Chapter 4

The rest of the week passed with Nicole repeatedly fighting, and repeatedly losing to, the temptation to flaunt her body in front of her father. She didn't do anything outrageous like the topless "accident," at least not at first, but she started to dress in an entirely new way when Jack was home.

Luckily, her stepmother Alison was very rarely around, seeming to always be either working overtime or in church meetings. And since Alison was never around in the afternoons, that's when Nicole could wear her most daring outfits by using the excuse of trying to get a tan or just enjoying the warm sunny day.

Linda did the same, but was even more daring.

The two buxom teens had come up with a good excuse for the sudden change in clothing styles. Nicole announced to Jack that she was getting a lot of teasing from other girls in school that her outfits were too conservative and old fashioned (even though everyone wore the same uniforms at their strict Catholic school, there were many after school occasions to make a fashion reputation). So Linda was helping her redo her wardrobe from top to bottom so she could be stylish, cool, and sexy.

Once he swallowed that story, the teen sexpot used every opportunity to show her sixteen-year-old hard body to her father. She found excuses to bend over to show him her round butt, she pressed her arms against the side of her tits to make them bulge out invitingly, and she used pretty much every other form of teasing she or Linda could think of.

Jack was a computer programmer, but he had an office in his house and he was able to do nearly all of his work there. As a result, he was there nearly every single day when Nicole and Linda hung out and tanned themselves by the pool. The problem was, sometimes he would come out and be friendly with them, and other times he would remained holed up in his office. He had made clear that he wasn't to be disturbed while he was working, unless it was an emergency. It had been over a week since the topless incident, but he still rarely came out of his office until Alison came home.

Now that Linda knew about Nicole's hidden desire for her father, some of the afternoon discussions centered on if and when he'd come out to talk to them that day, and how they should look and act if they did. They also discussed schemes on how to coax him out of his office.

Nicole was such a naturally shy and innocent girl that the topless "wardrobe malfunction" was far out of character for her, and it took a few days for her to recover. She blew hot and cold, and even after the second round of incidents exposing herself to Jack, she still was reluctant and bashful most of the time. She really needed Linda there to give her courage.

Jack was very confused, because one day he'd see Nicole in one of her sexy new outfits, and the next day she'd wear one of her old, conservative ones. She often even flipped back and forth between sexy and non-sexy looks on the same day (mostly because she was especially careful about what she wore around Alison). Swimming in the pool was a good excuse to change, and then change again afterwards.

When she did wear something sexy, it was almost always only after Linda talked her into it.

So far, Nicole was still wearing her old one-piece bathing suits while hanging out in or near the pool, even though she and Linda had bought some sexy bikinis as part of their shopping spree. Linda reluctantly followed Nicole's lead and still wore one-piece suits too, until the time was ripe to make a move.

Things had been all too calm for a few days, and the foxy blonde decided today was the day. She knew now that Nicole had tasted the thrill of teasing and exhibitionism, her curvaceous friend was ripe for a new thrill. Furthermore, it was Monday afternoon. Alison had been around much of the weekend, to Nicole's great frustration, and as a result Nicole's exhibitionist urge absolutely needed to be expressed somehow.

The girls entered the pool and joyfully splashed around inside it for more than twenty minutes, until Linda said, "I think we'd better lay on the pool chairs, or we may end up losing our chance to get a tan."

Nicole agreed.

They laid in the sun for a good half hour, drying off and chatting about school events.

Finally, Linda deemed the time was ripe. It seemed Jack wasn't going to come out of his office on his own today, and if they waited much longer they would increasingly face the danger of Alison coming home early, Linda suggested, "You know... I know that we've been clever about tanning so we avoid getting tan lines, but still, there's a problem. Parts of us are just too pale, tan line or not. We have to fix that. After all, we want to get a beautiful, all-over golden tan, right?"

"Right," Nicole agreed.

"But this just won't do!" Linda complained, looking down at her fuddy duddy bathing suit. "Let's say... I try to show a little more cleavage, like this..." she grasped the top of her swimsuit and pulled it down, nearly baring her breasts. "People will see this ugly patch of pale skin below the nicely tanned parts. So what if

it fades into the pale area instead of having a sharp line? It's still too pale!"

