki didn't want to stand there and listen to them argue, but she could see no way to gracefully leave.

"You'd really like to… wouldn't you?" Les said, and pulled himself clear out of the pool.

Nikki gulped. As Les stood up he pulled his trunks away from the front of his body: At the same time he pulled his hard cock up against his belly and let the trunks snap back against it.

Nikki tried to look away, but Denise was totally unruffled. She calmly looked at him and smiled, then she crossed back over to the chaise where she had been sitting when Nikki had first emerged from the house.

"You're showing off, baby," Denise said, stretching out and leaning back to thrust her nipples further out of the netting. "Why don't you come over here and put it where it belongs?"

Les looked down at the front of his body and then back to his sister. There was a good handful of thick, rigid cock sticking up over the waistband of his swim trunks.

Nikki heard a groan and turned back to Denise. Her knees were raised and spread widely apart. She had worked her hand down under the material at the bottom of the netted vee, until the crotchband of her suit bulged with her fist. Her head was thrown back and she had her eyes closed. Her face had contorted itself into a mask of passion.

There was no doubt what she was doing to herself with her hand.

"Jesus… 'you're disgusting," Les said.

"Me?" she replied, her eyes flying open and flashing at him. "How about you? Waving your flicking hard cock in the breeze."

"1 did it as a joke," he retorted.

"You are a joke," she hissed.

"Piss on you," he answered.

Nikki turned and walked into the bathhouse. My Lord, she thought, it sounded more like a lover's quarrel than a normal spat between brother and sister. And playing with themselves right in front of each other. What a weird family.

Then she remembered Denise's reference to Nikki's mother. How many times had her mother been up here with Harry Carter at night? What had they done? Stupid question, Nikki thought. She knew full well what they had done. Her mother was only a secretary, not nearly good enough to be the executive assistant to a man as powerful as Harry Caner. And yet that was what she was, and she had risen to that exalted position in only two years with the company.

And I'm a virgin, Nikki thought.

The voices from beside the pool reached her ears through the vent in the door.

"Jesus," Les was saying, "where do you get off being such a jealous bitch?"

"Me? Where do you get off being such a righteous bastard? Wiggling your cock in front of her like that?"

"Maybe I'm bored… maybe I'm looking for something strange."

"You bastard

"Go to hell."

Nikki couldn't mistake the sound of a hand smacking against flesh.

"You shouldn't have done that," Les said.

"I'm going up to the house. "Good," he called after her, "Just stay in your own fucking room tonight," Nikki heard Denise call from a distance.

She sighed in relief. Nikki didn't know or care what the argument was about. She did care that Denise was gone. With Les alone she might be able to survive an hour or more by the pool. With both of them together, she knew it would be impossible.

Les was a junior, about two years older than Nikki, He tad tried to date her several times but she had never accepted. Resides, going with Jack Marsh for so long, Nikki was a little afraid of Les. He had a lot of his father in him, used to getting what he wanted, and not taking no for an answer.

She opened locker doors until she found one with clean beach towels and another with a tiny bikini. She checked the bra size and, for some reason, smiled with smug satisfaction when she saw that it was a cup size too small for her. It was obviously Denise's suit.

She stripped down to her panties, dropping her clothes on a bench. She had just pushed her thumbs into the waistband of her panties to roll them down when, behind her, she heard the door open.

She grabbed a towel and, in one motion, draped it around herself and turned.

It was LCS.

'Excuse me… I just wanted to get some matches from my shirt," he said, moving close enough to touch her.

She huddled in the towel, knowing that her crotch, in the panties, was exposed below it. She didn't dare pull the towel down or her nipples would be exposed above it. She waited.

"Well?"

"You're standing in front of the locker than has my clothes on it."

"Oh," she said, and immediately jumped out of the way.

Finding the matches, he reclosed the locker door and was about to turn when he eyed the bench where she had dropped her clothes. He leaned over and picked up her bra.

He smiled out of the side of his mouth at her, then returned his attention to the bra. He turned it over and over in his hands, examining the cups with a critical eye.

"This yours?" he said.

"Yes," she replied.

"Mmmm," he said, and held it up toward her. "1 always thought there was a lot of you under all those loose clothes you wore."

"Les… please," she said, looking around for a place to run to, and finding none.