Stacy 5 - Sex Stories

Stacy 5

... last week had brought to my life. Stacy. In just a few short days she had flipped from being the insufferable bane of my life to the highlight of it. Maybe while I was away in the army she grew up from the annoying c***d, who existed purely to torment me, into the beautiful young woman she now was. Except Stacy was still "the brat". When we were alone she was totally different, but in company she put in extra effort to wind me up and goad me into making a fool of myself. Her duality was both erotic and infuriating; the very essence of Stacy herself. I was just about to touch the wall at the deep end when I heard, "Where is a Great White Shark when you need one?" I stopped swimming and trod water as I looked up to where that familiar catty tone had come from. Stacy was sat cross-legged at the edge of the pool. She hadn't dressed yet, but if she had been pantyless in bed she had a pair on now. "Who needs a Great White when there's a mouth as big as yours around?" I retorted with a grin. "Oh, Puh-lease! Spare me your attempts at wit, Jack. They're hardly worth the effort it takes you." I frowned and narrowed my eyes at her. "What have I done to piss you off, now?" "Well, breathing was a start, but it's a very long list." "Stacy..." "It was for you," she said, acidly. I hadn't a clue what she was on about. "What was?" "The phone, dumb-ass. Don't tell me you didn't hear it ringing." "I didn't." "Well it did, and was for you." I took a deep breath to remain calm. "Are you going to ...

... tell me who it was, or do I have to guess?" "It was Miss Moneybags. She wanted to remind you not to have anything to eat so that you could both have a meal when she takes you out for a drive this afternoon." Oh. Damn. "Look, Stacy, it's not what you think..." "What would you know about thinking? You've never done it in your life so don't try and start now." "Will you shut up and let me explain!" "If it needs an explanation then there is definitely something going on." "Oh, for fuck's sake!" Just then, Kimberly stepped out onto the patio. Like Stacy, she was still wearing what she had worn to bed, but now also had on a skimpy pair of light blue panties. "Stacy?" My little s****r twisted to look behind her at her friend. As she did so, her long, honey-blonde hair slid around her shoulder and hung down the front of her chest, well past the little peach-sized buds of her breasts. "Yeah?" "Is it okay if I have a shower?" "Sure. There are plenty of fresh towels in the closet." My s****r turned and shot me a dagger-sharp glare and then got to her feet. "Hang on Kimmy and I'll join you." "Stacy!" I called to her retreating back. "Drop dead!" she snapped without looking back and disappeared into the house. "Fucking brat!" I hissed, and launched myself into another lap. ++++++++++ Half an hour later, I surged from the pool and grabbed my towel off one of the empty sunloungers. I was in a black mood now, and had been unable to shake it despite the vigorous exercise. Dabbing at the water ...