The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI

... trouble,” I whispered, leaning forward put trying not to make my erection obvious. “If someone busts us, my parole officer will shit. I might go to jail – and not juvie this time.”

I looked up at the clock. It read 12:21. Nine more minutes to closing.

“Relax,” my mother said. “Everything will be fine.” She pulled her bikini top back up and slipped back into the middle pool. Jesse followed her, but Megan climbed out of the water and approached me, sitting on the lounge next to my legs. The too-large swimsuit gapped liberally, showing her pert, tight breasts.

“Hey, you're wet,” I said.

“Yes, I'm really really wet,” she said, smiling. She leaned over and pressed her body against the leg of my slacks, then rung her hair out over my crotch. She soaked my slacks through, pasting them to my leg, making my burgeoning erection stand out.

I looked over at the clock. 12:24. Six minutes to closing.

Megan ran her hand slowly up the inside of my now-soaked thigh, slowly stroking my meat through my drenched slacks. Any chance I had to losing the erection disappeared. I looked over at the pool. My mother and Jesse were in the near corner. Their faces were inches apart, their bodies pressed together. I couldn't see for sure because of the water angle, but I was pretty sure our mother's hand was between Jesse's thighs.

Jesse leaned in and kissed our mother.

Suddenly one of the college girls noticed what my mother and Jesse were doing. She tapped her friend and they ...

... both started watching. I cursed. This wasn't going to end well.

By this point, my sister and my mother were fully engaged in a girl-on-girl kiss. Their breasts were pressed together and my sister's legs were wrapped around our mother's hips. She wasn't grinding yet, but I was sure that would follow shortly.

The clock read 12:26. This last four minutes couldn't go fast enough. Megan knelt on the lounge and straddled me, leaning down and kissing me, pressing her almost-bare breasts against my chest. She started unbuttoning my shirt.

“Look, wait, I can't...” I protested.

“A guy can't get in trouble for not wearing a shirt in a pool, relax,” Megan said.

“But I can if the girl taking it off me is almost out of her top and straddling my boner.”

Megan unhooked the last button and pushed my shirt open, pressing her chest against mine and planting a kiss against my lips. She pushed her hips down so her vulva was against my cock.

When Megan came up for air, I looked at the clock. 12:29. One minute. Just one minute.

It flipped to 12:30. I gently pushed Megan’s lips back from mine.

“That's it!” I hollered. “12:30! Everybody out!”

The couple who had been in the corner climbed out of the pool and left quietly. The two college girls who had been watching my mother and Jesse go at it, were more reluctant to leave.

“Hey,” I called. “Out!”

They hesitated. My mother noticed them watching and pulled away from my sister.

“You guys want to watch?” she asked, an ...