Four Sisters (Mffgg)

The story that follows is a complete fantasy of mine. It is based on some real people but the events depicted are what I hoped would happen, not what actually happened. Can you imagine four girls, ages 8 to 14, hanging out with a guy 24? Like I say, pure fantasy, but in my fantasies, things like this happen all the time.

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My Dad used to say, "You only live once but, if you play your cards right, once is enough."

I finished college a year ago and found myself in the throes of the greatest recession (I won't use the word 'depression') since the 1930s. Hundreds of resumes sent out, perhaps 40 interviews, networking with all my college chums, college placement services -- nothing!

I figured I had enough money to last a year if I kept my expenses down. The realization that the summer was nearly over and that winter was coming on really bummed me out. Then I saw this poster advertising Mexico and I recalled some of my college chums talking about spring break in Mazatlan. I got on the internet and found I could rent an apartment for six months for half what I was paying for the dump I was in. Food and booze would be cheaper -- tequila IS one of the four basic food groups, isn't it? I could do my job search on the internet from Mexico just as easily as I could from Chicago. Bingo! I was hooked

The apartment I found was really a house -- two bedrooms, a small kitchen, a large living room and, best of all, a walled yard in front planted with a profusion of blooming bougainvilla, hibiscus and an assortment of tropical shrubs and trees -- bananas, oranges and limes. In typical Mexican fashion, inherited from the Spanish, the yard was completely private. Not a single window anywhere overlooked this little paradise on Calle Victor Ruiz. I could work on my all-over tan while sipping beer or margaritas, cooled by a soft ocean breeze.

Calle Victor Ruiz is actually about six blocks from the beach but the soft ocean breezes still cool the yard. In summer, mid May through mid November, all bets are off. The neighbors turned out to be 75% Canadians escaping the bitter winters up there, some Americans and a few wealthy Mexicans. Most were retired, in their sixties or seventies.  Every one of them seems to have a thirst for adventure, a curiosity, an itch to experience life in every way. I like these people.

One Canadian family a few doors down... (I should mention, in case you haven't been to Mexico,  that all your see from the street is walls and doorways. Now and then you can see inside and what you usually find is a small, private paradise like the one I have.) Anyway, this Canadian family had four daughters, the only kids in the neighborhood.

I was walking back from the local super mercado, really not much more than the tiniest of 7-Elevens, plastic bags dangling from each hand, when I saw her approaching, walking a dog -- a Jack Russell terrier. She was blonde, slim, long-legged, had curves in all the right places and looked to be maybe 16. She wore sandals and a bikini and was completely out of place in this neighborhood. Sure, most people here walked around in swim suits and sandals but there's a huge difference between a woman of, say, 70 and a girl 16. No way I could pass this up!

"Hi," I said as we drew near.

"Hey," she answered. She stopped -- and so did my heart. "I haven't seen you before," she continued.

"I just moved in."

"How long you here for?"

"Six months," I said.

"Me, too." She looked me over. "You're the first young guy I've seen -- I mean, except for the mexican kids."

"Young? I'm 24."

"That's young. Everyone else here is, like, a hundred."
I laughed. "So, how old are you?

"15...well, almost 15. My birthday is next month."

"So young..." I muttered, not intending to say it audibly.

"15 isn't young -- unless you're one of those old guys."

"I guess you're right. So, where do you live?"

"Just down here, number 33. We come down here every winter 'cause my dad works for an agricultural company in Culiacan. He lives there during the week but he comes here on weekends."

"Bummer," I said.

"Yeah. Mom's here but we don't really have anyone to just hang with."

Be still my heart! "Who is 'we'?"

"Me and my sisters. I'm Chrissy and I have three sisters, Mary, Katie and Jill."

"Hi, Chrissy. I'm Steve. I'd shake hands but, as you can see, I don't have a hand free."

"'s'ok."  "Maybe I'll see you again," she said as she smiled invitingly and walked on. 

