Bad Combo: Skinny-Dipping & Leeches

Naked, drunk women covered with leeches ask their brother for help.

All characters are over eighteen. FYI: non-consensual sex and incest.

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"Are we really going skinny dipping?" Fiona asked and giggled. The eighteen-year-old was standing in the backyard of a vacation house her family owned that abutted a sheltered bay of Lake Champlain.

"Yes. As soon as I finish my beer," Maisie answered. The older sister down the last of the golden brew. She released the red Solo cup, and it landed on the ground. She belched as she stepped out of her short jean shorts. Her purple, satin G-string glistened in the moonlight.

"I know it's our summer tradition," Cassie whined. "But I wished you'd told me earlier that we're doing it tonight. I thought we were going to meet guys so I put on my fancy bra and panties set. I can't get them wet."

Fiona laughed as she pulled her top off exposing a white, tee-shirt bra with molded cups and stepped out of her seer-sucker shorts revealing a skimpy, dental-floss thong which barely contained her wiry fire crotch. The redhead's untanned ass was so pale it was luminous. She popped off her bra and her twenty-four-year-old companions saw more alabaster skin. This time accented with dime-sized, pink nipples.

"So this is your hallowed summer tradition? Getting naked and going into the bay?" the young woman asked with a tittering, nervous voice. She fidgeted and bounced on the balls of her feet.

Maisie took off her crop-top. She didn't have a bra on because she didn't need one. She was two cups smaller than her younger sister. A fact that annoyed the hell out of her. Maisie was a brunette and, unlike her ginger sister, she tanned easily. Her perky breasts were as brown as mahogany furniture and her nipples were even darker.

She shimmied out of her panties. Her bottom half was tanned and hairless. She waxed and was a fan of sunbathing au natural. She stood nude on the warm summer night with far more confidence than her sister.

"Fiona," Maisie said, "Cassie and I have been going skinny-dipping in the lake every year since Dad bought this place. We were your age when we started. Now that you're an adult, I thought it was only right to invite you to join us. Stop being so nervous."

She turned, faced her BFF, and said, "Cassie, I'm sorry we missed the beer-bash on the pontoon boat. I can't believe our friends left without us. I bet it was that bitch, Juanita, who convinced them to go."

"Ha," Cass guffawed. "They left because we were forty-five minutes late. You took forever to get ready."

Maisie fluffed her curly hairdo and said, "My hair wouldn't cooperate. I needed extra time. We had fun at the bar, didn't we? There was plenty of beer and dancing."

"But not enough boys!" Fiona complained. "We had to dance with each other most of the night and I only made-out with one guy. He was so green he didn't try anything!"

Cassie stepped out of her dress. She smoothed it and carefully placed it on the ground.

"Wow. Wow. Wow!" Fiona cried. "You weren't kidding about having your finest underwear on. You look hot!"

Cassie was wearing a provocative red bra and panties set. The plunging lace bra showed a lot of cleavage and the sheer cups were so transparent Fiona saw her nipples. The thong was also sheer and lacy. If she had any pubic hair it would've been visible. She carefully removed her risque underwear and put them on top of her dress.

Of the three of them, Cassie had the biggest and best tits. Fiona stared at them, impressed.

"Take your panties off, Fiona. It's time to go swimming," Maisie ordered. Her sister blushed, hesitated, and then rolled them down her legs. "My God, Sis!" Maisie screeched. "Have you ever trimmed your bush!"

"No. I hear guys like a fire crotch so I only do a bikini trim. I have no personal knowledge, but . . . ." Her voice trailed off.

"Fiona, don't listen to her. You've to play the cards you're dealt. You're pretty, have a great figure, lovely green eyes, and unique red hair. On the other hand, you can't get a tan to save your life and you've got more freckles than a gallon of makeup can hide."

The redhead nodded, smirked, and said, "Even if I slather on a thick coat of sunscreen, I can only be in the sun for an hour."

Maisie went up to the other young women, grasped their hands, and asked in a loud voice, "Are you ready?" The others shouted yes enthusiastically. She continued, "We're going to run into the lake on the count of three. One. Two. Three!"

The women squealed and ran into the water. They quickly moved through the swallow water and lifted their knees high as the water got deeper. When the water was waist-deep, they plowed into it cackling, splashing, and screaming. They whooped it up.