"Yeah, I have to admit that doesn't look so good," Nicole nodded. She looked down at her voluptuous body, all too aware of her own pale areas. "Maybe you're right, but what can we do?"

"Well, we DID buy some pretty great bikinis the other day, but they just sit in drawers unused. I say" - she paused dramatically - "It's time to break them out!" She'd been hiding bikinis for herself and her friend behind her back, and she suddenly pulled them out and helped them up. "Voila!"

Nicole frowned. "Those are kind of skimpy, aren't they? I don't know what I was thinking when I let you talk me into buying that." She nodded at the orange one. "Is it too late to return it for something a little more... dignified?"

"Yes, it is!" Linda exclaimed, even though that wasn't true. "Sorry. Besides, you're probably the only girl your age for miles around who doesn't wear a bikini." She looked down at herself. "You know the only reason I wear this thing is because you insist, and I wear a normal bikini everywhere else."

"Well, that may be," Nicole said defensively, "but that's because I was raised with proper Christian values, and was taught how to be a lady."

Linda sighed inwardly. She knew that Nicole wasn't particularly religious deep down, and definitely wasn't a hardcore "Bible thumper" like Alison, but she used religion as an excuse for her bashful nature. In fact, Nicole didn't even like to go to church on Sundays very much. But Linda also knew that trying to argue with her on religious or moral grounds was a losing battle. But luckily, she now knew Nicole's secret weakness: her lust for her father.

She shrugged, and said, "Very well. But lately we've been becoming better friends with Stacy, right?" "Yeah, so?"

"Don't you think we should invite her here sometime soon, so we can have a great time tanning and hanging out?"

"Sure. That sounds great. I could use more friends."

Linda grinned, knowing her pal had just fallen into her trap. "I agree. In fact, I'll call her later. But think about it! She's not as tolerant of your quirks as I am. She's gonna insist on wearing a bikini, if she's working on a tan. And think about how she looks. She's totally hot! Most people say she's the sexiest girl in school. I think that's only because you hide all bundled up in your layers of clothes and act like an ice queen to all the boys, but that's what people say just the same. And she's serious stacked! She's got double D's, just like you."

Nicole frowned, and bit her lip. Her jealousy was starting to surge. She didn't mind at all if Jack ogled Linda, but if it was someone else, that was an entirely different matter.

Linda went for the kill. "Imagine what'll happen when your dad comes out here, and sees you and Stacy sitting side by side. You, wearing some frumpy one-piece that would make Queen Victoria proud, and her, wearing a smoking hot bikini! Who is he going to gawk at? Who is he going to get all hard and stiff over? Why, I don't think he'll even notice you're sitting there."

Burning with jealousy, even though it was only an imaginary situation, Nicole reached out and snatched the orange bikini from Linda's hands. "Let's do this!"

A couple of minutes later, they returned to their favorite outside table near the pool after changing in separate bathrooms.

Nicole was frowning even more than before, and she had her arms crossed over her tremendous rack. She looked down at her body with dismay. "How did I EVER let you talk me into buying this?! I must have been crazy!"

Their bikinis had identical designs and shapes. But Nicole's was larger due to her larger bust, plus Linda's was yellow while Nicole's was orange.

Linda looked down at her yellow bikini. "What's the problem? I think we look great!"

Nicole sighed. "My evil stepmom would never agree to me wearing this." The two girls had developed a habit of calling Alison the "evil stepmom" when talking in private. It wasn't that Alison was evil or even close to it, but the two girls were terribly jealous of her looks and her sexual relationship with Jack.

Nicole waved her hands over her body in dismay. "Look! These are NOT ordinary bikinis! Okay, I suppose the bottoms have a pretty typical cut, but the tops are just two triangles held together with some thin string!"

Linda grinned wolfishly. "I know! Isn't it great? Besides, you have your other bathing suits if you go somewhere else. Nobody else will see this one. Nobody except for you, me... and your father..."

Nicole felt a shiver of lust down her spine as she thought of showing this much of her body to her father. "Well, if you say so... Then it must be okay," she agreed in her submissive way. She didn't want to have an argument with her friend, even though the idea of wearing the bikini in front of her father made her blush and her heart race.

