Pam Sandwich

They all dropped to their knees on the improvised picnic rug, Patrick setting down the hamper. 'It's beautiful all right,' Aiden acknowledged. 'Whole summers down here and as peaceful as it is today. We'd throw football, fly kites...'

'We went skin... We went swimming in the pool...' Patrick had corrected himself too late and Pamela couldn't help but pounce.

'You went skinny-dipping? For real?' This was too funny and surreal, it made her mind whirl like a top. 'Is that why you chose here? You're going back in for old times' sake?' She nearly fell onto her back with laughter, but then her dream-swim came back to her along with all that had followed and her loins moistened further.

'We chose here because we thought you'd like it,' Patrick told her, he and Aiden masking their discomfort with broad grins.

'I do like it,' Pamela said, sitting back up and clutching her knees. 'It's perfect.' Perfect for fucking. The words just popped into her mind and she felt like giggling insanely, but coped by returning to her safe-subject. 'It's a reminder of what an amazing State you both come from. And that there are still some corners of the natural world that we all haven't screwed up yet.'

'God, here we go...' Patrick's voice was full with mock-pain.

'Okay, okay, I'll ease off,' Pamela placated. She was pleased that the unexpected, reckless cycle had shaken away the boys' initial embarrassment and didn't want to dampen the new lightness of mood by getting too militant. 'Let's just enjoy it all. Let's enjoy the fact that it's us three together.' She eyed them, mischief suddenly bubbling up from within. It was as though this co-incidence of place was emboldening her. 'No Billy. No mom and dad. Just us.' The discernibly wary quality of the doorstep greeting seemed to descend on the boys once more and she backed off from flirtation with ''Cos we're friends, right?'

'Yeah,' Aiden agreed, as he and Patrick grinned at her warmly. 'Friends.'

'Which,' Pamela went on, clicking open the hamper, 'I think we should drink to. As well as eat.' They set about helping her unpack the picnic case. 'All locally sourced,' she said sprightly. 'Or US sourced at least. We've got ciabatta with tomato, Monteray cheese and olives, a nice crusty loaf with butter and honey, fruit salad, I made this angel cake myself...'

'Cheese?' Patrick interrupted. 'Butter? I thought you were vegan.'

Pamela gave him a challenging stare. 'I like dairy. So shoot me. Do you want this wine or not?'

They wanted and there were two bottles. Aiden uncorked the first and poured into the plastic glasses they all held out. It was a crisp Zinfandel from the Napa Valley. They clacked the glasses - 'to friendship' - and drank, then ate, and finally all three relaxed into each other's company. Relaxed and drank freely, Pamela on wine, the boys swapping soon to the beers she had provided. Alcohol seeped into their systems as reservation seeped out.

'You know the time I remember most?' Pamela said, when they were all halfway down their second glass. 'The neighbourhood touch-football game on Memorial Day. The one where Billy tackled me so hard he blacked my eye? You guys went nuts on him!'

'He was an asshole!' Patrick exclaimed.

'So damn competitive he took out his kid-sister,' put in Aiden. 'He deserved it.'

'What I mean is,' went on Pamela, 'you guys looked out for me. Even when Billy screwed up. It was like having two guardians, without all the condescending big brother bullshit. You don't know what that meant to me - you guys really rocked.'

'Hey kiddo,' Patrick smiled, 'that was no more than you deserved.'

'Thanks, but less of the 'kiddo'!' Pamela exclaimed, swiping a carrot through the cheese dip. 'And don't get too pleased with yourselves. I've seen all those random girls on your Facebook. I'm guessing you haven't been quite so chivalrous with everyone. Especially you...' She stabbed accusingly at Patrick with the carrot stick, before snapping off the end with her even, white teeth.

'Who, me?' Patrick was all appalled innocence.

'You've got his number okay,' Aiden laughed. 'He's the guy mothers warn their daughters about before packing them off to College.'

'He's lying!' Patrick insisted, apparently desperate to defend his honour in front of Pamela. 'And he's not the golden boy either. I've a few stories...'

'Hey, at least I had a steady...'

