Justine looked down at herself. “It’s only the bottom bit showing. You can’t see the lacy part up higher.”
She turned to show them from behind. Her panties were high-cut bikini briefs. They were white. From behind, the guys could see her bottom hugged nice and tight and the thin strip of shiny fabric between her legs. She turned to face them again with the soft material cutting into her slightly and moulding to the shape of her smooth vulva. Steven was staring at the little white triangle.
“It’s not like your family will ever know every detail of what went on here,” Jasper said to the boy. “Don’t you think Justine’s nice to look at?”
Steven looked at Paul then at Thomas, who had come from cooking to stand there looking on. “I didn’t know my singlet would be so short for you to wear, though,” he said to Justine.
“Well, I’ll cover up if you really want me to,” she said. “Do you want me to, Steven?”
“Aw – I don’t know. I guess not really!” he answered, looking to Thomas again. “I guess I’ve seen your panties before anyway,” he then directed at Justine, grinning a bit.
“Really! You little sneak!”
“Yeah – a few times around the house,” he went on proudly.
There were two leather lounge chairs. Justine sat in one with a book she had picked out. She tucked her legs up and to the side. Her little panties were then stretched up tight, and with her slender thighs, the full crotch was visible to the men. She smoothed her hand over her bottom with the four of them staring.
“Don’t worry – you look good like that. Very sexy,” Jasper said to her.
She smiled. “Thanks. Though I’m the lucky one. I’ve got all you guys taking care of me and you’ve only got one girl to look at a little bit.” She smoothed her hand upward and uncovered the back of her panties more fully. “Is that better?” she said teasingly.
“It’s a nice shape over your girly bit – cuts in and looks very sexy!” Jasper offered, winking at Paul, whose face had heated slightly red.
“Well, like I said, I am a girl!” Justine giggled
“Yes – we can see that, love,” Thomas chuckled. “Can see that quite clearly!”
“Well, I should hope so – sitting like this,” she blushed.
“So, did you see her in panties or just get a look up her skirt, Steven?” Jasper asked.
“Up her skirt,” he answered.
She looked at him, but his eyes were focused on the back of her legs.
“Me too,” Thomas added. “I’ve had the pleasure of a few up-skirt flashes over the years.”
“Well, at least this singlet covers me better up top than the other one,” Justine said, plucking at the fabric. “At least it’s nice and tight so it doesn’t gape and show boobs. And it’s smaller under my arms so you men can’t see them from the side.”
They were all looking at her little breasts. “Still shows off your nipples nicely, though,” Jasper said. “Doesn’t it, guys?”
The other two said nothing. They just kept looking while Justine peered up, blushing at them.
“You can only see their shape, though – not like the white singlet where you guys can see them through the fabric,” Paul said, shaking his head in defeat, it seemed.
He was grinning. The other men laughed.
“So, you don’t like my singlet, love?” Thomas asked.
“Oh, no – it’s great! Thank you so much for letting me wear it. I really need it, and I’m going to wear it a lot – even though it’s so revealing.”
“You’re welcome, love,” Thomas offered. “You’re very beautiful – very sexy looking.”
Justine smiled at the older man. “I’m glad you think so, Thomas. Thank you.” He had approached and sat on the arm of her chair as they were talking. She got up on her knees and gave him a hug. “I’m really glad you’re here too, you know? I mean, not that I would wish for you to be stuck here like this, but since we are, I’m so glad to have you here making me feel safe…. I mean all of you men of course. I’ve got four strong men to take care of me and I want you all to know how much I appreciate that.”
“And we appreciate having you here too, love. We all do, don’t we, Steven?”
“Shit, yeah!” Steven added. “I’m so glad you’re here, Justine. I want to do anything I can to make it nicer here for you.”
“And so do I – for you men,” Justine uttered, looking to Paul. “If I can make it so you don’t have to be completely without women – to enjoy looking at, at least…. That’s why you don’t have to pretend not to look at me or anything. You can all just enjoy looking at my legs and at my chest – like you guys always want to with girls…. You don’t have to worry about Dad finding out, Thomas. And you don’t have to worry about your parents finding out, Steven. I won’t say anything about it when we get back.”
She finished up still on her knees on the seat of the chair with her arms up while she raked her hair back. Her singlet had lifted to her belly with her little white panties completely exposed. Jasper and Steven were sitting across at the table and both were staring at her panties. Thomas was still resting on the arm of her chair and he was looking at her breasts.
She held Thomas’s shoulder for balance and peered from his face to the other two. She smiled through her blush. “But I get to look too,” she said sweetly. “I don’t have to pretend not to notice when one of you are taking your shirt off.”
****
Thomas laughed. He held young Justine’s back lightly as she talked and smiled up at him. He was thrilled with the feel of her through the thin fabric of her singlet, and with the look of her nipples so firm and poking out like that. The fish was going to burn, though, and he had to return to his cooking duties. He was absolutely thrilled to be stuck there on an island with his best friend’s lovely young daughter. He adored Justine, and had done ever since her family moved in next door when she was a child. He had adored her as an innocent little girl who was always over playing with his own children. He had appreciated her beauty as she grew into a young woman, as he had appreciated his own daughter’s beauty. He had more of an eye for Justine as a young woman, though, as he was in fact not related to her. He noticed her sexuality and had to avoid her father noticing that he was noticing!