Linda could tell that Nicole was getting quite horny, thanks to the bikinis and thoughts of wearing them in front of Jack. She decided to strike while the iron was hot.

She went into the house without explaining herself. She knew Nicole would assume she was going to get a drink or use the bathroom. But in fact she went further into the house and knocked on the door to Jack's office.

She spoke through the door. "Hello? Mr. Devoux? I know you don't want us to bother you except in case of emergencies, but... Well, it's not really an emergency, but we need your permission for something sooner rather than later. Can you help us? It'll only take a minute."

He spoke back through the door. "Very well. But I'm in the middle of something. Just let me finish this. I'll be there in a minute or two, okay?"

"Thanks! Sounds great!"

Linda rushed back to the backyard patio. She was actually pleased he was slightly delayed, so he could be surprised by the sight of two bikinis instead of just one.

Nicole noticed the lack of any drink or snack in Linda's hands, so as they sat on their lawn chairs, she asked, "That was fast. Where'd you go?"

Linda grinned impishly. "I realized you're right. Alison's not gonna approve of these bikinis. That means you should at least get permission from Jack. He'll be here in a minute to check us out."

Nicole bolted up in her chair, setting her huge knockers bouncing. Panic was on her face. "Ohmigodohmigodohmigod! You didn't! Ohmigod! He's coming here?! Now?!"

Linda giggled. "Chill out, girl. You see him every single day."

"I know, but not like this!" She looked down at herself and saw her nipples pointing out lewdly through the thin orange top. She pinched them, as if trying to hold them back from growing even more erect. "Oh shit! Linda, help! How do I make these things go down? And fast?!"

Linda giggled some more. "You don't. And don't pinch them! That'll just make the problem worse!" She laughed, amused at Nicole's innocence on such matters. Her foxy friend had been so sexually repressed that it was like she was discovering how her body worked at sixteen.

Just as Nicole stopped pinching her erect nipples, she looked up and gasped. Her father was opening the sliding glass door already.

"Ohshit, ohshit, ohshit, ohshit!" Nicole rapidly muttered under her breath. "What should I do?! Linda quietly muttered back, "Just be cool and follow my lead!"

Jack was feeling like shit. Between feeling inadequate compared to his hot new wife and his hot daughter and her best friend, he was trying hard to diet and exercise. But maybe he was overdoing it, because all he felt lately was tired and hungry. He was somewhat out of focus as he went to the girls. It wasn't until he was already outside and less than five feet away from where they sat that it fully dawned on him that they were wearing sexy and skimpy bikinis instead of their usual one-piece bathing suits.

Even so, his mind was still elsewhere, with his computer programming dominating his thoughts. He said, "Hi girls, what's up?" in a casual tone. His jaw didn't drop, and his penis didn't surge to full erection, at least not yet. He hadn't noticed Nicole's blushing face or her stiff and protruding nipples.

Linda read his mood, and knew they still had to catch his full attention before they tried anything outrageous. She stood up with her hands behind her back, and said, "Hi, Mr. Devoux. Sorry to bother you, but we don't want to do anything naughty. Well, not without your permission." She giggled as she swayed back and forth a little bit.

The sexy tone in her voice was demanding his attention and making him take a closer look at her scantily clad and nicely tanned body. Her swaying was keeping her firm globes in constant motion.

She continued, "As you can see, we've bought these new bikinis. They're pretty ordinary bikinis, but we thought we should get your permission before we started to wear them."

Jack's brain was still trying to catch up and figure out the situation. He commented, "Well, they are pretty, uh, different from the suits you girls have been wearing."

Linda replied, "Not really, when you think about it. Sure, those covered up a lot more skin, but mostly unexciting stuff. For instance, check this out." She turned around and bent over at an outrageous angle. She was so close to Jack that she practically backed up into his rapidly engorging penis. Then she brought her hands to her ass and ran her fingers back and forth along the bottom line of her suit. "See? Check it out. Isn't the cut here pretty much the same as with one-piece bikinis?"

Jack gulped. His penis was painfully hard now, as he watched Linda essentially fondle the bottom edge of her fine ass. He looked over with worry towards Nicole.

Nicole was watching closely, but she was glad not to be the center of attraction. At least, she felt that way now. Her exhibitionist desires would grow along with her arousal level.

