My Adopted Daughter 3

Once we got back from shopping the days passed pretty normally, or at least how I figured they should have passed. Tracy, Shannon and I had made the rounds, going to art museums, resturants, and places we thought Shannon had never gone. The world seemed to be opening to her. She asked a lot of questions, never really getting inappropriate, but the words that she spoke always came back to me. What secrets did Tracy tell her were ok? Everytime I looked at either of them that is what plagued my mind.

It was summer, so Shannon was not scheduled to go back to school for another five weeks, time which we had to fill with getting to know her, her getting to know us, and getting her to feel comfortable with her new home. Tracy had run through her vacation days, so on Monday, she was well gone when I woke up. I reached over searching for her, but her pillow was cold. I knew it must be late, and when I looked at the clock, my suspician was correct. It was already 10:20. I jumped out of bed, why I have no idea. I was on break as well, not scheduled to go back to the university until fall.

I stepped into my jogging pants and pulled a teeshirt on and went out into the kitchen. Shannon was sitting there eating a bagel and watching cartoons.

“So you found yourself something to eat, huh?”

“Yeah.” Her eyes didn’t leave the television.

“So what do you want to do today?”

“Do we have to do anything?”

“No not if you don’t want to. We can just sit by the pool if you want.”

“That sounds great.” She still didn’t look away from the television. “But, oh.” She finally broke with the screen, “I don’t have a bathing suit.”

For the first time in a few days I had really bad thoughts. “Well we can just lazy around here. I have plenty of reading to catch up on.”

“Oh.” She looked me in the eyes. “But I mean would sitting by the pool make you happy?”

“Sure. Nothing wrong with having a beer and enjoying the water and sun.”

“Well lets do that. I can just lay by the pool. Can I wear one of Tracy’s suites?”

“Not sure it will fit,” Ok so the devil was coming back to me, “but yeah that would be fine.”

I suddenly wondered if I needed to offer sun screen to her. Strange I know, but thoughts of being racist came over me. I figured I would just have it there and see what she did. I told her were Tracy’s suits were, and got dressed, got a book, and made my way to the pool.

I sat down on my chair and adjusted the umbrella so there wasn’t any sun on me, and started reading a book I had been dying to get into. I suddenly heard a splash. Shannon’s head peaked above the water, the waves she made causing a stir in the pool, and she came over, just in front or me and put her chin on concrete wall.

“Tracy’s suite doesn’t really fit me.”

“I’m sorry. Then why did you come out. You didn’t have to.”

“Well you wanted to be by the pool.”

“Shannon. Just because I want something doesn’t mean you have to do it too.”

“Its fine. I don’t mind. Just don’t laugh, ok?”

“Why would I laugh?”

“Because it doesn’t fit me well.”

“I’m sure its fine.”

I went back to reading, trying not to think anything about it, and she continued to move around the pool, swimming, jumping, and generally entertaining herself like a young child would. Eventually she stepped out of the pool, and I looked up. I couldn’t look away. Tracy’s generous top barely contained Shannon’s humongous tits. They overflowed the top, causing even her nipples to show. She saw me looking at her.

“I told you it didn’t fit.”

“Its ok hun, do you want to go get a tee shirt?”

“No its fine. I’m soaking wet. Do you mind if I just take this thing off?”

“I’m not sure if that’s appropriate.”

“Its fine. You’ve seen them before.” Before I could say anything, partly because of my shame, and partly because she moved so fast, she pulled the struggling clasp in the back and her tits fell to her stomach. I could have seen them every day of my life and still never seen anything so beautiful, but she reacted as if it was normal. She laid down on the chair right next to me, and closed her eyes. I sat transfixed on her nipples. They were hardening with the cold air, and I felt life in my shorts. She moved her hand up with her eyes still closed and pulled on her left tit, obviously for some itch. It was more than I could take. I watched as the slight motion made they move back and forth, and when she shifted her weight and they giggled, all I could think about was taking a cold shower to control myself. The pool would have to do.

I walked into the pool so I wouldn’t bother her. I didn’t think I could take any more movement of her chest, and surely couldn’t take her getting close to me. I swam a few laps and then paused to take in the weather. It was warm, but not hot, and the cool water was more than a relief to the thoughts that I was having on the chair. Even with the water though it was hard to take my mind off her. Every lap brought a quick glimps of her, and that small moment bought a different sexual position and act to mind. I was leaning against the opposite wall when I suddenly felt Shannon’s presence behind me. I felt her tits against my back first, then her hands went over my eyes, “guess who?”

“I have no idea.”

“Shut up.” She laughed and swam away.

She swam away from me, and I went after her. She seemed to enjoy the chase, and played like she was trying to get away. When I got to her I grabbed her by the waste and picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. Her stomach was pressed against my shoulder and as I walked with her there I could feel her tits slap against my back.

“Let me go.”

I panicked.