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SSC: Oops 19a
(****, M/F, Intense, nc, spanking)
Little sisters can be trouble. (Approximately 489 words. Originally published 1998-07.)
"How about we go skinny-dipping?" Randle said boldly as he climbed out of the pool.
The beautiful blonde woman lying on the lawn chair gazed at him coyly. "You're crazy -- it's the middle of the afternoon. The neighbors might see."
"So?" Randle replied, yanking his trunks to his ankles and proudly revealing his toned body in all its glory.
Chrissy grinned at her husband. "You have persuaded me!"
The shrill cry of the telephone interrupted any further developments. Seconds later, Chrissy was kissing Randle on the cheek and preparing to run out the door.
"That little sister of yours is always interfering," he mumbled.
"It's not her fault her Jaguar broke down."
"What's she doing all the way out on the west side, anyway? It will take you an hour to get there!"
Chrissy checked her watch. "Probably two, with traffic. I'll be back as soon as possible." She gave him a final kiss and vanished.
Reluctantly, Randle went back to his swimming, alone. After a dozen laps, he was startled by a shadow.
"You're back already?"
To his surprise, it was not his wife who stood at the end of the pool, but her sister Dani. At twenty-seven, Chrissy was a beautiful woman, but her little sister had inherited everything she had and more. At nineteen, the girl was breathtaking and she knew it. She went through men and her trust fund at the same breakneck pace.
She was dressed in the skimpiest bikini Randle had ever seen -- and he was a professional lifeguard.
"What a shame Chrissy's not here," she said slowly, biting her lower lip and grinning at Randle. "I guess you and I will just have to come up with someway to amuse ourselves..."
"Dani!" gasped Randle, his mind spinning.
The girl laughed and tossed her wisp of a bikini top at his face. With a giggle, she dove into the water and emerged next to him. Before he could move, she kissed him, her tongue finding its way into his mouth.
"Dani, stop that!" he hissed, pushing her away. "I'm married to your sister!"
"Oh, I don't mind." The girl reached below and grasped something that definitely did not belong to her.
That was the last straw for Randle. With a roar of genuine anger he swept the girl over his shoulder and quickly strode out the shallow end of the pool.
"Oh, yes!" cried Dani. "Ravish me!"
Sitting on the lawn chair, Randle flipped the squirming bundle of delightful feminine charms across his lap and proceeded to spank the exposed buttocks as hard and fast as he could.
"Ow! Stop that!" shrieked Dani.
"You little brat!" growled Randle. "I'm going to spank you until you can't sit for a month!"
"Nooooooo!" howled the hapless girl. Her dreams of lying within the muscular arms of her sister's studly husband had indeed been met -- but not as she'd imagined.