Linda turned around and continued to point out the differences in bathing suits, using that as an excuse to show off various parts of her body. She tugged on her bikini top, nearly exposing a nipple. "Look here. Sure, I'm showing a lot of skin, but is it really that different from a one-piece? I mean, I'm showing just as much cleavage as before, aren't I?"

There was a thin string connecting the two triangles of her bikini top. She pulled on that with two fingers, causing it to stretch out many inches in front of her chest. That move exposed so much of her rack that it was practically like she was topless, although her nipples did just manage to stay covered (from Jack's point of view). This move undercut her argument that these bikinis weren't too revealing, but she was more interested in getting Jack horny than presenting a logical case.

Still, she continued to talk as she alternately ran her fingers under her bikini top and pulled it away from her body. "When you think about it, a bikini isn't really that different from a one-piece. The main difference is the one-piece covers so much more of the tummy and back. But who cares about the tummy?"

Leaving her bikini top askew, she ran her fingers enticingly down her taut tummy, showing it to be a very erotic area indeed. "The important thing is covering up these areas, and they're just as covered with either kind of bathing suit, right?" She brazenly cupped one full tit with one hand and her pussy mound with her other.

By this time, she knew she had Jack hooked. He'd totally forgotten about his computer work, and he looked like a panting and starving dog staring at a raw steak.

Sensing the time was right, Linda looked up at the sunny sky with some alarm. "Oh my! I keep forgetting about how hot it is, and my suntan lotion has worn off." She pulled out a bottle of suntan lotion that she'd cleverly kept near with this moment in mind, and handed it to Jack. "Could you be a dear and help me out here?"

Jack didn't know what to do. He loved to look at Linda and Nicole, but they were totally forbidden fruit. He had no intention of ever doing anything sexual with them, especially since he was trying hard to make his marriage work with his gorgeous yet frustratingly frigid wife. He wasn't even sure if he should apply lotion to either girl. But he finally decided that was harmless enough, and he began putting the lotion on Linda's back while they both stood there. The back seemed safe.

But before he could finish with the back, Linda moved to a lawn chair and laid down on it, face first. She even untied her bikini top (but kept it in place under her body) so he wouldn't have the strap of fabric across her back hindering him. He had no choice but to follow her and straddle himself over her upper legs to finish off her back area.

Nicole followed and laid face down on the adjacent lawn chair. She started to feel extremely excited,

hoping that he would do her next. She even made a terribly bold move by her standards, and untied her bikini top too, leaving her back completely bare.

When Jack finished Linda's back, he was at a loss over what to do. All the other body parts seemed too sexual, even the legs. Both girls had fantastic legs - long, sleek and well-tanned.

Nicole was so eager that she rescued him (sort of) by suggesting, "Daddy? Could you do my back too? I'm about to burn!"

So Jack switched lawn chairs and sat on Nicole's legs instead. Except his forbidden lust towards Nicole was much greater, so he felt much more aroused and nervous. He worried that if he leaned too far forward to reach the top of her back, his raging and protruding boner would graze her ass, and even possibly slide right along her ass crack. He got to work on the lotion application, but he had a hard time keeping his hands from trembling.

Linda casually asked, "So, Mr. Devoux, what's been keeping you so busy lately? It seems like you never visit us anymore, or bring us snacks."

"I know, I'm sorry about that," Jack started to reply. Then he looked in Linda's direction and saw that she'd rolled onto her side to face him while remaining flat on her lawn chair. The only problem there was that it seemed she'd forgotten that she'd untied her bikini top, and it remained lying in place, leaving Linda's big boobs on total display.

Jack was faced with a moral dilemma, because he honestly thought that Linda had no idea what she was showing. It would be easy for him to simply fail to remind her to cover up, especially since Nicole had her head turned the other way, and her eyes closed too. But he couldn't do that in good conscience. "Um, Linda?" He nodded at her chest, and then looked away in embarrassment.

She played dumb. "Oh! Oh goodness! Sorry 'bout that." She sat up and held the top over her boobs, but she just held it there and didn't try to put it back on.

