Tempting

My wife frowned. "Hmmm. They've never done that around me. But then again, how else can they maintain their all-over tans? You have to admit they have impressive tans."

I griped, "That's not the point! They have to do that when I'm not around! There have been times I've caught them lying face UP! Totally naked! Of course I averted my eyes, but still. They go too far!"

"Honey, they're very keen on their tans. Just don't go outside when they're around."

"But it's summer and they're around and partially or totally naked ALL THE TIME! You don't know what it's like, since you're in the office from nine to five, or more. But I work from home. There's no escape for me. They don't stop when they're inside either. Michelle in particular, she's been constantly gallivanting around in all manner of thongs and underwear. Always with those giant torpedoes of hers freely swaying and bouncing. I never get used to it. It seems like whenever you're not around she finds some new excuse to walk around topless."

Mindy tilted her head to one side, now very curious about our daughter's antics. "Like what?"

"Like, she comes into my den almost every morning wearing nothing but high-cut lacy panties, asking me if I've seen her bikini. As if I'm the keeper of her bikini! No top! She just stands there with her big bare boobs bouncing around. One can hardly call her panties 'panties,' either. They're more like see- through thongs. And I'm always sitting at my desk and she always has to walk by as if it's deeper in the room somewhere, so…"

Mindy asked, "'So…' what? … Oh, I get it. There's not much room to squeeze by, is there? I'll bet there's a lot of, 'Be careful, you can poke someone's eyes out with one of those things.' Right?"

"Yes. She practically shoves her wobbling torpedoes into my face like, well, like she wants me to suck! You know, on one of those … things."

My wife suggested, "Nipples. Her erect nipples."

I nodded shamefully. "They're inches away. Inches! I mean, lately she's practically stopped any pretense. She just walks right up and pretty much just shoves them, well, you know…"

Mindy giggled. She seemed quite amused at how prudish I got when discussing my daughter's body. "So the torpedoes were launched from the submarine."

"Yes. Full-scale assault mode." I frowned. Michelle's breasts are hard to describe. Firm and high don't even begin to convey the way they practically assault you, they naturally jut out so far. I jokingly call them the "twin torpedoes," and Mindy naturally likes to play off of that conceit.

And if they're F-cups, then Ruby's must be E-cups. At least Ruby's don't jut out so much, but they're still firm and high and flawless, like you'd expect on a teenage centerfold.

Min joked further, "Watch out. If you get your usual big erection around her, you just might poke an eye out with that thing too."

I was exasperated at my wife's attitude. While she had a tendency to crack jokes at just about any time, our moods were rarely as out of sync as they were now. And then there was the problem that she was

Still constantly fidgeting about like she had a twitch in her leg she was trying to shake off, rubbing her thigh up and down against my stiff dick half the time. The insistent throbbing in my erection had almost stopped, but now it was back with a vengeance, especially after all this discussion of my daughter's incredible breasts.

But I still tried to take the high road. I said, in the most somber tone I could conjure up, "I've been wanting to tell you so badly, but I thought I could sort it out by having a serious talk with her and simply telling her not to do it. I've talked to both of them, actually, multiple times. But it doesn't do any good! You know how willful they are. They never listen!"

I sighed. "Every morning, when Shelle comes into my den wearing just her panties, I try to have a serious talk with her. Then I'd see her like that and she's SO drop dead gorgeous and I just can't put the words in my mouth to say no and then she smiles at me, that real sexy smile of hers and my heart melts like butter and-"

I was talking pretty fast all of a sudden and getting overheated as my frustrations poured out of me. I stopped and tried to collect myself.

Mindy calmed me down with another simple, "So what else happened with her today?"

"Oh. Right. So we ate lunch. Ruby had come over by then. Lately, they start in with the nude sunbathing right away. That gives them the excuse to come into the house in nothing but teeny tiny thongs. I swear, they might as well be completely nude. Especially in the back, their ass cheeks are completely uncovered. It's obscene! I have to repeatedly tell them to put their bikini tops back on when inside the house, but they never listen. The two Hellions are perfectly content to eat lunch with me completely topless."

As an aside, I should mention my wife and I frequently and semi-jokingly called Michelle and Ruby the "Hellions," the "Gruesome Twosome," and occasionally even "Satan's Hell Spawn," because they're always together and always getting into mischief.

I asked, "How can a man eat lunch when those twin sets of E-cup perfection are staring me in the face? Of course I had to tell them to dress decently."

"An F-cup and an E-cup, Honey. Michelle is an F-cup now. Ruby's the E-cup."

I noticed Mindy seemed unusually proud about our daughter's breast size, and even Ruby's. Aren't women supposed to get jealous about those kinds of things?

"Right. Well, that's even worse! I'd made the lunch. I had to tell them no bikini tops, no food. So thank God they finally put their tops back on and we ate lunch without too much trouble. I went to the den and resumed writing. I was going to write a big naval battle scene, but no. I was so worked up that I wrote this HUGE torrid romantic subplot instead, involving the first mate and the ship's female prisoner. So I kind of let all my feelings out like that for most of the afternoon and I was feeling a lot better by the time five o'clock rolled around. I got up to have a snack and Michelle was there in the kitchen, looking all sexy and curvy and sultry as usual, and still wearing that same damned blue bikini."