Suddenly he was there, stranded on a tropical island with her, though. And she had virtually no clothes to wear. And she was saying it’s fine to look!
Thomas watched her blatantly throughout that evening and the next day and the next. He would sit there staring at her legs, waiting for a flash of panty, and she would just smile at him and teasingly swish her legs together or tug her clothing into place to cover herself.
She had made a tunic style dress from one of the sheets. She was wearing it while doing Thomas’s beard. “This is so nice,” he said.
“Well, I don’t see how you can do it yourself when there are no mirrors anywhere. You can tell this place is a man’s camp. You guys are hopeless!”
Justine had a small mirror in her makeup kit, but the men all jumped at her offer to do hair and beard trimming.
She was snipping away, trimming his beard as close as she could. When her arm lifted, Thomas looked in through the side at her breast. The fabric was gaping away from her body and he could see the nipple. His eyes rolled up to meet hers. She was blushing and he did too.
“They’re nice,” he said, grinning. “Perfect size!”
“Really? They’re not too small?” she uttered. “Paul talks about me getting implants sometimes.”
“No – no – don’t do it, love! Don’t even think about doing that to them. We’re all loving them just the way they are. I can’t get my eyes off them with you going braless here!”
She giggled. “I noticed. It’s fun being braless here with you guys, though. It’s very flattering the way you all look at me, you know?”
“You make my old singlet and that sheet look very fashionable, love.”
“What – this old thing?” Justine exc
laimed playfully, looking down at herself and brushing at some beard clippings.
The tie around her waist needed adjusting, so she untied the knot and brushed more clippings away. While it was undone, Thomas tilted his head to have another look in through the side. He saw both breasts fully and glanced up to meet her blush and smile. She had to re-thread the tie through some holes she’d cut in the fabric, and as she did that she inadvertently uncovered one breast.
“Yeah – absolutely perfect,” Thomas said warmly.
She bit down on her lip, looking from her bare breast to meet Thomas’s eyes. “Does this make it easier for you here or harder?” she asked softly. “I don’t want to tease you and make you miss your real girlfriends even more.”
Thomas smiled. “I hope we don’t get rescued too soon. Before we run out of supplies, but not too soon!”
Justine giggled.
“I noticed you don’t close your curtain at night anymore,” Thomas said.
“No – it’s too hot.”
“Hmm – it is hot, isn’t it? And humid.”
“Yes, but the evening storms are nice,” Justine said.
“They are nice. And you look nice when you’re sleeping too, love. The way you kick the covers off and your little panties are always showing.”
“Oh, really! And do you watch me sleeping?”
“Not creepy like – it’s just nice to sit up and see you there like that.”
Justine nodded agreeably. “Well, I did think about it when I first decided to leave my curtain back,” she smiled. “I thought you guys might like to see me in bed – sneaky like!”
Thomas chuckled. “We do, love. But how about sleeping topless for us sometimes? That would be nice.”
Justine’s blush deepened. She took a moment to respond.
“I guess I could if you want me to – just in the moonlight or candle light, though. I don’t mind you men getting flashes, but I don’t think I could stay topless in broad daylight for you.”
She stood before Thomas fixing her hair back in a tie. The front of her tunic lifted to reveal the tiny white triangle between her legs as she did that. Thomas looked at it. She had on the panties with the lace front. Both pairs were white and only distinguishable by the lace.
“Well, it’s definitely easier being here with you showing your little tits and panties, love. You make it very nice for us men.”
“I’m glad,” she smiled down at him. “I know how men are very visual, so I think when a man takes care of a woman he should be allowed to enjoy looking at her body”
She bent to kiss Thomas’s cheek, whispering softly, “So, yes, I will sleep topless for you, but my dad really can never find out about any of this, okay? It would be weird for him with you being his friend and knowing that I’ve been undressing for you.”
She kissed his cheek again then took her broom and dustpan up to the loft to tidy Steven’s room. She had taken on housekeeping as her share of the chores. She blushed down from the top of the ladder with Thomas looking up at her. She waited while his eyes moved from hers to her panties.
“Do you like me standing up here?” she uttered sweetly. “Naughty old man!”
“Can’t decide which pair I like better,” Thomas grinned.
“These ones have more of a satin feel. The other ones are cotton.”
“Yeah – those ones are pretty with the lace. I think the other ones show the shape of your pussy better for us.”
Justine smiled. “Well, the other guys like it when I wear the cotton ones swimming, so maybe you should come with us sometime. You can look at me like that when they’re nearly see-through and clinging to me.” She added teasingly. “Jasper and Steven have been looking!”
Steven walked in with two fish for dinner that night.
“Don’t you, Steven – you like it when I wear my cotton panties swimming?” Justine called to him.
“Yep,” Steven replied shortly. He eyed Thomas. “You’d look good in a potato sack, Justine. You always look hot,” he said.