The mood changed suddenly and the happy cries became panicked shrieks.

"Ahh!" "Something's on me!" "Get it off! Get it off!"

The women ran screaming out of the lake. They got to the shore, continued to scream, and jump up and down. They were hysterical. The porch light flicked on, two figures ambled out onto the deck. One yelled, "Maisie, Fiona, is that you?"

The women ran to the house, waving their arms and shouting, "Help us!" They dashed up the stairs to the deck with their arms flailing and boobs bouncing. They presented their nude bodies with their arms outstretched and palms up to the shirtless young men wearing board shorts. The females were crying and trembling. The guys were dumbstruck and stared at the hot, naked women with unusual, black blobs on their skin.

"We went skinny-dipping in the lake and these things attached themselves to us!" Maisie said. The women had numerous worm-like creatures on them. Fiona picked at one and cried, "Get it off me. Get it off!"

"Don't do that!" Michael, her brother, warned. "They're leeches. You can't just rip them off. They have teeth that they've sunk into you. If you pull them off, the head or teeth may remain and cause an infection or scarring."

"What can we do?" The redhead jumped up and down causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly. Her small pink nipples were rock hard. The men stared at her chest, looked at the leeches, their eyes trailed down her slim, pale body, and they admired her thick, red bush. Next, they studied the firm, fit bodies of the other nude women.

"Does it hurt?" Nathan, the other young man, asked.

"No," Maisie said. "But it's icky and creepy to have these things on me."

"It's a shame Mom and Dad aren't here," Michael lied as a plan formed in his head. Maisie rushed to him, grabbed his arms, looked deep into his eyes with her panicked stricken eyes, and said, "You have to help us."

"Okay. I imagine it's very scary," Michael said. "If I remember correctly from biology class leeches are very simple creatures, but well adapted for their mission which is to suck blood. These parasites latch onto a victim and feed."

"Yes," Nathan said, "I took some pre-med classes in college before changing my major to computer science. The little buggers secrete an anesthetic so the host won't feel the bite. They also produce an anticoagulant so the victim's blood flows freely."

"Try to stay calm," Michael advised.

"Easy for you to say!" Maisie shouted sarcastically.

"Sorry," her brother replied. "Ladies, stay here. Nathan, come with me and help me get some supplies."

The women groaned but stayed. The two twenty-eight-year-old men went inside. When they were out of earshot. Michael chortled and said, "Can you believe this?"

"Yes. It's strange," Nathan. "We're in the lake last year. I guess it's pure luck that we didn't get bit by leeches."

"What's pure luck is we have three scared, naked women on the back deck. I've always had a thing for Cassie. She never gave me the time of day because my bitch of a sister badmouthed me and told her I was a tool who used girls for sex."

"I can't believe Fiona would say that."

"No, you fool," Michael said. "Fiona is a sweetheart with sweet tits and an outrageous red bush. Who knew?" He raised his eyebrows repeatedly and smiled before continuing. "I meant Maisie. She's an angry woman because she's flat-chested and no taller than a hobbit. She and I have never gotten along."

"Oh. She's not that short. She's cute and has always been nice to me."

Michael stopped, face him, grimaced, shook his head, and said, "Maybe it's a brother-sister thing. Look, they say never look a gift horse in the mouth or let a crisis go to waste. We have an opportunity here, let's take advantage of it."

"What? How?"

"A few leeches aren't going to kill them, but we can keep them naked and enjoy looking at them. This is the only chance I'll have to see Cassie in the nude. Did you notice how fine her tits are? And big? This will also give me a chance to embarrass and humiliate Maisie. Can you imagine how red her face will get when we have her bend over so we can check her ass for leeches?" He laughed.

"That's so wrong," Nathan said.

"Yes. Wickedly wrong which is why I'll enjoy it. You think my sisters are cute. How'd you like to touch and examine them?"

Nathan didn't respond. Michael gave him a second and said, "That's a trick question. You're a guy. Of course, you want to look at naked women. Go along with me and we will have a hell of a good time."

Michael gathered things. He and Nathan googled leeches and read up on them. The guys carried a bunch of stuff out onto the deck where Michael poured three large glasses of tequila, handed them to the naked women, and said, "Drink up."

"What is this for? How is this going to help?" Cassie asked.