When is it that young girls learn that smile? You know, the one that seems so innocent but so sexy at the same time, the one where the mouth smiles sweetly but there's a little larceny in the eyes. Chrissy could teach the subject. I had to walk the few hundred feet remaining to my house in a semi crouch, bags held in front of me as my mind went into overdrive.

I could see myself romancing her with a candlelight dinner -- meatloaf (that's all I could make for company), packaged scalloped potatoes and one of those orange and red-onion salads they have here. And wine! Could I give a 15 year-old, no, 14 year-old wine? The dream dissolved into doubt about the time I reached the heavy wooden door at the entrance to my little garden. I hadn't figured on having to get my key out when I loaded myself down with bags at the market. I was still learning the ropes.

I tried to conjure up the romantic dinner once more -- without the wine -- while I put away the groceries. Chrissy would be dressed in a revealing tank top and, of course, shorts to show off those great young-girl legs. I'm sure she knew she had great legs. Girls that age are proud of their new features -- boobs, legs, hips -- and use every opportunity to see how well they work to attract guys -- even guys 10 years older.

I would serve dinner outside in the garden on a warm evening. I made a mental note to look for some patio lights at the local Home Depot. There was a small cast aluminum table with two chairs that would  serve perfectly. It was rather low, intended for drinks and snacks rather than dinner, but, in my mind, I saw Chrissy leaning forward to use her fork and her loose top would gap open. I imagined two nice breasts, perhaps not more than a mouthful but nice, with pointy nipples being revealed beneath her top. She would know I saw them.

Damn! I could feel myself stirring 'down there' as the scene became more vivid in my mind. I saw us kissing and fondling one another before we retired upstairs for the indoor games. 

No. She's only 14. Much too fast, I thought. Instead, I saw us smooching in the garden in the moonlight. I felt her hand on my thigh. I saw myself moving my own hand up and carelessly brushing a breast and I heard the barely audible sigh that my touch produced. I felt the soft, pliable titty cupped in my hand soon after and heard her breathing quicken. I had to adjust myself in my shorts; my reverie was affecting me the same way it was affecting my dream girl.

I fixed myself a couple of fish tacos with the little piece of fresh Mahi-Mahi and a cabbage slaw I keep in the refrigerator and took it out to the garden to eat in the shade of the little palapa there. I looked around as I was eating and felt the warmth and beauty of the place clear down to my bones. One bone had been soft until a few minutes ago.

I washed up the plate and frying pan, shucked my shirt and shorts, put on my robe and went out into the midday sun. (I have the robe handy in case someone at the street knocks at the heavy door to the patio.) I laid the robe on the chaise and stretched out on it, my front receiving the heat from the sun. I was still semi-hard.

I closed my eyes and the dream began again, this time with thetwo of us -- Chrissy and me -- lying side by side in the sun here in the patio. A second chaise had somehow materialized in my mind, reminding me that I should look for one when I was looking for patio lights. We were both naked in the sun.

I looked at her, completely relaxed and at ease with me, a shiny sheen of perspiration on her tummy, a flawless tan indicating she was quite used to being nude at home. She had soft curls of light brown hair at the delta where her legs met and almost invisible little blonde hairs on her legs above the knees. She apparently shaved her legs from the knees down. Her toenails were natural but well cared for. I liked the idea that they were not the deep red women like.

I like natural -- whites, beiges, bone, yellows. I like slim legs and small boobs. Chrissy was all of these things, I imagined. I could see her at an art show in a few years in a white sleeveless shell sweater, tan slacks, bone thin-strap sandals with two-inch heels and two items of gold jewelry, a neckless and a series of bangle bracelets. She would not be wearing underwear and she would be the most beautiful girl in the room and she would be on my arm.

Geez! I just met the girl, she's 14 and I don't know if she'll ever want to spend a minute more with me. On the other hand, she HAD flashed that sexy smile and said she 'hoped' she would see me again. I think that's what she said. I hope that's what she said.

I went to the little neighborhood market in the late morning every day for a week or so before I saw the Jack Russell again, this time being walked by a tiny cute blonde of eight or so. 