****
Steven dumped the fish in the sink for Thomas to finish cleaning. He had taken on the fishing duties and had found a few good spots along the inlet. He had also seen chickens that must have been turned loose by someone, and he’d caught two of them so far, which made for a nice change of diet for everyone on those nights.
Steven was over his initial withdrawal symptoms from missing his computer games and internet life. He was a bit of a loner at home where he lived in a small blacked out bedroom. He had suffered for the first few weeks but had come to accept that he wasn’t going anywhere for months, and he had taken to his outdoor existence, feeling kind of savage and primal. He was turning brown and growing some serious stubble on his chin – enjoying Justine’s hair trimming but getting her to fashion a goatee.
He hadn’t yet come to terms with his place, though – with his relationship to Justine, and with the fact that she was his cousin’s wife. He could hardly contain his excitement for seeing Justine dress the way she was. She was the first girl he had really noticed when he was only 12 and she started coming over with Paul. She was seventeen at the time and used to wear a little white bikini to swim in their pool. Steven had started watching her every move back then and never really stopped watching her at every opportunity since. He had made it a point to visit regularly when she and Paul moved in together. They lived on his way home from school, and he used to call in all the time and Justine would give him a drink or a piece of cake or whatever she had baked.
He often lay awake at night wondering if he loved her. He didn’t really know what love was, but he had very strong feelings for her that felt like they might be love. And those feelings were amplified there on the island – being there with her and living in the same small cabin.
He hadn’t worked out what to do or how to feel about the other two men there, though. That next day they had decided to go swimming again, and Steven was sitting on the bank watching them in the water.
Justine was squealing and laughing and Jasper was playing with her. He always tickled her, and right then he was doing it under the water, probably grabbing her legs, Steven imagined, as he knew she was really ticklish there.
She finally got away, and Jasper swam over to the waterfall while she came ashore. Thomas was there beside Steven. He hadn’t been in for a swim but had come along that day. Justine waded from the water wringing her hair to one side. She stood before them smiling at Thomas. He was looking her over. The blue singlet Steven had given her was as if painted on her breasts, and her nipples were hard and poking at it. Her cotton panties were as if painted on with a thin water-colour. The tone of her skin was visible through them. Her tiny landing strip was clearly visible and the soft, wet fabric was clinging to her pussy and defining it perfectly. There were two smooth, round pillows of flesh with a slit between them.
“That looks really beautiful, love,” Thomas said sincerely. “We can see everything so clearly!”
She bit down on her lip, fiddling with the waist band of her panties, tugging them up tighter. She took the towel Steven handed her and dabbed at her face and the ends of her hair, keeping the towel to one side while the older man stared blatantly at her down below.
“They asked me to wear these ones all the time for swimming, didn’t you, Steven?”
Steven nodded to her, glancing up from staring at her panties too.
She dabbed herself dry all over then sat down on the towel with her thighs swayed modestly together. She folded her singlet up over her belly, though. “I’m so glad you men found those other razors for me. I wouldn’t like you to see me like this if I was all hairy,” she giggled.
She had her back to the water, facing them both. She straightened her legs, and Thomas’s eyes lowered to her. She watched his face, glancing at Steven and acknowledging that he was also watching the older man studying her pussy.
“I can see it perfectly, love,” he said with his voice dry and husky. “I can see your litt
le pussy completely through them. I can see each cute little hair and I can see your slit. It’s so smooth,” he grinned.
Justine blushed a bit deeper. She was resting back on her hands, and she bent one leg back up and swayed it across the other. “I don’t mind if you look, though,” she uttered and she swayed her leg the other way and opened her thighs. “Jasper’s even been trying to touch me sometimes. He says it’s been so long here already and he misses women – like, being able to touch and have them touch him.”
Thomas swallowed. “Well if you young folks were to um – play around a little – it would be only natural, love.”
“No, it wouldn’t!” Steven demanded. “He shouldn’t be touching you at all.”
“And I wouldn’t let just him!” Justine defended. “That wouldn’t be fair to you, Thomas, or you, Steven. I think we’re all as stranded here as each other, and no one should have more of anything than the other.”
“Oh! So, we’re allowed to tickle you too?” Steven asked.
Justine giggled. “Well, I’m not asking for it. If you try it, I’ll squeal, but you won’t be in trouble for it…. I don’t think Paul minds too much…. Actually, you should do it in front of him if you’re going to. That way he’s being included in the teasing and fun.”
“Speaking of you and Paul, love – I nearly walked in on you yesterday afternoon…. We need to find a way to give you more privacy.”
“Oh, no! I’m sorry, Thomas. We thought you were off somewhere with Jasper. Oh, that’s terrible that you couldn’t come in…. I’m so embarrassed.”
“No – don’t be, love.” The older man chuckled. “If I were your young husband….”
“I know, but that’s the thing – it’s not fair on you other men if we do that. We’ve been trying to be very discrete about it. It’s just that being here has um…. Well, it’s solved a little problem we were having.”
“What problem?” Steven asked flatly.
“Never mind – just a temporary thing.” Justine replied. “But we won’t be doing it anymore, now that we’ve intruded like that.”
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