"It really isn't fair, you know," Jill said, wiping her leg dry. "I mean, Mom doesn't enjoy it. She's more or less told me that, and whenever Daddy starts getting over friendly, she comes up with a headache. Sometimes I can even hear them at night. And she never moans and whimpers and cries aloud with the ecstatic joy of it, the way ladies do in books and movies. But I know for a fact that Daddy makes her do it two or three times a week, at least. And here we are. I want to do it, and you want to do it, and we can't. If it wasn't so pathetic, it'd be funny… How does this look?"

She stood up and did a slow turnaround for me in her new bikini. The effect was dynamite. I really envied her that suit, not to mention parents who'd let her buy it in the first place. Strings and patches – that's ail it was, and the strings were stretched tight across the smooth reaches of bare skin between patches. Jill's nipples were primly covered, but not the rounded curves of her boobs, and the fabric was clingy enough to let her nipples stand out visibly against the taut material. Under it, I knew, she was creamy, tanning flesh with delicate blue veins rimming her pale brown nips. Her belly was long and flat, the navel puckered and demure; below that stretched the bottom half of her new suit – what there was of it.

In the back, the bikini was cut low enough to show off the upper third of Jill's ass crack, and in front – well, if she took a deep breath and made her tummy suck in just a little bit, everyone on the beach would know by the slippage that her beaver was just as fluffy auburn as the hair on her head. Long legs below, slim and tight and young, not to mention freshly shaven because I'd made a little joke about them just a few minutes ago.

"It looks good," I said, swallowing my jealousy, "but you kinda forgot something." I pointed to her crotch. On either side of the narrow strip of cloth which ran between Jill's thighs and protected her cunt from undeserving eyes, there were bits of that auburn beaver poking out – and more whenever she moved. Jill had a full bush, and the bikini pants were too skimpy by far to contain all of it.