'Come on, guys!' Pamela broke in, delighted with the outburst she had inspired. She'd sipped her way through three glasses of California white and all girlish shyness seemed dispelled, displaced by a wickedness normally contained within her mind's bedroom meanderings. 'I'm not a kid. I know what country boys are like when they hit College. I've seen it. Don't tell me you haven't both played Fuck a Freshman.' She was leaning forward on one arm, giving them both a vertiginous view down her amazing cleavage. Part of her couldn't believe how she was behaving. 'You know? Hot little eighteen-year-old High School grads on Campus for the first time, all lost and just waiting for a big strong senior to show them what's what?' She stared mischievously into their stricken faces. 'Go on, deny it,' she pursued, while they fought for a comeback. 'You have, you both so have!' she cried with delight at her own daring. She felt heroically brazen now on two glass of wine.

'Pam...' Patrick was laughing in amazement at her along with his brother. 'We are not having this conversation.'

'Oh we so are,' she grinned, loving that she'd knocked them off balance. 'You've both been chasing tail the same age as me. And then you're surprised when I call you on it. God, boys, you don't still think I'm the Virgin Princess, do you?' It was out of her mouth before she could help herself and there was no stopping now. 'Cos I'm not, whatever Billy and dad might want to think. Sven put paid to that.'

'Sven?' Aiden hardly dared ask.

'Danish backpacker. Strolled into Rockport last summer, worked on one of the farms for a month or two. He won over mom and dad, even Billy didn't mind him. They all thought he was so polite and charming.' She leaned even closer, and though her heart was rattling out a military tattoo in her chest, she kept her voice huskily confidential. 'He was charming. And persuasive. And very, very thorough. Spoiled me for just about any other guy.' She sipped the last of her wine and divided her steady gaze between them both, drinking in their astonishment along with the wine. Then she finally relented, her heart still beating fast. 'Sorry guys, it's the wine. I'm being bad.'

'You are,' agreed Aiden, 'so hush.' He dared not even look at his brother, such was the reaction inside his own pants. Considering they were attracted more often than not to the same girls, aroused by the same types of situation, he did not even need to confer. The situation's inappropriacy was adding to the turn-on, he could only assume Patrick felt the same way.

'Anyway,' Pamela was asking Aiden, 'who was the blonde girl kept cropping up in all your photos? She was pretty.' Suddenly there was a different type of silence. Both brothers turned rather solemn. She felt genuinely abashed. 'Oh. Sorry. Foot in mouth?'

'We don't talk about Shania, do we bro?' said Patrick.

'No, we don't,' Aiden confirmed matter-of-factly. Pamela's indiscretion had somehow passed to him and he added, 'Not since the whole 'banging another member of the athletics squad when I was liable to walk in' incident.'

'Baby!' Pamela exclaimed sadly. She leaned across to him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Then, moved by Patrick's display of fraternal solidarity, she applied the same to him. An imprint of dark-red lipstick was left on both boys' faces. They looked at her fondly, touched and much less brotherly in their feelings than they were prepared to admit.

'Well look,' she told them softly in the birdsong-punctuated quiet of the spring afternoon, 'we're going to forget all that today. All your misdeeds and misadventures and heartbreaks. This is our time.' She spread both hands behind her and leaned back, bra-less tits thrusting at them through her gown's muslin bodice. 'On this perfect afternoon, right here with everything so warm and green and - fecund.' She spoke it like a particularly delicious swear-word and though the boys were not actually sure of its meaning, they felt sure it boded no sort of good they dared contemplate.

'Ehhh - fecund?' It was Patrick who inquired.

'Fertile. Fruitful. You know, springtime, sap rising, everything swelling up with - y'know, life-juice.' She looked at them with her most coquettish smile. Her dream was just a dream, but she could still have some cheeky fun with them, couldn't she? 'Don't you feel that, guys? Inside yourselves? Everything in nature just about to burst forth with its seed?' The words spilled from her mouth with relish, and how she enjoyed the Riordan boys' flushed, aroused reaction. In her mild inebriation she felt suddenly reckless, wet between her thighs, all her palpitating reservation dispelled.

'Of course,' she informed them almost as an aside, 'I've taken personal precautions in case you're worried for me. If any Svens were to come along there'd be no seed germinating in my soil. I'm not ready to rack up my carbon footprint that much just yet, I've got quite a few years' offsetting to do.' She smirked at the two baffled, entranced faces in front of her. Patrick held a segment of tangerine that could not quite make its way to his open mouth. 'But that doesn't mean I don't sometimes want to practise. You know, celebrate the procreative urge. Can you guys think of a better way to spend Earth Day?' Shit, had she really just said that?

