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say, aghast. The waves are
very huge, more fit for surfing than for swimming.
    “I can handle it,” he replies
confidently.
    Oh yes, I sometimes forget how good a
swimmer he is.
    Max runs off to the boiling froth of the
ocean. My anxiety doesn’t diminish as I watch him dive and vanish
into the first massive wave that rolls in.
    “Don’t worry. He’s a big boy,” says Brad.
He’s wearing a red thong. That’s the only way I can distinguish his
incredibly toned body from his twin, who wears a blue thong. Like
their older brother, the strings of their thongs vanish into their
buttock clefts. They both possess bodies that would have been the
envy of any male swimsuit model.
    “Do you play volleyball?” Alex asks. He’s a
lot more amiable than he was when I first met him. He hasn’t taken
his eyes off me once since I came down to the beach.
    “I’m not very good at it,” I confess. I’m
still very self-conscious.
    Brad says, “Oh, come on, you can partner
with me. We’ve got room for one more. What do you say – us against
the two of them? I’ll bet we can beat their asses silly.”
    He indicates Alex and Alice. The latter
glowers at me. She’s in a skimpy two-piece blue bathing suit which
by no means is as revealing as mine.
    “Uh.” I’m really not sure with the balls
inside me even though they are nicely stoppered by the crotch of my
sling bikini.
    “Come on.”
    Brad is so smiley and persuasive that I give
in. I take my place beside him. He gives my behind a friendly
pat.
    I gasp.
    “For luck.” He winks, and slams his fist
against the ball.
    I am not a bad volleyball player. I soon
forget the Ben Wa balls inside me as I get caught in the heat of
the game. Both the twins are terrific players. They run and dive
all around the makeshift court, covering all spaces, working their
divine bodies up into a fine sweat. It’s no wonder they are so
fit.
    Alice on the other hand seems intent on
targeting the ball at me. At every opportunity, she hammers it
towards me – aiming for a part of my anatomy: head, tits, stomach,
groin. I do not intend to give her the pleasure of hitting me, of
course, and I fight gamely back. Like Brad, I make every effort not
to let the ball land on the ground.
    At the end of the game, Brad and I lead by
seven points.
    “Well done, partner.” Instead of slapping my
palm in a hi-five, he scoops me up in a hug. His mouth reaches for
mine before I can protest. His hands roam all over my body.
    “Brad,” I say, laughing as I push him away
gently. I glance nervously in the direction of the ocean. In the
midst of the crashing waves and setting sun, I can’t tell where Max
is.
    “You’re so sexy, baby,” he whispers. “My
brother is one lucky dude.”
    He gestures to my swimsuit and grins.
    I look down. To my alarm, the activity has
dislodged my carefully placed sling straps. They are both now askew
and slung around the sides of my considerably large tits, revealing
my nipples.
    “Boy, do I want to lick those,” Brad says
wistfully.
    I mask my embarrassment by tucking my
nipples back again behind their ineffective coverings. Down there,
I realize that the silver balls have travelled to the aperture of
my vulva and are straining to get out through the thin fabric of my
bikini crotch. I will have to adjust them.
    Alice shoots me an evil glare. I take it
that she doesn’t like losing, much less to me. She snaps the
spaghetti straps of her own bikini and turns her back onto me.
    Max comes back from his swim. Rising from
the waves, he’s like Poseidon himself. His body glistens with
droplets of seawater as he walks towards me on his sturdy, muscled
legs. A pang runs through my groin just to gaze at him.
    He envelops me in a bear hug in front of his
watching brothers.
    “And how’s my girl doing?” he says, kissing
my lips.
    His wet hand dips down to my exposed
clit.
    “Max, not in front of your family,” I
whisper, giggling.
    “You’re going to have to get used to