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Subject: story: "GROWN-UP GIRLS" Chapter 12: Tickling
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Chapter 12: Tickling
"Well, with any luck, she won't fall in the river again
today", Tanya said, sitting on a towel by the pool. With a
smaller towel, she wiped the droplets off her arms and the
outside of her thighs.
Grandma Trudy watched her. "You'd better take that shirt
off if you're not going in the pool again for a while. It
will soon dry in this sun."
"I suppose so. I'm just not used to sitting around half
naked."
"If you're topless, Tan, it's a good deal more than half of
you that's naked", I told her, and she stuck her tongue out
at me, the way she does. But she grasped the bottom of the
clinging T-shirt and disentangled it from her breasts,
before pulling it up and over her head. We watched as she
spread it on the hot ground. Steam rose almost immediately
from it.
"Wow, Tanya", Grandma Trudy stared at her, "I just can't
believe those titties of yours!"
Tanya was drying the tops of her breasts, and peering
around them to get at the sides.
"Here, let me do that, Tan!" I went and knelt beside her
and she handed me the towel gratefully. "Lie on your
back", I told her, and I dried her chest and stomach
carefully when her breasts cascaded to lie on each side of
her body. It reminded me of the old days, and nights.
"Sandy will be bringing your new bikini tomorrow", said
Grandma Trudy. "He's very quick."
"I can't imagine what you're going to look like in a
bikini, Sis", I said, tickling her in the ribs.
She squirmed, and her tits heaved like a pair of white
whales. "So long as it keeps these things pointing in the
same direction as I'm swimming, I'll be happy with it."
We fell silent for a few minutes as I dried around her
panties and inner thighs. She obligingly raised one knee,
then the other one in turn. Her eyes were closed. Was she
remembering the way we used to do this, as I was?
"How are the kids doing at school?" Grandma Trudy asked,
as if she needed to say something to break the spell.
"Victoria and Pansy are getting on all right", I said, "now
the other kids don't tease them so much. Victoria
straightened them out."
"I wish someone would straighten them out for Suzanne",
sighed Tanya.
"Doesn't she go to the same school?"
"No, we live too far away, and I can't drive a car. For
physical reasons!" she added quickly when Grandma Trudy
looked surprised.
"We were thinking about having a private tutor for Suzanne,
until she's old enough to go to a big school", I said,
spreading the wet towel out to dry. Tanya's tits are big
enough to make a towel very wet.
"Oh, Sis", she complained, "you know that's a no-no. I
can't get a tutor for Suze. She's going to have to survive
the way she is. Although he's going to hate it all the
more after this holiday with the others."
"Especially if she carries on growing the way she has this
week!" I said.
"It's as bad as that, is it?" Grandma Trudy looked
thoughtful.
"She comes home in tears most days", said Tanya, sitting up
with an effort and hugging her knees. It wasn't easy for
Tanya to do that, as her breasts had to hang down on each
side of her chest, where they rested on the ground.
"Why couldn't she stay here?"
"Here? For school?"
"Kind of. There's a friend of ours. Retired school
teacher. She retired early, she's not old. She retired to
look after her mother, and the lady died a couple months
ago. It's just possible Judy Thresher would jump at the
chance to do a bit of teaching again."
"It would be great, and it sounds like it would give her
something to do ... but, Gran, I really can't afford it.
She would want far more than I've got."
"Honey, I don't want to interfere with Suzanne's schooling,
or take her away from her loving mother, but if, as you
say, she's so unhappy at school, don't you think it would
be a good thing?"
"There's no doubt about that, but ..."
"... in that case, why don't I call Judy and see how she
feels? Suzanne, too. We've plenty of time to think it
through. And Tanya, if the answer's 'yes', the money's not
a problem, okay?"
Tanya was looking at Grandma Trudy. She rolled on to her
hands and knees and crawled over to the older woman like a
great big baby, except that her breasts were dragging along
the ground. She sat next to her.