"I'm afraid you're going to be naked for a while. I know it must be embarrassing for you. This will take the edge off," Michael replied.

Maisie chugged hers down, held her glass out, and said, "You're fucking right, it's humiliating. Give me another."

Cassie downed hers. Fiona struggled with hers and complained, "It burns my throat." They also had a second helping.

"While we were inside we read up on leeches on the internet. I think I know why you encountered them when we've never seen them here before," Nathan said.

"Why?" Maisie asked.

"They like shallow, stagnant, warm water. We have all three conditions this year. It's been hotter than normal. We've had less rain this year so the level of the lake is lower and, due to the new bridge, this bay doesn't have the current it used to," Nathan explained.

"The good news is leeches don't kill people," Michael said.

"Thank God!" Fiona said.

"Unless they get inside you," Michael added grimly. "They prefer mucus membranes because it's easier to penetrate and they can gain access to blood while they're hidden so they can stay as long as they like."

"They crawl inside you?" Maisie shrieked. "Give me more alcohol!" Nathan filled all the women's glasses.

"Where do they go?" Fiona asked. Her voice was shaky.

"Any and every opening," Michael said, trying to sound serious. "Doctors removed a three-inch-long leech from the nose of a British woman who hiked in a marshy area."

"Good God!" Cassie hollered. She covered her nose with her hand.

"In addition to nasal passages, leeches have made their way into mouths, rectums, and vaginas where they can cause serious problems, including death."

The woman gave a collective gasp.

"1799, soldiers in Napoleon's army accidentally drank water that contained leeches on their march across Egypt. Some of these men suffocated to death as the bloated parasites blocked their airways," Nathan said.

Michael held up his hands in a reassuring manner and addressed them with a calm voice. "We know how to safely remove the leeches on your bodies. We'll do that in a minute, but first I think we should deal with the deadly threat and check your orifices."

"Yes! Yes!" The women agreed.

Michael was enjoying this. He asked, "So you're okay with this exam? You are beautiful women and we are guys. There may be an unconscious, automatic response from our body that we can't prevent."

"We understand," Maisie said. "Get on with it. We won't complain if either of you gets an erection." She glanced at their shorts, snorted, and said, "I see you both are hard so the question is moot."

"We could spare ourselves some embarrassment and check each other," Fiona proposed.

Michael spoke quickly and asked. "How many vaginas have you seen? Have you ever looked at your own?"

Her face turned bright red and she said shyly, "No, I've never looked at one, not even my own."

"They're like snowflakes," Nathan said brightly trying to ease the tense situation. "All beautiful, different, and unique."

"We've seen dozens," Michael said. "Some have thick outer lips. Barbie-style pussies are small, neat, and have no protruding labia. Some women have long, beef-curtain labia. I've seen big clits, small clits, and tiny clits. I understand having us look and touch you will be awkward and embarrassing, but we are experienced and your life may depend on our expertise."

The women shared a look and a shrug of the shoulder expressing their unhappy consent. Maisie spoke for them all and said, "Do it."

"Line up," Michael instructed. "We'll start with your mouths and noses." The women stood side-by-side. The guys each picked up flashlights and took turns looking in up their noses and down their throats. They ran a finger along their inner cheeks and under the tongues.

Michael stood very close to them. His chest brushed against the tips of Fiona's nipples and pressed into the soft flesh of Cassie's bigger pair. Maisie's boobs were so small that he couldn't touch them without leaning into her. He didn't want to draw attention to himself so he didn't, figuring he'd have a better chance to cop a feel later.

He didn't apologize for his behavior. The women didn't complain.

"Nathan, these areas look clear to me."

"Yes, I agree."

"Ladies, stand by that lounge chair, spread your legs, and bend over," Michael said, "and we'll check your butts."

"No!" Maisie said forcefully.

Michael wilted and wondered, "Damn! Is the jig up?"

"Have you never heard about urinary tract infections?" she asked. "You never touch a woman's vagina after touching her butt. You could give her a painful infection."

"Oh, right," Michael groaned. "Everyone, hop on a lounge chair and we'll inspect your puss . . . vaginas."

The women reluctantly got into position and spread their legs. The men got on either side of Maisie to inspect her pussy. She said, "It is really weird having my brother look at my vag. If any probing is required, Nathan would you please do it?"

"Sure."

"For me too," Fiona said.