Aiden tried to break the ensuing silence. 'Pam, ehhh - why don't you just have something else to eat?' He pushed the hamper a few inches in her direction.

'Yeah,' insisted Patrick. 'You talk way too much just like you always did. Just relax and enjoy the day.' But he was shifting where he sat - to disguise the swelling in his crotch.

'I am enjoying,' she smiled, possessed by her new devilment as she delved into the hamper. 'All of nature's bounty.' She scooped into the wooden-boxed butter-pat and let the liquefying gold trickle down her upheld fingers a moment, before placing each digit in her mouth at a time and sucking it lingeringly clean, leaving traces of butter down her chin. 'So delicious,' she proclaimed, and the same hand sought out the honeycomb, breaking off a generous chunk and bringing its oozing cells to her lips. 'Nature's generosity - to be respected and savoured.' She fed herself the honey, but a sticky fragment dropped down the valley between her breasts and she chased it with one hand, smearing it over her milk-white skin a little as she retrieved it. Then she popped the remainder into her mouth, tongue visibly curling around it as her face displayed utter bliss. She licked her fingers clean once more and looked at her friends in delight. 'Don't you want to savour this afternoon, boys?'

The radar Patrick and Aiden had had all their lives was not deserting them now. Both knew the other's sap was rising fast. This felt like the fruition of every forbidden thought they had never shared about Pamela Shelton. But she had taken her silly game too far and it was time to stop.

'Pam...' They voiced it together, but Patrick completed the thought. 'You're being crazy.'

'I'm being messy, that's for sure,' said Pamela, breaking from the warm honeyed tones she had employed. The wicked thought she'd had earlier returned and made her heart race. Could she? Was she really prepared to push it this far? Now or never. She grabbed the wine bottle and tipped its final few gulps down her throat before tossing it aside on the quilt. 'Gonna join me?' She stood up, the thin muslin hem of her dress swishing around her knees.

'Where?' asked Aiden for himself and his brother, but Pamela was already kicking off her sandals, tossing them her flower-crown and strolling off through the trees down to the water.

'In the pool, silly. We can't come here on a day like today and not go for a swim.' Patrick and Aiden were transfixed as Pamela brought her fingertips to the straps of her dress and coyly pushed them off her pale shoulders. Neither made any pretence of where they were looking as the garment fell away down to her waist, exposing her high, full, melon-breasts, their milky pallor set off by dark-red nipples matching her lips. She continued to work the clinging material downwards from her slender waist over her generously curved ass, till she could let it fall to the grass and step daintily out. She had underwear, they knew at last for sure, a tiny lace thong which marked the course of her healthily robust hips and plunged to the neat little junction between her upper thighs. Her fingers tugged at the band as though she were uncertain how to proceed.

'Should I?' she asked, seeming to pant at her own daring, 'or do you think I need this swimming costume? You know, for modesty's sake?' They stared, no longer able to answer. 'You're right. I'm being silly.' In an instant she had plunged her panties to her knees and stepped out of them. There she stood before them, a voluptuous eighteen-year-old Venus, her flaming read hair matched by the tidily-trimmed little arrowhead at her pudendum. One thigh slid against the other as though in a final flicker of modesty, but as she chewed on a finger, her forearm squeezing up against one of her large tits, she was all tease. 'Oh God, guys, that feels so much better, you've no idea. You gotta try this.' She pranced about and skipped through the grass into the shallows of the pond, her full, round heart of an ass shuddering just slightly. She waded in to her knees, then looked back over her shoulder expectantly. 'Come on guys, aren't you going to join me?'

Patrick and Aiden could scarcely move more than they could speak. It was amazing just to look on this lusciously nude vision and wrestle with all the conflict that brought. But to get nude with her? With each other? Locker room was one thing. This was different. This involved visible tumescence in each other's company as well as Pamela's - and that was a whole world of weird.

Pamela felt their hesitation, their apparent immobility, and with her bare ass on display felt embarrassment return full force. She reacted by turning around to give them a full-blast of her tits and pubes and gesticulating at them frustratedly with both palms. 'Well what are you doing just sitting there?' she appealed, a little anger in her voice. 'You gonna leave a girl standing butt naked on her own? I thought you guys were gentlemen!'

They looked at each other on those words and decided. She had called them on the one thing they could not deny. 'We're gentlemen,' Patrick said.