"I'd miss her so much! But if she was happy, and learning,
and not being teased every day by thoughtless, cruel kids
..."
Grandma Trudy held her arms out and hugged Tanya. It was a
pretty amazing sight!
**********
At least, this time, Suzanne wasn't naked. As her T-shirt
hung on the bush to dry, the girl lay on her back in the
sunshine, and Davie tried to avoid looking at her. Without
success. She seemed to be everywhere his eyes went.
Lightly supported in her bikini top, the kid's mountainous
breasts were magnificently plump and full, and hardly
sagged at all, not like Clarrie's. But then Clarrie rarely
lay on her back, she preferred it on top.
Davie was glad he hadn't worn his jeans, his shorts would
dry much more quickly. Meanwhile, Clarrie had insisted
that he couldn't be naked in front of the girls, so she had
given him her panties to wear. Davie was outraged.
"I can't wear those!" he stormed. "They're for girls."
"Not just any girl, lover, they're mine!" Clarrie
murmured, threading the damp little garment on over his
feet and easing them up his legs. They were far too large,
even with their elastic waist, Clarrie being about a foot
bigger than the boy round the hips. But somehow, he
managed to fill them, and Clarrie's nearness, combined with
the painful sight of the recumbent Suzanne, meant that
Davie found it necessary to lie on his stomach to hide his
erection. There was another reason for his erection, too,
although it worried him. He found it incredibly exciting
to be wearing a girl's knickers. And when he thought about
it, and realised that if he was enjoying wearing girl's
knickers, there must be something wrong with him, and even
THAT thought made him excited! It was so confusing.
Clarrie lay beside him, so he was between her and Suzanne.
Victoria sat on a tuft of grass and watched them all.
"It's a pity the kipper got away", she sighed.
"Kipper? What kipper?" said Clarrie.
"Davie caught a kipper in the river", said Suzanne, "didn't
you, Davie, and it dived out of his hand in between my
titties. Head first." She peered down into her cleavage
as if she thought it might still be hiding down there
somewhere. There was room for a whole shoal of them, Davie
thought, and groaned aloud.
Clarrie sniffed. "Kippers live in the sea", she said, with
all the assurance of a young woman who worked in a kitchen.
"It must have been something else."
"A salmon", suggested Pansy.
"No, salmon live in cans", Suzanne said with certainty.
"It wasn't in a can."
"I still think it was a kipper", said Victoria. "You could
have taken it home for your supper, 'stead of throwing it
down Suze's bra. You and Clarrie could have eaten it in
bed."
"While she was sitting on your face", laughed Suzanne, and
the cousins rocked from side to side for joy.
"Why are you always going on about sitting on people's
faces, you kids", Davie whined at them. "You're obsessed
with sex, you are."
"No we're not!" shouted Victoria.
"What's sex?" Pansy asked.
"It's sitting on people's faces", said Suzanne, getting to
her feet. Quickly, taking the boy by surprise, she grabbed
his shoulder and turned him on to his back. "Like this!"
she shouted, and she hovered over Davie for a second or so,
before flopping down. In fact, she sat down a little
harder than she intended, finding balancing rather
difficult, and Davie was effectively snuffed out.
"Get off him, you'll break his nose. Or suffocate him",
Clarrie gasped.
"*You* didn't", said Victoria, "so little Suze won't.
She's only half as big as you. Well, her bottom's only
half as big, anyway. Her top's nearly the same size", she
said, finding to her surprise that it was closer than she
had imagined.
Davie wriggled, unable to escape from beneath Suzanne. He
might have managed it, but he began to realise he didn't
really want to. His struggles died away, although he made
a token adjustment of position until his nose was
comfortable.
Suzanne seemed to be enjoying it, too. She moved her hips
experimentally, and felt Davie twitch beneath her. It went
very quiet.
"Is he dead?" Pansy asked, with interest.
"He can't be, he's still moving", said Victoria, "look!"
