Amy looked over at Katherine, puzzled where she was going with this. Now that Christine's resistance was crumbling, Amy didn't want to let up the pressure one bit.
But Katherine had to maintain her role as the grossed-out sister, even as she schemed to help Amy. Earlier, when Christine was talking about the football-player problems, Katherine had gone inside to use the bathroom, and on her way back she stopped by the kitchen to see if there was anything there she could use to help her scheming. She'd found just what she'd been looking for. She hadn't had a chance to clue Amy in, but she was sure Amy would know how to respond.
So she said, "You know what? I'm getting the munchies. Christine, would you mind if I raid the fridge for a snack?"
"Yeah, no problem. Let me get up and help you."
"No way! You look too comfy there. I can find things myself. Either of you want something too?"
Amy was puzzled, but she agreed after seeing a private encouraging wink from her sister.
Christine gratefully declined, She absolutely did not want to show either her erect hard nipples nearly poking through her suit or her flushed face in the clear light of the kitchen. This fit perfectly into Katherine's plan.
Katherine was back in only a minute or so, because she knew exactly what to get. As she drew near the hot tub, she said, "Look. Popsicles!" She brought forward one red cherry-flavored and one purple grape-flavored Popsicle from behind her back and held them up. She unwrapped the red one and gave the other one to Amy.
Christine, sexually naïve as she was, didn't see anything untoward about Popsicles, but she should have wised up once Amy and Katherine started licking them.
The two girls sat in the hot tub, side by side, directly across from Christine, as they enthusiastically enjoyed their frozen snacks. The brightly colored Popsicles stood out in the soft light of the hot tub. Not only were they perfectly cylindrical; the heat of the hot tub caused them to immediately start to melt so they quickly began to look like stiff dicks covered with grape or cherry pre-cum.
Christine thought as she watched them, My God! I must be losing my mind. I must have sex on the brain because it looks to me like they're not licking Popsicles, they're licking cocks! Good God, I can't believe I just used that word, but it's true. "Cock." Look at the way their tongues go up and down and around and around... It's totally erotic! Why do the two of them have to be enjoying those damned Popsicles so much? They look like they're about to have an orgasm or something, just from
eating those things. Damn!
I wonder if giving a blowjob is kind of like that? It's such a bizarre idea, licking a penis...
Amy said between licks, "You know, I don't mean to beat a dead horse, but I think we should finish off our old topic before moving on to a new one. I have to totally super double duper agree with Katherine here about my boyfriend sleeping around too much. I think it would be much better if he limited himself to having sex with only a dozen or so women."
Christine blurted out, "A DOZEN or so?! How many is he sleeping with now?"
Amy licked and licked in a particularly intricate pattern of quick small licks, alternating with slow, whole-tongue languid licks running the entire length. Then she finally stopping to answer, "Hard to say."
She licked some more, knowing Christine was mesmerized by the sight. "He spreads his seed all over the place. He's always like, 'Oh, by the way, Aims, I popped another cherry today.' But..." - she paused briefly to take the end of her Popsicle into her mouth, just like she was swallowing the whole of Alan's bulbous cockhead - "I worry about him, I really do. I mean, just look at this whole football-player problem. People talk and get all jealous-y. If he doesn't stop bonking every E-cup and bigger hottie that he meets, he's gonna get beat up, like, super bad!" She paused to swallow the Popsicle even deeper than before, as if she was trying to deep throat it.
Christine swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of the fact that she had F-cup breasts and that she was considered quite a "hottie" despite her "Ice Queen" reputation. Her clit was throbbing with need, a sensation she found to be more than just a little distracting.
She found her hand drifting through the water down to her pussy, but she managed to hold back from touching it.
Katherine paused her lewd licking to add, "Christine, you've taken on the role of Alan's bodyguard, and as his sister I really appreciate that. I mean, I'm sure Amy and I speak as one when we say that we don't want to see him hurt."
She licked and licked and licked. She practiced her mother's "candy cane" and "polishing the golden doorknob" techniques while Christine stared intently. "Mmmm. Yum. Where was I? Oh yes." She licked again, this time in a slow spiral from bottom to top. "But you should consider that maybe there's more than one way to be a good bodyguard. If you could help Amy and others keep him so sexually satisfied that he isn't out there all the time looking for new girls to, er, well, do you-know-what with, then he wouldn't get into so many dangerous situations in the first place. Basically, keep him away from the Heathers of the world, if you know what I mean."
Amy nodded as she sucked. With a faint pop she pulled her lips off what looked like a bright purple erection-on-a-stick and then said, "Yeah, it's almost like your duty to have sex with him. A lot!" She giggled.
Katherine pretended to disagree. "Oh come on, that's overstating it. I don't know if I'd say DUTY, even if she is his bodyguard." The area around her lips had become red from the cherry Popsicle. It looked just like smeared lipstick.
Christine closed her eyes. She couldn't deal with watching them lick any longer. To make matters worse for her, now they were holding their Popsicles close to each other, and from Christine's perspective it almost looked like they were licking the opposite sides of one long erect cock. She thought such things were only in her overheated brain and briefly wondered if she was on the verge of losing her mind.
She mumbled, "I don't know. This isn't what I imagined at all. I mean, it just seems like yesterday when Alan asked me out and I turned him down. Then later, when I started to reconsider, I imagined wine, candlelight, and roses. You know, something really romantic. But now Alan's like this, this..."
Amy suggested helpfully, "Unstoppable, relentless sex machine?" She'd mercifully finished her grape Popsicle, but she seemed fascinated by the remaining wooden stick. She was staring at it intently and running her fingers up and down it in an extremely suggestive manner.
