The Swap

“Hey, we got a chance to get the girls somewhere this weekend where we can be alone with them.”

“What?”

“We can get them alone, then let’s fuck them, I get your sister, you get mine. It’s time they experience more life, they’re old enough.”

“Salli barely turned fifteen, Ria is what, fifteen this week?

“Like I said, old enough. I bet you’d like a shot at Ria’s pussy; your eyes are glued to her ass all the time.”

“She does have a nice one.”

“Yeah, it looks even better in the flesh.”

“You’ve seen her ass?”

“Every once in a while, I’ll kind of forget she’s taking a bath and barge in when she’s out of the water and using a towel on her naked body. She screeches and tries to push me out, when she does, Ria invariably drops the towel which allows me to accidentally touch some part of her. It’s almost a game between us, I’ve been watching her grow since way back when, and she’s beginning to look tasty.”

“Ever screw her, she looks fuckable?”

“Not yet, but I saw Presley screwing her last month, she may be young, but she looked like she was having fun.”

“Your little brother? He’s sixteen, her fifteen?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t look so little, and they looked like they knew what they were doing.”

“They know you watched?”

“Nah, since then, I’ve been kind of hitting on her, prepping her, I’m pretty sure Ria is ready to get some experienced cock, but don’t want to scare her off by exposing I know what she’s doing with our brother, the time wasn’t right.”

“Yeah, Salli is getting ripe too, I’m sure she hasn’t flopped yet, but Melba told me she caught the girl riding her fingers, she may be ready to be persuaded. So, what are you talking about, you want to sneak our sisters to a motel for the weekend?

“No sneaking, it’s my mother’s suggestion, it’s Ria’s fifteenth birthday and mom asked that we brothers take the girls to Adventure Country for a weekend-long celebration, it’s a big park, we’ll need two days — and two nights.”

“Your mom suggested we screw your baby sister?”

“Fuck no, just that we take them to the park, she’s gonna fork over the funds, but the rest is my idea; I mean, ‘when opportunity knocks’…”

“Yeah, open the fucking door. If we do this, let’s take the bikes. It’s not too far for a day’s ride and the girls are always thrilled to ride with us. A hundred miles with a big twin between their legs should help loosen them up. Have Ria call Salli and invite her, then I can clear this with mom.”

“I’m gonna check Airbnb, we’ll find somewhere with a tall fence around a big hot tub. We’ll let the girls drink some booze, then get into the spa. If we treat them as women, not girls, they will respond like women who are drunk, daring and having fun. They’ll shed their swimsuits quick enough, then giggle like shy little girls when we toss ours; after a couple more shots of something, we’ll get a shot at them; if that’s the game you want to play.”

“What if they don’t want to drink?”

“I scored some Ryphonal.”

“Date rape drug?”

“Yeah, works every time.”

No, let’s not, but I’ll bring my stash, we can get them stoned, I’m not ready to drug and rape my little sister, they may be more pliable when they are high.”

“What’s more pliable than a drugged woman?”

“One that is awake and high, you know damned well, stoned girls fuck like they want a kid, it’s a major turn-on for me.”

“Good plan, don’t forget to load up on protection, I doubt any kiosk in a children’s park sells them.”

“Okay, I’m good to go, but one condition, I fuck both girls, you can too.”

“Of course.” With that short affirmation, Joe agreed that he and I would screw our younger sisters.

After a motorcycle road trip, we brothers spent seven hours following the two excited girls around some of the many rides and attractions in the park. Both were dressed in loose short-sleeved pocket tees and summer shorts so I spent a lot of time observing how our sisters were developing. Over the day our conversations became more concerned with how we would spend the night. Joe and I kept reminding the girls of the jet-powered hot tub and the freedom of doing any damn thing they wanted. By the time we mounted the bikes for the short ride to the cabin, the girls were excited about what was to come. They didn’t know what Joe and I planned, but our sisters were experiencing freedom for the first time, and Ria was getting flirty. We ordered delivery pizza to the single-family, two-bedroom rental, fenced, with hot tub. The girls started the evening in daring, two-piece swimwear with not a lot of material to cover the intriguing signs of young womanhood. When we joined our sisters, we surprised them with goblets of wine. They were delighted to be considered old enough, “It’s your birthday, we have Italian DNA,” Joe justified to Ria when she asked why.

After a bottle of wine and a lot of cheerful playing, teasing, horseplay, and ‘don’t tickle me!’, we decided the time was right to expose our sisters to nudism. I stood before the girls, “Hey, these shorts are scrunching my nuts, I’m gonna take them off, you can’t look, turn around until l get seated. I told them exactly what was happening, I knew fucking well their curiosity would kick in.

Salli looked up at me, smiled marginally, and asked, “Can I get more wine?” The girls splashed out of the hot tub to open another bottle. We heard a rush of excited whispering intermixed with fits of giggling, then a blast of pop music from a sound system. While they were out, Joe and I stripped our trunks and threw them to the deck where the girls would be sure to see them. When they came back, Ria looked at the wet trunks splayed on the floor, smiled, then started pulling her halter off. My sister was a bit slower, she watched Ria’s briefs fall off her legs before she began to pull her bikini off, in twelve seconds I was looking at two pretty, developing teens who felt free enough to strip nude for their brothers. My dick began to pant. They laughingly climbed into the tub, then sat on a bench across from us. I wanted the girls to know they were affecting me so I admired their nudity, “Hey girls,” I said, “you two look pretty hot like that.”

It was the perfect thing to say to two liberated, early teen girls, Salli blushed prettily, but said only, “Yeah, this is fun.”

I pressed on, “Joe and I want to get stoned and smoke some pot, but I’m not sure you are old enough; you have to stick to wine.”

Salli asked, “Uh, Reggie, you smoke marijuana? I didn’t know that.”

Great, I had her attention, “Girl, there’s a lot of things you don’t know about dear ol’ bro. Yeah, I smoke pot, have since I was fifteen, you have to wait another year.”

Joe climbed out of the spa, his dick was on full display for the young females, and they were looking; my sister said, “I want to try it too,” she looked at her friend, “we both do.”

“No, you’re too young, we don’t want you running around half-wild, looking for trouble, stick with the wine.”

“We won’t be running around; you guys are here, and you won’t let us do anything stupid will you?”

Two sets of hopeful eyes locked on me as I stood, at first, they were looking at my face, expecting me to say something, but as I ignored them to pour more wine, four eyes drifted to my midriff and below.