Clarrie was already looking. The bit she was looking at
was certainly moving, as if it had a life of its own. She
badly wanted to take it into her mouth and swallow as much
of it as she could, but surrounded by nosy kids, she
wouldn't be allowed to get away with it. She let go of
Davie's prick reluctantly, having grasped it without
thinking.
"Was that nice, Clarrie?" Victoria wanted to know. "Could
I hold it for you?"
"For me?"
"Well, could I hold it for Davie, then? Couldn't I just
HOLD it?" Victoria obviously wanted to hold it.
"I don't think it would be a good idea, Victoria", said
Clarrie.
"Why not? Suze *sucked* it the other day!"
"Oh, yuck", said Pansy, "don't keep reminding us of that!"
Clarrie looked at Suzanne, who was taking no part in the
conversation. Her eyes were closed and there was a smile
on her face as she knelt astride Davie's face, moving
languidly. Davie was throbbing away oblivious to
everything but the amazingly fragrant little bikini pants
which filled his horizon. Not like Clarrie's bottom at
all, exciting as it was; Suzanne smelled like fresh sweat,
and sweet cookies, with just a hint of cheese. He took a
deep breath. He was in no immediate danger of suffocation,
although all the time he was getting closer to drowning.
"Ooooh!" Suzanne sighed, opening her eyes very wide for a
brief moment, then closing them again. She said it again,
"Ooooh!"
Clarrie sighed and sat back. Twenty seconds at the most,
she thought. Clarrie was never one to stand in the way of
another girl's orgasm. Her estimate was correct to within
two seconds. Clarrie knew about such things. While the
other girls looked on in concern, Suzanne's movements
became more urgent, her moans built up to little cries.
"Suze?" said Victoria.
"Zanne?" said Pansy.
"Ooooh, Davie!" moaned Suzanne thoughtfully. A well
brought-up girl, her first thoughts, despite the intensity
of her feelings, were for her partner. She climbed off,
and stood up, flexing her knees. "That felt nice!" she
said to Clarrie. "I think I know why you do it now."
"So glad", said Clarrie, shakily.
Davie still lay on his back, shuddering.
"He doesn't seem very happy", Victoria said, "do you think
*he* enjoyed it, too?"
"I think it's time we went back home", said Clarrie, "fetch
your clothes, Suzanne. And bring Davie's shorts. He can't
go home like this." She needed Davie alone, as a matter of
urgency. The poor boy had been left in a state of deep
need. And so had she.
**********
"Here they come", I said, "they look dry enough from here."
"Davie looks a bit muddy", said Tanya. "So does Suzanne's
shirt."
Pansy, as ever, took on the role of courier. "Mummy!" she
cantered up to me, with Daniel bounding along behind her
like an adoring puppy. "Guess what? Suzanne fell in
*again*!" She sighed heavily. "I simply don't know *what*
we're going to do with her!"
Victoria and Suzanne were dragging along, taking their
time. Clarrie and Davie had gone straight into the house,
Clarrie leading the boy by the hand. If I hadn't known
better, I'd have imagined she was dragging him along. The
door closed behind them.
"It's good to see Clarrie looking so relaxed and casual",
said Grandma Trudy, with a secret smile. "When Sir Roger's
here, she has to wear her uniform all the time."
"Her *uniform*?" said Tanya.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it! I'll tell you what. It's
cruel, and we shouldn't do it, but I'll tell Maisie to make
the girl wear her uniform to serve dinner tonight. Then
you'll see!"
"It sounds intriguing", I said. It did.
"Oh, it is! Just you wait 'til you see her! Now then,
what's been keeping these two?"
Victoria and Suzanne finally reached us.
"Has Pansy been telling tales again?" said Suzanne,
defensively.
"She said you'd fallen in the river again", I said.
"Nothing else?" Victoria asked quickly. Too quickly.
"What else should she tell us?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing happened, anyway."
"And if she did say anything else happened", said Suzanne
helpfully, "it's all lies!"
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