"Hi," I said. "You must be Chrissy's sister." "She looked at me blankly. "I'm Steve," I continued quickly. "I met Chrissy here last week when she was walking your dog."

Her face brightened. "Hi," she said. "Chrissy said there was a new guy here."

"She did?"

"Yeah. She said you were kinda shy."

"Shy? I'm not shy. Well, maybe around a beautiful girl I am. Am I blushing now?"

She laughed. "I'm not a beautiful girl."

"Well, maybe pretty is a better word. But you'll be beautiful in no time at all."

"Like Chrissy?"

"Yeah. If anyone can be as beautiful as Chrissy I'll bet you will be." Now it was her turn to blush. She changed the subject.

"Do you like dogs?"

"I LOVE dogs. As a matter of fact, you can bring your dog ... what's his name?"

"Cha-Cha."

"Well, you can bring Cha-Cha over any time you want and he can run and play in the patio?"

"How big is your patio?" she asked.

"It's big. Plenty of room."

"Ok. We just have a tiny little garden in front. Our house takes up most of the room."

"I guess it would, with four girls plus your parents."

"Yeah. I share a room with Katie but the big girls have rooms of their own."

"And my patio could be Cha-Cha's room."

"Cool," she said. "Can we come over today?"

"Sure. You wanna follow me now or come over later?"

"I can come now," she said, so we walked together to #9, where I was staying.

"Oh, this is soooo cool," she said when I opened the heavy door. "C'mon, Cha-Cha, let's run and play."

I closed the door and she removed the dog's leash. He immediately started to roam the entire patio at a trot, stopping to sniff every bush and chair leg and marking a few of them.

"I love this place," she gushed. "Wait 'til I tell my sisters you have this big patio. Sometimes we go to the beach but the boys there bother us all the time. This is so cool. We could lie in the sun here without people trying to hit on us."

"I would have to get some more chaises," I said.

"Oh, right," she said noticing for the first time that there was just one. "Maybe we could just lie on the ground on our towels."

"That wouldn't be very comofrtable."

"We don't have enough room for anything but one chair and a table and you can't lie down on the chair."

"So maybe I'll get some more chaises."

"Would you? That would be waaay cool."

My heart was racing as I considered my next move, the acid test, the Rubicon, the point of no return. Go for it, I decided. "But there's a small problem," I told her.

"What?"

"I don't like tan lines, so I lie out here in the nude."

"Oh," she said, drawing the word out to "Ohhhhhhhh" as she thought about it. "So do we, at home. I mean in Canada in summer. We can't do that at the beach."

I continued, hoping to set the hook. "So, if you're comfortable with that, we can all tan together. Otherwise, we can sit and talk -- with our clothes on -- while Cha-Cha has a chance to run around and play." But I wanted to get back to the clothing optional thing. "So you like to be nude, too?"

"Yeah, sorta," she said cautiously. At home there's this place down by the creek where there's sand and we go there to swim and then dry off in the sun. We don't wear any bathing suits."

"It's a nice feeling, isn't it?" I added, baiting the hook.

"Yeah," she said, thoughtfully.

"So, if you want, let me know and I'll buy some more chaises and towels and we can can all work on our tans without anyone bothering us -- while Cha-Cha plays in the yard," I added.

"Ok," she said, acknowledging my comment but not agreeing to it. "I'll ask my sisters. I gotta go now." She hooked up Cha-Cha's leash and I let her out.

I didn't see either girl for several days, in spite of repeated trips to the market for an item or two at a time. I'm sure the proprietress, a little old lady who looked at least a hundred years old, was thinking I was turning senile at 24, returning endless times for items forgotten on the last trip.

I was sunning one bright day almost a week later, dozing after reading only a few pages of the novel I was plowing through while my mind wandered to thoughts of nearby pleasures, when the front gate buzzer sounded. I rose, donned my robe and opened the door to find four girls, the two I had met and, presumably, the two other sisters. They had Cha-Cha with them.

"Can we come in?" Chrissy, the eldest, asked.