I practically cursed, "Damn that thing! She said she was going to the hot tub, so I joined her there. Ruby was there too, in her favorite red bikini. As soon as they had me in the tub, they took their bikini tops off. We sat and talked and had fun for about twenty minutes. Then we went inside and watched TV."

"That sounds harmless enough."

I sighed heavily. "That's because I left out one shameless detail. When we were in the hot tub, Michelle

Cuddled up on one side of me and Ruby cuddled up on the other. They pressed their bare breasts into my chest and said all kinds of arousing things! They made jokes about the large size of my penis! They were super affectionate and kept kissing me. Not on the lips, of course, but still. And worst of all, I didn't stop them! Hell, I knew what was going to happen even before I went into the hot tub, because this has become part of our daily ritual. But I actually look forward to it, that's how fucked up it's gotten!"

I looked at my wife plaintively. "I should have said something before, but I kept telling myself that I could stop them, that it was just a phase. But since summer began and they have so much free time, it's gotten exponentially worse!"

Mindy looked at me with a grave expression. She wasn't in a jokey mood anymore, it seemed. "I see. And then?"

"That's it. Ruby left, and then you came home a few minutes later."

I thought my wife was serious, but she smiled and giggled again. Her worries seemed to have dissolved. "Ah. I remember. You practically attacked me with your welcome-home kiss. If I wouldn't have gone straight upstairs under my own power, I think you would have carried me, or just taken me on the spot. You were unstoppable. The sex was fantastic! Mind blowing! And then again, just now, it was practically even better! Did Michelle get your motor running?"

I frowned, because I had to admit it was true. "Yeah… You can say that again. Her and Ruby."

"Is that why you've been fucking me to death every day I've come home for the last week plus? Mind you, I'm not complaining. I love it! If the Hellions teasing you gets you that horny for me, then I say let them keep teasing!"

I sighed heavily. "You don't understand. It's not just them walking around topless. It's practically adultery!"

She frowned. "What do you mean? Did anything else happen today that concerns you?"

"Well… Yes. The two willful Hellions, they got to talking about their bodies when we were in the hot

Tub. Specifically, their breasts. They know how much I love big breasts. With their upper bodies out of the water, they cupped their breasts and asked me which one of them had a better rack. Of course I couldn't say; I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings."

Mindy said, "But Michelle's ARE a little better aren't they? They're significantly larger than even Ruby's giant gazongas. I'm happy with my D-cups, but Michelle's seem twice as big as mine, at least! And the way they jut out, completely defying gravity... "

I looked at my wife like she was crazy. "Are you listening to me?! You seem more interested in their boobs than my troubles."

"Sorry. That was completely inappropriate. Please continue."

"Speaking of completely inappropriate, they just kept on holding their breasts up and even caressing them, pinching their nipples and so on. They even offered me a feel. It was so wrong! I really should have brought this up with you before, before it got out of hand-"

"Has Michelle taken her bikini bottoms off inside the house too? Has she walked up to you totally naked?"

I noticed that Mindy was asking me the strangest questions – they seemed almost voyeuristic, more like pillow-talk than the concerned parental talk she should have been making. What's going on?! What's happened to my wife?! This is not how she should be reacting, at all!

I replied to Mindy's question if Michelle had been nude around me inside the house, "No, not per se, although I've seen her totally nude enough times lately."

"How so?" It appeared that Mindy was starting to get concerned again.

I explained, "It seems every time I knock on her door, she says 'come in' but then she acts all surprised and she's either in the middle of undressing or just plain standing there naked. I tell you, it's a set up, every time. Not that it matters much anyway, because that cursed blue bikini is just about the same as being naked anyway. I can see everything, if you know what I mean. Then when it gets wet, I really CAN see everything! And then there are her white panties, which get so transparent when wet that it's not even funny. I can't help it, Sweetheart. Sometimes, I can't help but look down! We have to do something about the clothes she wears, and fast!"

Mindy swung her lower body off of me, which was a great relief because the way her leg was twitching against my erection still almost drove me to distraction. But then she started to draw the traces of various female panties on my hips, as if I was wearing them. "Dan, I agree. How about this kind of cut? Do you think she should wear this kind? Or what about this kind?" Her hands ran all around my groin. My erection was flopped up against my upper abdomen and kept getting in the way of her panty outlines, so she finally held it down with her other hand. That turned into a solid grip.

I knew she was just trying to playfully tease me some more, and the only strategy I'd been able to come up with over the years that had any hopes of derailing her was to try to play dumb and not encourage her. So I said, "Sweetheart, whatever shape of panties you think is best is fine with me. The important thing is the fabric. It can't be all thin and lacy. I can… I can see … things!"

All of the sudden she looked right into my face with spooky eyes, and said in a frightened voice, "Can you see… dead people?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her reference to "The Sixth Sense" movie. It was great how she always made me laugh, but I wasn't in the mood.

So again I tried to keep the conversation on track. I decided to ignore the fact that her hard nipples were still pressed into my chest and her hand was tightly wrapped around my engorged dick, without even the silk sheet in the way this time. I soldiered on. "All day long, I'm trying to get things done in the den and she's either going to the pool, in the pool, by the pool, or coming from the pool. Usually Ruby is with her, or sometimes Ruby comes to tempt me on her own. Worse, they frequently have all their cute young friends over and they all cavort around the pool!"