Horny Little Women Pt3

As the family sextet sat down for supper that evening, the atmosphere in the room could be cut with a scalpel. Leaning over his food, Matthew Ryder could feel several pairs of eyes boring into him like lasers. Glancing up, others at the table tried to avoid his gaze completely. In the space of a couple of days, his arrival had turned the family of nubile women and their libidinous mother into a lustful harem. No one, not even young Amy, wistfully counting down the hours to her fourteenth birthday, had been unaffected by her brother’s presence.

For Matthew it was a dream-come-true after seventeen years on a tight leash, made even more exciting by the fact that the girls and their mother thrived upon it as much as he, if not more. And, the more time that passed, the more wanton their desires became, their limits and his pushed further and further. What had occurred that afternoon in Jo’s bedroom would surely remain with him to the grave.

The meal gobbled down a little too swiftly to save further embarrassment Matthew excused himself from the table, hurrying outside into the welcoming air of the garden. Yet before he’d even stepped off the patio Meg, Beth and Amy surrounded their brother like a pack of paparazzi to a Hollywood A-lister. “Is it true, Matthew?” queried Meg, the eldest sister.

“It can’t be,” added beautiful brown-skinned Beth breathlessly, frizzy brown hair dancing in the breeze.

Matthew blushed and raised his hands in protest.

“What?” appealed Amy, having heard a rumour but kept frustratingly in the dark, as ever, by the others who deemed her a baby.

“Amy, butt out,” warned Meg, exercising her seniority. “This isn’t for little girls’ ears.”

“I’m not a little girl,” Amy appealed.

Yet the bookish glasses, blonde ringlets and slight body did little to dispel the accusation. “Yes you are,” replied Beth firmly.

“No I’m not. I hate you,” Amy cried, oval glasses steaming up, light curls animated.

Despite her youth, Matthew couldn’t help but think how sexy she looked when pouting and angry.

“Amy, I won’t tell you again,” Meg warned, wagging her finger and losing patience both with Amy’s persistence and Matthew’s stubbornness.

As Matthew wandered off in the vain hope of clemency, he began to think that earlier maybe hadn’t been such a good idea. As the entourage reached the end of the garden, with Amy still in tow, Meg snapped. “Amy, get back to the house now or I swear all your birthday presents are going on eBay.”

Amy stomped her foot and created hell but, with Meg’s threat carrying so much gravity, grudgingly she did as she was told. “Tomorrow,” she stated with authority.

“Tomorrow,” Matthew concurred in a whisper, adding a consolatory smile.

Amy smiled back, her ocean blue eyes radiant, adolescent body oozing frustration.

Climbing over the wall, Matthew atempted hopelessly to shake off his two fervent pursuers. “So, is it true?” pleaded Beth. “God, I wish I hadn’t gone to Alice’s.”

“And I wish I hadn’t stayed late at work,” complained Meg.

Matthew smiled in relief. The girls, it seemed, were more jealous than upset. Well, he had tried his hardest to treat them all equally since his arrival, so there really could be few complaints. Hopping across the log, he teased: “If you want to know any more, you’re going to have to catch me first.”

With that he tore off into the woods, the two sisters in hot pursuit. The chase took them down a labyrinth of forest paths and the familiar hidden dirt track to the lido where the previous day the adventure had begun. This was where he and Meg had first become acquainted whilst spying on the courting couple. A lot of water under the bridge since then, it was impossible to predict what might happen next.

Despite his youth an afternoon of incredible and mind blowing sex had drained Matthew and he pulled up at the water’s edge, offering no further resistance. “You two never give up,” he observed through staccato breaths.

The girls took up positions either side, feet dangling. Matthew looked out across a surface of that resembled a giant silver platter, mind busily replaying the afternoon’s events. Just thinking about it again made him hard, the power of male erectile regeneration a wonderful asset. All three gazed down in unison at the bulge that threatened to erupt through the front of the khaki shorts, Beth licking her lips furtively. “Tell us Matthew,” prompted Meg, her frustration reaching boiling point.

Matthew grinned inwardly, knowing just how to handle the situation to elicit the maximum tease effect. “It’s private,” he said nonchalantly.

Both girls sighed in frustration and it was left to Beth to try to clinch the deal with the offer: “Please Matthew, tell us what happened and we’ll do anything you say.”

That and the big brown Bambi eyes and fluttered eyelashes Beth saved for occasions like this had the desired effect, though still Matthew teased. “I thought you sisters told each other everything?”

“I think Jo was still a little dumbstruck,” observed Meg with a giggle. “Just what did you do to her, Matthew?”

Matthew laughed. Growing in confidence and other places, he enquired of Beth: “You said you’d do anything I asked?”

He didn’t need to say another word.