That evening, hot babe Robin Foster went on to win the wet t-shirt contest by a smashing landlside. The sexy 5'4" blonde stole the show when it came down to the string bikini contest. As soon as she walked out on stage with a tiny little micro-bikini which barely covered up her private parts, there was little doubt left in anyone's mind who the hottest girl in school was.
After the competition had ended, a congratulatory Jim was backstage with Robin. Much to everyone's surprise, a second guest had also made the trip to see Robin: Lillian Delwig, a 22 year old college student without a major. Lillian , a tall athletic girl of 5'11" in height and sporting a short, short hairdo, was wearing warm-up athletic pants and an Abercrombrie hooded sports sweater, and also happened to be the ex-girlfriend of Robin's older 20-year old brother, Frank; in fact, the 2 had just broken up a month ago. Lillian never thought of herself as a lesbian, but when she met her then-boyfriend's little sister, she knew she was hooked on Robin's hot, little body. Lillian would secretly go crazy everytime she would go over to Frank's house only to see the ditzy little blonde Robin, running around in her t-shirt and bikini panties. It had reached the point that Lillian only dated Frank, just so she could be close to Robin. Frank eventually grew wise to his "girlfriend's" true intentions and cut the relationship off. Feeling humiliated by the fact that his girlfriend had only continued to see him just to catch cheap glimpses of his baby sister in her underwear, Frank never revealed to Robin or their parents why he broke up with Lillian. Robin loved Lillian like a big sister, but had absolutely no clue about Lillian's true feelings towards her.
At any rate, Robin was overjoyed by Lillian's appearance backstage, a woman she had come to think of as her big sister, and not once--much to Lillian's sadness--in any romantic way. "You were awesome, kiddo. I was your biggest fan tonight," Lillian told Robin. "You look so beautiful in that bathing suit." "Thanks, Lilly! That's so sweet of you to show up just to support me! I'm glad we're still 'sisters!'" Robin replied, as she sunk into Lillian's arms in a deep warm embrace. It took all the willpower in the world that Lillian could muster to not keep her hands from sliding down Robin's swimsuit (Robin was still wearing her microscopic string bikini) and feeling up her ass. Jim was amazed at the size of this girl, with her 5'11" frame dwarfing Robin's petite 5'4" body. "Hey, kids!" Mrs. Foster (Robin's mother) shouted with an excited smile. The biggest surprise of the night was Robin's PARENTS showing up. Robin's father, Mr. Foster, wasn't happy at all about the "competition" that his daughter was participating in, but his wife had convinced him that they need to support Robin in whatever endeavor she chooses in life. "Honey, we're so proud of you," Mrs. Foster had said to Robin. "Hello, Jim. Lillian! What a pleasant surprise! Why don't you join us for a little victory dinner?" Mr. Foster remained silent.
By that time in the evening, the backstage had cleared out and Robin, her parents, Jim, and Lillian all sat around a rickety old table eating chinese take out. Lillian had slyly persuaded Robin to keep her string bikini on because "it was a way to celebrate the occassion; a way to celebrate her victory in the contest"--afterall, Lillian reasoned, "it was the bikini that clinched the win" for Robin. Thinking nothing of Lillian's ulterior motives, Robin spent the rest of the night with her parents and friends in her tiny bikini. Then things got interesting. One of the leg's of the old beat-up, chair that Robin was sitting on had given out--little did anyone know that just 15 minutes earlier, Lillian had secretly and strategically "loosened" the leg on the chair and handed it to Robin. With no other chairs in the vicinity, Robin had no place to sit. Giggling about her predicament, the dizzy little blonde said "Guess I'll have to sit on the floor for dinner!" Lillian saw this as her chance to make a move. "Robin, you could always sit on my lap..! I mean, if it's okay, of course, with your parents...?" Lillian shifted her eyes in an innocent way towards the Fosters. Mr. Foster, oblivious to anything going on that evening and too engrossed in his egg foo young to care about anything, merely grunted out with a stuffed mouth. Mrs. Foster was a little more articulate, "Sure, that would be fine, Lillian. That's very sweet of you to look after my daughter like your very own little sister and to offer yourself like that." And so, the bikini-clad blonde sat on Lillian's lap for the rest of dinner and the rest of that evening; with Robin's (almost) bare back occassionally rubbing against Lillian's chest, and with the feel of Robin's tight little ass on her crotch, and with the sweet-smell of Robin's hair near her nose--this was enough to almost drive Lillian crazy. "Calm down, girl," Lillian told herself. "Her parents are right in front of us."
As dinner ended, the 5 of them continued to sit in their same spots at the table, and spent the rest of the night talking about life and catching up on old times. Occassionally, Lillian would gently stroke Robin's blonde hair or wrap her arms around Robin's bare waist, in an "innocent" fashion and give Robin's ribs and belly a playful little tickle----which made the ticklish Robin squeal in delight at the physical attention her "big sis" was giving her---with Lillian secretly hoping...nay, praying...that Robin's parents wouldn't catch on to the fact that Lillian was trying to cop whatever feel she could off of their daughter, without getting caught. "Remember when I used to chase you around the house in your bathing suit, Robin?" Lillian asked the girl on her lap, with the Mr. and Mrs. Foster and Jim listening with big smiles on their faces. "Yeah," a blushing Robin, replied with a playful, but embarrassed smile. "You would pretend you were the 'tickle monster' and chase after me in my bikini and try to tickle me to death." Mrs. Foster laughed heartily, apparently thinking nothing of what she thought was innocent "sisterly bonding"...come to think of it, that's all her daughter, Robin thought it was as well. At this point, Lillian privately analyzed all of her options. This wasn't going to be easy, since she was pretty sure that Robin was straight, but wasn't absolutely sure. How should she make her move? "I don't want to come on to strong to Robin...what if I scare her away?" Lillain thought to herself. "Although, Robin does seem comfortable enough to sit my lap for dinner and her parents seem comfortable enough ME, to let Robin do it, so maybe there's a chance?" Whatever Lillian decided, she had to do it fast; Robin's bikini-clad ass had been planted firmly in not only, Lillian's lap, but her crotch, giving her an intimate feel of Robin's butt. Throughout the evening when Robin was laughing or enthusiastic about a topic, she would unknowingly grind and "bounce" against Lillian's vagina. For 2 hours straight, Robin sat on her lap...and now Lillian felt like her vagina was going to explode in orgasm. Jim was doing a little struggling of his own, obviously turned on at the sight of the 2 girls doing what they were 'innocently' doing but trying not to show it. "God, I just hope my boner doesn't lift the table off the ground," he thought to himself.
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