"Bug". Chesley's childhood friend.

Amanda or "Bug" as she called by the family was a good friend of the Family. We called her that because she was always petite and cute. She had been Chesley's friend ever since I could remember. Kindergarten through College, on the same teams, spending summers with us and very much a part of the family.

Everything for Bug wasn't easy. Her size always a source of teasing. Her family life was fucked, didn't have the money that most people in the neighborhood did. So comments about her clothes and such was always a thing. Her parents severely neglected her. It was a silent agreement that when they didn’t have heat or water or either of them drunk too much, Bug would end up at our house.

All in all she always managed to accomplish anything she tried. Including making the team with Chelsey. She had a way of letting things roll off her. Her smile was her big fuck you to the doubters who always pegged her wrong.

She was short, redhead. Dark freckles on pale skin. As Chelsey and I developed early in life and had male magnets, Bug had enough to suggest her femininity. When she wanted to she could make herself up to look very girlie but preferred the causal look. Sneakers, jeans, skirts and t-shirts. She always looked amazing

Bug had always been shy. It was cute. Okay, it was sexy as shit. She always wore full bathing suits, and never shared the bathroom. Always wrapped in a towel. It was okay. I accepted her as she was but always wished she would share more. I was at least a little curious.

As things go, it was an all-girl house and Chesley and I used to be very comfortable with each other. But as of late, Chesley had gotten more modest. I didn't necessarily miss it but it was never explained. I was a very open mom, at least I thought I was. I figured if Chesley had anything to talk about she would ask. We had the birds and bees talk early and that was about it. No talk of masturbation or boys. I would have even talked girls if she wanted.

To be honest, I was glad Chesley brought Bug. I was kind thinking she would bring a boy. I had asked if Chesley was dating anyone and she always managed to avoid the question. So had Bug. Maybe all three would meet someone and have a torrid week long romance. I didn't know if any of them were virgins. Not that it mattered. I know at least Chesley was on birth control.

I was in the mood to get fucked. I knew there were adult resorts on the same island. I would have to at least try for a drunken mistake.

Or, maybe I would be super bored, riding my electric pony in the bathroom with the shower on.

Yay. Vacation.

I met Chesley and Bug at the airport. I left my SUV in long term parking. They must had taken a cab. They both looked lovely. I must have been super horny because they both looked amazing to me. Yes, even my daughter. I am just that type of bad person.

My beautiful daughter Chesley wore black leggings, sports bra and oversized shirt that hung off one shoulder and no visible bra. Her long hair was put up in a messy bun of sorts. Her ankle socks hung out just above her sneakers. I never realized she had such a figure. I must have really needed sex, I was perving on my daughter. My eyes made lots and lots "bad touches". I remember warning my girls about perverts. Technically, they were going to go on vacation with one.

I thought, maybe if divert my attention to Bug. I wouldn't want to **** my daughter.

Ha

Bug wasn't any help. She was wearing a cut off Jean mini skirt. Thin almost thread bare t-shirt. As usual, her beautiful red hair was done up in two pig tails. Her freckles stood out on her pale skin. No makeup at all making her soft lips almost transparent with just a hint of red. I have seen her nude before and her nipples are just a pale. I could almost see them through shirt as her nipples stood erect.

She had a couple silver necklaces without any charms. Her bright blue eyes seem to dance with joy. She had four earing in one ear, all the way up the ear and five in the other. She had cheap plastic flip flops on as well as a toe ring. Unlike my daughter’s finely painted nails, Bugs was chipped cracked and needed to cleaned and reapplied. Still, she was cute as hell which ended up worsening my mood.