Jack was puzzled about this, but in his innocence he decided she couldn't both cover up and use her hands to tie the top on her backside. He wanted to do the chivalrous thing, but he didn't know what that was. Should he try to help her put the top back on (and thus draw more attention to her predicament), or just look the other way so she'd hopefully turn her back and do it on her own?

In the end, he took the easy way out and kept on applying lotion to Nicole's back while talking to Linda. Linda was suddenly a chatterbox, using the opening comment about how busy he was to ask him all kinds of questions about his work.

In truth, Jack's computer programming job was terribly boring to anyone other than a programmer, and almost impossible to describe in layman's terms. (It paid a great six-figure salary though.) But with Linda asking him all these questions, he found himself increasingly forgetting that he shouldn't look at her barely-covered tits. Before long, he was pretty much talking to her chest and not her face.

He also thoroughly covered Nicole's back with the lotion, but the conversation was involved and he didn't know what he was expected to do next, so he found his lotion application morphing into a back massage.

Naturally, Nicole loved that, and soon she started moaning appreciatively. Her moans sounded quite erotic, and there was nothing about that that was faked or exaggerated. This was like a living erotic dream to her, to have her father touching her firm teen body in such an intimate and prolonged way.

He looked back at Linda's chest and saw her still holding up her bikini top, but just barely. He could see a hint of pink from the top edges of her nipples. In a way, it was even more arousing than if she was totally topless.

Between the complicated explanation he gave about his work, his endless ogling of Linda's boobs, and the lovely feel of Nicole's bare skin in his hands, he forgot to keep his penis in check. Finally, he felt some strange pressure there and looked down to see to his horror that his barely concealed boner was all but wedged in Nicole's ass crack, just as he'd feared.

That disturbed him so much that he shot up like his ass was on fire. "Um, I think I'll get you girls some drinks and snacks. I'll be back in a minute." Then he rushed back to the house.

Unfortunately for Linda's scheming, Jack's departure gave him a chance to regain his composure. Linda didn't want to push her luck and make him too suspicious, so she had to tie her bikini top back on. And he was so spooked that he just dropped off the drinks and snack, and left a minute later.

However, Linda considered the episode a big success. She was particularly glad that during their talk she had pretty much gotten him to promise to resume his daily drink and snack visits, so she could see the potential for much more mischief in the future.

True to his word, Jack no longer hid in his office in the days after that, but came out shortly after the girls came back from school. He always brought some drinks and snacks for them, but he also usually stayed and talked. And the girls inevitably asked him to apply suntan lotion on them. Since it was springtime in Southern California, every day was sunny, and since he visited them just after they'd put their skimpy bikinis on, they were always in "dire need" for the sun screen.

That first day he'd only done their backs, but within a few days they managed to get him to rub the lotion over every part of their bodies except for the few areas covered by the bikinis. He also modestly avoided touching the parts of their breasts not covered by their bikinis, which was more than half. They gave him a lot of teasing about that, trying to use peer pressure to get him to go further. They could tell they were wearing down his resistance, but it was a slow process because he earnestly wanted to be a good, non- pervy father.

Jack loved this daily ritual, and he inevitably got so aroused that he rushed back to his office and secretly masturbated to climax. It helped that some sort of "accident" happened nearly every day. The favorite was that they would untie their bikini tops but remain lying face down, and then "forget" they were untied and sit up or roll over. But also, sometimes the straps would slide off their shoulders, or the tie would accidentally come off all by itself.

He grew to love those bikinis, and especially the way the tops came off seemingly if he so much as breathed heavily at them.

And he was breathing heavily a lot lately!

The only problem he had was that he felt so self-conscious about his own looks that he refused all the girls' requests to apply suntan lotion on him as well. Even though they were careful to only compliment him and never even playfully tease him about his out of shape appearance, he was terribly afraid they would pity him at the very least if they slid lotion over his flabby belly. He wouldn't even let them touch his legs, despite the fact that they were in reasonably good shape.

But the positive was that he was already exercising and dieting quite seriously, and his fear of humiliation drove him to redouble his efforts. He'd lost five pounds the first week. Considering he was about thirty pounds overweight, he was confident he could lose the rest quickly and easily. But then he found out the initial weight loss was mostly water weight, and losing the rest would be much, much more difficult.