It was summer. She had been sunning herself; I was in my shorts and a tee-shirt and flip-flops. My shorts were as tented as the canvas we guys had erected on our camp-out, earlier in the season. If I had not been crouching, she could have seen the lodge-pole at my crotch. But now the medicine had been applied and it was time to stand. I did. She turned around. I knew from the look in her eyes, she knew of my condition, it was a look of understanding and one of sympathy and one of… of…?
“What would my hero, the slayer of the flying monster that attacked me, like for his reward?” I knew that sultry tone of voice. It meant that you were going to get what you wanted, but would have to pay a price. Like when I was a kid and she had asked, “What would you like to be paid, for shoveling the snow from our driveway?” Yeah, the treat was a couple of beers and a back-rub from her. I was a couple of years younger and she knew what I wanted back then. She knew what I wanted now too. So she was using her sexy body for my enjoyment and her purposes. But why? Not that I really cared much at the moment, my male mind having gone stupid at the sight of her gorgeous ass. “Would you like this?” she asked.
With a flick of her fingers, Shannon undid the towel and it dropped. There she was in ALL her glory! The burnished muff, like copper Brillo. The round bright pink nipples popped out like push buttons, the best tits of the six that graced my three moms; their shape, the classic upslope and swelling down curve. Her flat taut tummy, which those exercises at the gym maintained; the legs that were two sculpted pillars of perfect proportions. Even her petite feet were a turn-on. My gaze zoomed up and down in seconds trying to gather it all in, focusing on parts and compiling the feminine form as a complete whole.
How could I blame Danni for falling in lust with her, discovering the beauty of bi, with a babe as ravishing as she? Certainly there was love too, I mean we all loved Shannon, she just had that kind of magnetic personality. She was certainly attractive physically to my biological mother, Danni; and to me obviously, and I had long admitted it. Maybe dad too, though he dared not ever indicated it, except in the chastest of compliments, if he wanted to keep his head (and dick) from being chopped off by Susan. Even Susie admitted the stunning glamour of Shannon. In fact, I’m pretty sure that there might even be a curious inkling in Sue as to what Danni gets from her sexual relationship with Shannon.
So you get the picture, super-model redhead naked, youth having hard-on right next to her. THEN she pulls me into her arms and kisses me. Not a mom kiss, not French either, but a big juicy lip lock so hot that it would melt steel. My bar pressed against her abdomen was oaken and it just ignited. She breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, “You’ll have to come back later, and see if I need to have a poke in the ass with your stick again.”
Of course my ‘stick’ was actually poking her front, but the double entendre is obvious in its meaning, even if the shift in the needle of her sexual compass is confusing. But who am I, horny guy, to question another opportunity to have even a passing perusal (if not an actual ‘poke’) at any of her anatomy? Something was up, and I don’t mean my meaty member which certainly was. But what Machiavellian machinations Shannon was hatching, I wasn’t concerned with at that point. I simply asked, “When”?