Good Morning Girls

Fbailey story number 414


Good Morning Girls


I walked out my back door and looked over to see Monica the woman on my left sunbathing on her chase lounge lying face down with her bikini strings untied and her bottom pushed down far enough to show just a hint of her ass crack. It drives me crazy and I think that she knows it.

I looked over to the right and saw Amber and her friend Heather sitting on a towel in their bikinis trying to get a better tan on their legs or something.

I smiled, tilted my head, and said, “Good morning girls.”

Oh my God you would have thought that I had slapped them in the face.

Amber shouted back quite loudly, “We are women now. Not girls! My brother fucked us both last night.”

I looked at them in disbelief then I looked over at Monica. She was staring at me, her mouth was open, and she too was speechless.

When I looked back at Amber her hand was over her mouth and Heather was punching her in the arm calling her a blabbermouth.

I looked over at Monica again just in time to see her sit up and cover her breasts with her one hand and arm. I got to see her dark areolas and nipples, but just for a brief moment. She picked up her bikini top and called over, “Would you like a glass of wine?”

I said, “Yes, thank you” and the two girls also said, “Yes.”

I looked to them and then to Monica. Monica said, “Okay. I have enough for everyone. We can drink to womanhood and the men that gave it to us.”

As I stepped down from my back porch the girls, sorry, young women rushed past me on their way to Monica’s house.

When I got in her door Monica had her top back on and was trying to open the bottle of wine. I took the bottle and pulled on the corkscrew. I also told her that I would buy her a better opener. She laughed and said that she had better openers but that if she struggled enough men always opened them for her.

She poured four equal glasses even for the younger women. The girls drank them down like Kool-Aid and Monica filled them again. I looked at Monica and she smiled at me. Her and I had only drunk half of our glasses when the girls were asking for their third one. Monica handed me the corkscrew and another bottle of wine.

Within the hour Monica was asking the girls to tell her about becoming women. As they started talking Monica put her hand on my leg and pulled it up higher. I put my arm around her shoulders and rested my hand on her breast. She smiled at me, pulled her hand up closer to my crotch, and then we listened to the girls talk.

After they finished telling us the story of her brother fucking them last night Monica said, “I cannot believe that you girls let that little rat bastard brother of yours fuck you when you could have had a real man.”

The girls looked at her in shock.