"Sure." I stepped aside, holding the door, while the five of them -- four girls and the dog -- trooped in. One of the girls I hadn't seen before was holding her hand over her mouth, looking aside and giggling. I looked around to see what the joke was. "What's so funny?"

The giggling sister continued, now uncontrollable. Chrissy said, "She's thinking about your robe."

"What about my robe?" I said, looking down and tugging it to see if I could find anything wrong.

"Not your robe, exactly," she continued and her face flushed.

"What, then?"

"Ummm...we've been talking about how you like to tan in the nude and how you keep your robe handy in case someone comes to the gate."

"So?" I was trying to act confused but wanted to lead her on to talk about nudity. I shut the gate.

"So...ummm... she knows you don't have anything on underneath."

"She's right," I said, throwing all of them into gales of laughter. "So you're all imagining what I look like, right?"

The laughter calmed down to twitters as Chrissy continued as spokeswoman. "Yeah, I guess."

"That's understandable," I said. "Look, you're all wearing shorts or bathing suits. I wonder what's under there all the time. When I see a pretty girl, and if my mind isn't occupied with something else at the moment, I sometimes imagine her standing there naked. I create an image of her in my mind." They all started to get a little nervous as they thought about being naked in my mind. "Don't you all do that sometimes?"

"I don't," said Jill, the youngest.

"You will," I said, "when you're a couple years older."  They all looked at Chrissy.

"We were thinking," she said, "that maybe we would like to tan in the nude, too -- over here. But not today," she added, quickly. "My sisters wanted to meet you before we did anything. This is Mary," she said, pointing to the elder of the two, "and this is Katie," touching the other girl.

"Hi, girls," I said, shaking their hands. "Now we've met."

Chrissy went on, "Maybe just Jill and me at first."

"Ok," I said.

"After a while, when they feel ok about it, maybe they'll come, too."

"Ok. So how many chaises should I buy?"

They looked at each other, back and forth. One by one the two new sisters shook their heads almost imperceptibly. "Two," Chrissy said.

"Ok. Two it is," I said, smiling. "Let me know when I should buy two more. But don't wait too long 'cause I want to make sure I can get ones that match."

"Ok," Chrissy said. "When can we come back?"

Oh, I thought to myself. She sounds anxious. "Tomorrow," I said. "I'll buy the two extra chaises this afternoon."

"What time?" she asked.

"Well, make it sometime after ten. Sometimes there's fog until then."

"Ummm... So, what if we get scared and don't want to take off our clothes?" she asked tentatively.

"That's ok, too. Just do whatever you feel like." I liked the open-ended feel to that. "...but I'll be taking my robe off whether you do or not."

"Yeah," she said, looking nervously at the others. They stood on one foot and the other for a minute or so, not quite knowing what to do. Finally, Chrissy said, "Is it ok for us to stay for a while today?"

I figured I knew what she (they) wanted. I was flattered. I do have a pretty good body and I'm not ashamed to show it. "You want me to sun without my robe?"

"Ummm...yeah....sorta."

"Whattaya mean 'sorta'?"

"I mean, yeah," she said quietly, looking at the ground.

"It's ok with me," I said. "You see," I went on, "I think nudity and sex are natural things and have been since forever. It's only in the past couple hundred years that people started getting all shy about stuff like that. So, when you're here, try to think of this place as the Garden of Eden where you're free to do or say anything you want. If you ask me something, I'll answer honestly and I will expect you to do the same. Got it?" 

I saw and heard an assortment of shy nods and mumbled uh-huhs. "Forget about being shy here. We're all people and we have these wonderful bodies and we should feel proud to show them off," I said, sitting on the chaise, still in my robe. I did let it gap open just a bit, however and saw some nervous glances.

"But I don't got anything to show," said Jill. We all laughed.

"You don't have to have anything to show. A girl's or guy's body is beautiful with or without boobs or hips or whatever." She looked relieved to hear that.

"What about me?" asked Mary, the next eldest. "I'm too fat."

