Judy gets a closer look at you

You've let Liz jerk you around enough, so you decide to avoid her by swimming to the far edge of the pool. As you approach Judy, you get a better look at her. She appears to be smaller than Rebecca, but her boobs definitely look larger. Her wet hair clings to her back, giving you a good view of her breasts standing out prominently on her petite frame.

"Sorry," you say again as you approach. "I'll just hop out."

You swim right next to the bikini-clad stranger and start to climb up the ladder next to her. You feel her eyes on your cock as it passes before her face, and as you pull yourself out of the water, you can't help but cringe at the ass-show you're giving. Liz is still roaring with laughter; Judy is silent.

And then Rebecca comes running out of the house carrying a light blue towel. "What the fuck's going on here?" Rebecca demands.

Liz answers before you have a chance, "Your boyfriend was too sweaty to come inside, so I suggested he take a dip before coming in to you. I guess I forgot to mention that Judy was in the pool."

Rebecca glares daggers at her older sister as she hustles to your side. "Here," she says, handing you a towel. "That's all I could find for now."

Gratefully, you wrap the towel around your waist. It's not very big, and you're fairly sure that Judy can still see your ass perfectly from below. So you're very keen on getting inside and away from these girls you don't know.

"Can we go inside now?" you ask.

"Yes," Rebecca says, looking at Liz. She takes you by the hand and leads you quickly through the sliding glass door. As you enter Rebecca's living room, the air conditioning hits you like a train. With the cold water and now the AC, your skin immediately forms goosebumps. Rebecca slides the door closed behind you, cutting you off from whatever Liz and Judy are saying to each other.

"Come on, you can come to my room," Rebecca says. She leads you through her opulent house, full of nice furniture, gleaming surfaces, and expensive art. You follow Rebecca upstairs, not quite able to glance under her tantalizingly short skirt, and then down a hallway. You pass an open bedroom door--surely Liz's or Judy's--and then a bathroom. Then you reach another bedroom and go inside. Rebecca closes the door behind you.

"Sooo," you say. "Your sisters are nice." This makes Rebecca laugh, releasing some of the tension in the air. "Who's older?"

"Liz is the oldest - she's 21 and goes to Dawton. I'm in the middle, and Judy just turned 18."

"Wait, thought you were..."

"Yeah," Rebecca says. "It's called Irish twins or something. She's probably the oldest junior at our school."

"That's cool. I didn't know you had any siblings."

"Well, Liz is an asshole usually, and Judy pretty much spends all of her time with her band friends. Sorry about Liz, by the way. She's a bitch sometimes, but she's really harmless." She smiles. "And hey," she adds, "at least I think she's going to wash your stinky clothes!"

"Yeah, about that," you say, painfully aware of your state of undress.

"Right, let's see what we can do. Nothing in here's going to fit you, and my dad is a total neat freak; he'd flip if he noticed I took something from him." She thinks for a moment; you shiver. "You know, I think I might have something you can wear. Just wait here."

Rebecca leaves you alone in her room, closing the door behind her.