Aiden nodded in agreement. 'We're gentlemen going for a swim,' he concurred, and they both scrambled to their feet and headed for the shoreline removing upper garments. 'With a friend.' With a gorgeous, big-titted, naked, teenage friend.

'Water good?' called Patrick, dragging his vest over his head.

'It's beautiful,' Pamela suddenly laughed. 'It's cool and fresh and... Oh my God...' The Riordan twins were stripping off in front of her, peeling tops away from athletically muscled chests both scattered with the same blonde hair as on their heads. Tearing off their shoes and unbuttoning their jeans to further reveal tight, lightly-ripped stomachs. Hooking thumbs into pants and bulging shorts and pausing, not quite able to seal the deal.

'Do you have to look?' Aiden pleaded.

'You looked! Your eyes walked all over these tits!' Pamela promptly replied, striking up an precociously expectant hands-on-hips stance, faking total confidence. 'I'm waiting, boys...'

They held the moment a fraction, then on some invisible signal they both ripped off everything else they wore. Pamela's eyes widened and she stifled a gasp as two big, healthy Riordan-boy cocks sprang more than semi-erect into view. The boys shared nut-sack grooming habits, she observed, and their lengthening poles looked thick and smooth like beech wood. She allowed her gaze to wander freely back and forth between the two nicely tumescing organs as well as over their grown-men's bodies. The whole top-to-toe effect was magnificent, she thought. They were like two splendidly-defined Greek athletes about to spar. She wondered if they would claim her as their joint prize and her nipples puckered at the thought. God, what had she set in motion?

'Happy now?' shouted Aiden, and as he glanced over at his twin they shared a look of bemused, what-the-hell amusement.

'You should be!' called Patrick, grinning at last. 'Now get your butt under that water or we'll fling you in!' Instinctively they set off running towards her and she fled into the water in happy terror, breasts bouncing freely, each stride plunging her deeper. They almost caught up and Patrick, in a moment of liberation, swung a hefty slap to her naked ass which echoed across the pond. Then she flung herself forward into an arching dive and plunged fleetly beneath the surface. The boys surged forward to waist-depth, submerging their excited cocks, before she rose again, exploding from beneath the surface like an unfeasibly busty water-nymph. The pond's crystal water rivered over and down between her bounteous, undulating tits as she settled back down into the buoyant depths, shaking droplets from her soaked hair.

'I can't believe I just slapped her butt,' Patrick said hoarsely to Aiden.

'I think I'd have done it if you hadn't,' Aiden confessed softly. 'Her tits are amazing too, let's just get it said.'

'Ohhh god...' Patrick was almost lost for words again. 'This is fucked up.'

'Do you think she... Does she want us to...?' Aiden could not complete the thought.

'Question is, are we going to?' Patrick looked at his brother searchingly. 'Well are we?' And a treacherous smile flickered in both their faces.

Pamela was bobbing some distance from them, the upper globed surfaces of her breasts visible above the water. 'Come on,' she urged. 'Dive in. Race me to the other side!' She ducked under, somersaulted completely with a brief flash of ass and slender legs, then she was off, propelling herself into a fluid front crawl. Patrick and Aiden did not even do their mutual checking glance this time, they just plunged ahead into the clear, sharply cool pond and strong-armed their way through the water in pursuit.

They caught up with her just shy of the other bank and all three flipped over and splashed about laughing, their nudity barely concealed in the shallows. The boys were momentarily confounded by this clothing-free proximity, then Aiden flicked his palm across the surface, sending a sheet of water bursting against Pamela's face. 'That's for growing up into such a bad girl,' he grinned, as she spluttered in amused outrage and began thrashing water in return. There was a crazed flurry of back-and-forth splashing between her and the guys, before she jumped up in all her brazen glory, pondweed draped around her neck and breasts along with the wildflower necklace, and sploshed back into deeper water. She dived far and zipped away.

'Come on!' she yelled, some good strokes in, swirling around to challenge them. 'Which of you gets to duck me first?'

They were off, as from the crack of a starting pistol. The type of sibling competitiveness she had sparked was meat and drink to these two, she knew that from the old days with her brother. She watched as they powered themselves across the pond, both utterly determined to reach the teasing red-haired girl first and to dunk her. She squealed with delighted panic as her two muscled Olympians bore down on her neck-and-neck at her own invitation. Then when they came within a few strokes of her, she upended herself once more and dived.