I looked at her and wrinkled my eyebrows. "You're not fat," I said. "You're not slim but you're not fat, either. Just a second while I imagine you with no clothes on," I joked. I held my fingers to my forehead like a swami conjuring a vision. Mary was embarassed as I mentally undressed her.  "I see a beautiful body," I said at last. I see beautiful curves and smooth, beautiful skin. I see a beautiful woman." She smiled, relieved again.

"What about me?" Katie asked. I guessed Katie's age at 10 or 11. Like Mary, she was brunette, hair cut very short. Curious; four sisters -- two brunettes with blonde boolends. Katie still had no waist, coltish legs and just the beginnings of swollen nipples under the little bikini she was wearing. She hadn't really started -- or was just now starting -- her growth spurt.

"Hmmm," I said, scratching my chin. She looked worried. "I see a girl about to become a woman. I see her sometimes wanting to ride her bike and sometimes wanting to kiss boys. But she's sad a lot because she feels like she's a lot older than the boys her age. She wants to hold hands and touch and be romantic but they just say 'Ewwww' and run off. I see a girl who needs to be around an older guy.

Katie's eye were wide as I finished telling her this. Evidently, I had hit the nail squarely. I think I had a convert. Mary was going to be more reluctant, though, because of her weight. To be honest, she was a little chubby but, at her age, it still looked like baby fat and I suspected it would disappear soon as she became more and more conscious of what she needed to attract boys.

It was now or never. Time for action. "I'm going to get some sun," I said as I opened my robe and stretched out on it on the chaise. The girls were surprised at how quickly I had become naked in front of them. Jill stood nearby and stared unselfconsciously at my semi-hard member. Chrissy walked away blushing and retending Cha-Cha needed some attention. The two middle girls, the ones I had just met minutes ago, didn't quite know what to do.

I was resting on my back, my hands behind my head, fingers intertwined, showing my manhood prominently. Jill continued to stare, Chrissy busied herself with Cha-Cha and the other two tried not to be caught looking. They were curious but embarassed. 

"Why is it sticking up like that?" the unflappable Jill asked.

I looked down at what she was referring to. I was getting harder each moment. "That's what happens when I look at pretty girls."

"Oh." She paused a moment to think. "So, why does it do that?" 

"Because boy people are like boy dogs and boy fishes and boy birds -- we're always thinking about sex and when we do we get hard."

"You're thinking about sex?"

"Not really. Not exactly. It's just how boys react."

"Cha-Cha does that sometimes. His peter gets all red and sticks out."

"Yep. Same thing."

"Oh," she said, dropping the line of thought but clearly aware there was more to it than I had indicated. The two middle sisters, who had certainly already had "the talk" with mom or dad giggled and turned beet red.

"But it'll get soft again in a minute or two," I said. "I'm going to get some sun. You can come back tomorrow and I'll have another chaise for you to lie on."

"And one for Chrissy, too?"

"Yes. Two more."

"Three," I heard softly spoken. The sun was in my eyes so I couldn't see who had said it. "Four," I heard Mary say. 

"Ok," I said. "Four it is. We'll have fun."

"We gotta go," Chrissy said, hooking Cha-Cha's leash. The others muttered assent.

"Ok, then. Sometime after ten tomorrow."

The girls headed for the gate. I got up and refastened my robe to hold the door for them. Once outside with the door closed behind them, I heard squeals and laughter as they finally relaxed and realized what they had committed to do. I wondered how many of the four new chaise longues I was going to buy this afternoon would go unused. Who knew? I'd know tomorrow. Meanwhile, I had some furniture shopping to do.

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I write, usually about a young girl and an older man, for my own pleasure. My stories usually have a kernel of an actual event in them but they are sheer fantasy. I will sometimes see a young girl at the market or riding a bicycle or waiting in line with friends for a movie and my body will literally twitch with excitement. Not just ANY girl; some girls. There is no way I would ever approach one of these girls but I do fix an image in my mind of their faces, figures, clothes and body language. I then dream, like a perverted Walter Mitty, about what might have happened had we actually met. 

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