The Best Week of my Life Pt3

Wednesday

Under normal circumstances, a storm would dampen my mood irrevocably, but the one that raged for hours on Wednesday morning was nothing short of perfect. It meant that the three girls were unable to make good on their plan to head off to the beach and that would have seen them gone for the entire day. Instead, they were forced to stay at home with me, and to try to make their own fun.

Slumping down in an armchair opposite the coach that had become a base, my fourteen-year old sister Sophie folded her arms miserably across her chest and pouted. “Of all the days to rain! Just isn’t fair.”

Raising to glance outside in vain hope, she saw the sky continuing to be black and thunderous, with little prospect of the storm abating before lunchtime. And even then, heading to a cold and wet coast was about as appealing as a visit to the dentist. I issued a little silent prayer to God, or whoever had sent the weather to intervenr – whilst setting about working out how best to turn the situation to my advantage. “And we were so looking forward to a day at the seaside,” Sophie complained. “We even bought brand new bikinis especially. What a waste of time, effort and money.”

I sympathised outwardly, an image of the three teenaged lovelies in their swimsuits causing a silent drool, before one of those lightbulb moments that arrive every so often came to mind. Though I had to be careful and not be seen as the driving force behind the idea, the protagonist if you like. “When I was younger and it rained outside,” I mused, “me and your older brother and sister used to pretend we were at the beach.”

Fond memories of a childhood spent with Andrew and Elizabeth brought a warm glow. Being ten years younger than Elizabeth, Sophie had never got to feature in our games. Though it was never too late…

Sophie nodded, though far from receptive. Missing out on a sunny day at the seaside had made her inconsolable and this was going to take all of my guile and cunning. “We’d dress up in our beachwear, buy ice cream from the supermarket and make colourful cocktails. We got the old trampoline out and sometimes mum let us bring the paddling pool in. It was more fun than the real thing, but without the travelling. the only thing that was missing was the donkeys.”

Sophie mulled it over, my words seeming to register. “You mean like an indoor beach party?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Sophie smiled, her young and inventive brain going quickly in overdrive. “You know what Steven, you’re a genius,” she proclaimed, rising and bounding across to toss her arms around my neck.

I got a lovely whiff of scent and a nipple across the cheek as a reward. “Hey, what have I done? It was your idea,” I countered, accepting the subsequent kiss on the brow and wondering, naturally, whether those lips had been around my cock the night before. Surely not? But then the girl wasn’t averse to posing naked with her pussylips pulled apart obscenely. Speculation was rife. Within seconds, as I’d intended, Sophie had claimed the indoor beach party idea as her own and was off down the hall excitedly to sell it to her friends.

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An hour later, I lay on the makeshift sun lounger, a cold, yet sadly soft, drink beside me, owing to the antibiotics. The three girls sat in canvas chairs across the room. Endearingly, they’d actually come as a group to ask if they might join me in the long lounge that had become my temporary resting place. When I confirmed that of course they could, I was treated to the most marvellous group hug. Though, I added poker-faced, that I wouldn’t interfere with their fun, and they were to act as if I wasn’t there.

Sophie had been busy over the past hour in preparation, locating the old trampoline from the shed and the blue paddling pool from the alcove. The latter positioned by the patio doors, it rippled gently in the background. The girls were positioned the other side of the trampoline so as to be able to converse easily with one another, and at no time were all three in my immediate field of vision. That meant my eyes would dart furtively from one to another, making little appraisals. One thought above all filed my mind: just which of these seemingly innocent young girls had sneaked in last night and sucked my cock?

They chatted merrily, as fourteen-year old girls do, reminiscing upon a humorous recent episode from school, a play they’d appeared. They were giggling because little Jessie had managed to mess up the one single line she had in the whole play. In the ensuing melee, she’d tripped over a piece of stage scenery, legs akimbo and flashing her knickers at the audience in the process. Flustered, poor Jessie wet herself. The other two girls seemed to think this was terribly funny though Jessie clearly was still embarrassed, particularly now that I knew.

I smiled inwardly whilst outwardly offering sympathies, In my head I could see the scene with picture perfect clarity. My guess was that everyone who attended that play would remember Jessie’s accident in vivid detail for a long time to come. Yet the girls seemed oblivious to the power of their bodies and the lust they could so easily induce in others. As they moved on to other matters with ephemeral ease, it took a while before I was able to concentrate on anything other than envisioning the delightful little Jessie sprawling on stage and treating the audience to a teasing glimpse of her panties underneath her school uniform, then losing control of her bladder.

Despite the bickering and childish humour, the girls were mostly friendly towards one another, and I caught myself wishing wistfully that I still had friends like that. Sharing thoughts on boys and music, school and a trio of promising futures that lay ahead, like a hidden camera on a reality TV show, soon my presence seemed to be noticed less and less. But I was pleased of their pleasant company nonetheless and hearing their amusing and silly anecdotes.

Tiring of the soft drinks they’d brought in with them, impishly Sophie suggested something stronger, turning to me as the adult in attendance for approval. Not only did I provide the validation, I offered to fix the drinks for them. Naturally they protested, pointing at the plaster cast, to which I protested even more loudly, insisting that I wasn’t an invalid. In fact, I’d become quite adept on the crutches and was quickly hobbling off to the kitchen in search of something to get the party going. A generous measure of vodka added to some crushed ice and fresh orange juice seemed to fit the bill perfectly. I was sure it wouldn’t be long before I had these little minxes tipsy.

I smiled as Gina, group leader and sex object extraordinaire, tipped the triple measure back almost in one, followed naturally by her friends, anxious not to be outdone. Already I had a feeling the day was going to turn out fun, though just how much fun remained to be seen. As it was small, there was room only for two of the girls at a time to have a go on the trampoline. As I sat, I sighed at the sight of their youthful bodies, preparing to board. Modestly they still had shirts and skirts on over their bikinis, yet it was some beguiling sight nonetheless. Not many guys my age can say they’ve had the benefit of being in the presence of three cute schoolgirls. And thank God I had a perfectly legitimate excuse for being there: a lack of mobility.

As Sophie watched on unselfishly, soon her two friends were jumping about with wild abandon, spending their pent-up youthful energy by trying to bounce each other off. I lay back and tried in vain to turn my attention to a magazine, the creaking of the trampoline springs sounding rhythmically across the room. Up until the recent episode with the Tranter family, I’d never thought of myself as a voyeur, but this was simply too good to miss.

Hence I didn’t get to digest much of the magazine and, what I did, I seemed to read multiple times. Well, having these irresistable teenaged girls bouncing around in such close proximity just didn’t afford the opportunity to concentrate.