Christine didn't consciously realize what Amy was doing, but she found it strangely alluring. She said, "Exactly! I have to admit that I'm more than a little bit aroused thinking about your offer,
but it's still such a come-down from when he could have been all mine. We could have been a couple!"
Amy said sourly, "That's ancient history. You don't even wanna go there." Then she dropped her near growl and continued in her usual bright tone, "But Alan can be VERY romantic, and there's no reason why he can't be romantic with you, even as he screws your brains out and leaves you gasping for more. Take me, for instance. The night he deflowered me was soooo romantic! There was candlelight and rose petals strewn all over the place! And I had these big bows all over my naked body and he undid them one by one as he covered me with kisses. I'll tell you, I was shivering with excitement all over. And that was even BEFORE he put his thingy in me." She deliberately failed to mention that Katherine was responsible for the petals and bows.
Shivers of excitement raced up and down Christine's spine as she imagined being in Amy's place. She was gratified to learn that Amy had exactly the kind of romantic experience she was longing for. That increased her hopes that she could have her own heart-melting magic moments with Alan even as he gave her orgasmic pleasure beyond her imagining. Her fingers finally couldn't take it anymore and jumped to her pussy. She thought the others wouldn't be able to see what her hand was doing underwater, but even so, she was still too self-conscious to rub herself. Instead, she pressed down with her palm, as if she could push her arousal away. But that pressure only stimulated her more.
Amy turned to Katherine. "Was that better? Didja notice I merely said 'he put his thingy in me'? I didn't talk about 'slipping.' I didn't go on and on about how it feels as he slips and slides his monster log so incredibly deep, filling me up, making me proud to scream his name at the top of my lungs all night long. I didn't even call it a 'big thingy,' even
though fitting the head of his thingy into my mouth is like trying to swallow an apple whole."
"Okay, okay, that's better," Katherine replied, trying to hide a smirk. "But when you were talking about the things you didn't say just now, you actually said them! So that's nearly as bad."
"Oh. Oops." Amy had a lot more experience in playing naïve than Katherine did, so she had no problem hiding her smile and looking contrite. But on the inside she was having a great time.
Christine tried to keep a neutral face, but thought, Amy's just the most adorable thing, but she's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Talk about a fluff head! She stared off into space, thinking about Alan. Her fingers began to rotate a little over her clit without her consciously thinking about it.
Katherine could see that Christine was in a dreamy mood, and was obviously starting to imagine some of the things that she and Amy had been describing, so she said, "I hate to be a party pooper, but once again, I just have to ask if we could please talk about something other than my brother and his incredible sexual prowess. In fact, what if we don't talk about anything at all for a little while? It's such a beautiful night and this hot tub feels great. I especially love these underwater jets. I've got one right where I'm sitting. Christine, Amy, have you two tried this? You have to sit right up next to it and feel it on your skin. It's like a powerful massage, but without any hands."
Amy scooted around until she found a jet. "Oooh! Cool! Too cool for school! It's like an ass massager! That feels great! It's like all tingly and stuff!"
Christine obligingly moved to the jet nearest to her. She'd idly run her hands through the jets before, but never tried using them as a massager of sorts on her private parts.
She'd been sitting with her ass on the bottom of the hot tub, which covered her to her neck. If she moved in front of the jet while sitting like that, it would hit her in the back. But she realized that if she sat like Amy was doing, up on her knees, she could get the jet of water to hit her in the ass. In her current excited state that sounded a lot more appealing, and she figured the others wouldn't know or care, especially since they both had their eyes closed at that moment and looked like they'd be that way for a while.
She closed her eyes again as she slid her ass into position. Aaaaah! Oh my God! This feels fantastic! Why didn't I ever try this before? I guess there's a lot of things I've never tried that I need to try. Thank God for good friends. And Amy's right, it IS an ass
massager. Especially if I put it right there. Oooh... Or there... Oooh! It feels like there's a hand on my ass!
And not just any hand, but Alan's hand! Dammit, every other attractive busty woman is having sex with him, so why can't I? It's not fair! Just once... At least once... I want to find out what the big deal is all about. It must just be the most incredible thing imaginable. If there's anything worth swallowing my pride forOH GOD! JESUS CHRIST!
Christine had started shifting her ass around a bit as she grew more comfortable with the jet of water hitting her skin. She'd been avoiding the ass crack area except when moving the jet from one ass cheek to the other, but she'd lost her concentration and somehow found the jet directly striking her perineum. In fact, she discovered that if she moved just right the jet would shoot between her thighs and stimulate her pussy and clit in an amazing way.
She felt like her whole body was screaming with delight in response to the unexpected sexual jolt. It was a close call but somehow she managed to avoid screaming out loud.
She opened her eyes, certain her obscene deed had been detected. But Amy and Katherine still had their eyes closed, making them seem completely oblivious. Amy actually looked like she'd fallen asleep smiling, although Christine recognized the "awake but dreaming" relaxed look common among nighttime hot tubbers.
Feeling relieved that she hadn't humiliated herself, she tentatively put herself back in position so the jet could stimulate her perineum and on to her pussy. She didn't need to put her hand down there anymore because the jet was doing it all. God, that feels beyond incredible! Just like what sex with Alan must feel like. Although actually, it's probably not even close. I mean, this is just water shooting past my pussy. Imagine a big fat cock sliding right into it! It must be to die for! If only...
But what am I waiting for? I already made a pathetic, fumbling attempt to seduce him today. The less I think about that incident, the better. But the fact is, he wants me, and I want him. So what's the holdup? I saw the way he was staring at my bare breasts at the
beach. I just need to do more of that. Seduce him. Like take him to this hot tub, for starters. This would be a perfect seduction spot...