"Ditto for me," Cassie added.

"Okay," Nathan said. "I promise to be gentle and respectful. I will have to slip a finger inside." Michael silently seethed but did his best to not let his annoyance show.

The young men took their time examining Maisie's bald vulva. She had thick, prominent outer lips. Her inner labia were dark, protruding, and of uneven lengths. The right one was twice as long as the left.

Nathan licked a finger and rubbed her vulva gently. "Oh," Maisie moaned. He caressed her nub and slid his finger inside the petite brunette. He slowly moved it about touching all sides of her vaginal wall. "I don't see or feel anything out of the ordinary."

"Thank God," Maisie sighed.

The men moved to Cassie's chair. She was shaved. The men peered at her sex. Michael smiled. Nathan took his job seriously and adopted a neutral expression. Cassie's outer lips were even with her body. Her inner lips were long, red, and fleshy. They sprouted out of her pussy like a bouquet of wildflowers. The phrase 'rare beef curtains' accurately described them.

Nathan licked fingers on both hands and explored her soft folds of flesh. She tried to stifle her sounds as he touched her sex. He rubbed her clit and it appeared to swell in front of their eyes. "Oh!" she moaned. She moaned louder when a digit penetrated her and swirled inside her tunnel of pleasure. Her pussy was warm and wet and its fragrant was pungent.

"Cassie, I think everything is okay," Nathan said. "Good. Thank you," the curvy blonde responded.

The men moved to the final chair. Fiona had her legs together. Nathan smiled and touched her knee; she opened wide. Her face turned as red as the hair hiding her gash and her pubes were very red. Nathan combed through the thicket of hair between her legs.

"I need some help," Nathan said in a calm, non-threatening tone. "Would it be okay if Michael parts your pubic hair so I can examine your vagina?" She nodded. Her brother pulled her thick curls aside so Nathan could see her slit. Both men looked on intently as Nate touched her intimate flesh.

Fiona had what most people consider to be the perfect pussy. It was small and neat, even with her body, and her inner lips stayed hidden inside her body. She had a pea-sized clitoris. Michael freed a finger, slid it over, and rubbed her button. "Mmm," his sister moaned. She gave Nathan a glance thinking he had touched her. Nathan was alarmed and gave Michael a stern look. He ignored his friend and touched his sister again.

Nathan shook his head and slipped a finger inside the ginger. He hit a barrier soon after he penetrated her. He bounced off it three times before he realized what was happening. He used both hands to open her vagina and looked on in amazement at her intact hymen.

"You're safe. I like your bush. It's womanly and a lovely color," he said as he smiled at the teen. She smiled in return momentarily forgetting that two men had their hands in her privates.

Maisie stood and said, "Get your hands out of her pussy. Let's get this embarrassing adventure over with. Before I let you poke around in my butt, I'm having another drink. Anyone joining me?"

The other woman nodded, got up, and fetched their glasses. They finished the bottle of tequila and giggled as they lined up and bent over with their legs spread. After a night of drinking beer and multiple glasses of tequila. They were all drunk. Very drunk.

"Thank you," Nathan said. "I'll try and make this as pleasant as possible."

The men assembled behind Cassie. She had a great, plump rump. Nate licked a finger in preparation for the exam. Michael tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't speak, but he shook his head and his mouth formed the word 'no'. He pointed at himself and mouthed 'my turn.' He licked his index finger and inserted it into her bunghole.

She squawked. Maisie laughed and said, "You don't have to pretend you don't like it. You've told me many times how much you enjoy anal sex. What's a finger when you've had Damon's monster cock in your keister!"

"Damn! You know me too well," Cassie said chagrined. Her words were slurred.

Michael removed his finger, cleaned it on a damp towel he'd brought from the kitchen, and handed it to his buddy for him to pretend to clean his digit. Nathan said, "Everything is fine."

The men slid over to their next patient, Maisie. The petite woman had a fine, tight ass and a brown anus. Michael caressed her butt, licked a finger, and forcefully shoved his pointer inside.

"Ah," she gasped. "Don't be so rough." Michael smiled and Nathan was forced to apologize, "Sorry."

Michael didn't relent. He repeatedly buried his finger into her tiny ass. "Ouch! Isn't that enough?" she objected. Michael silently snickered and stopped the assault.

"Yes, it is. Again, I apologize," Nathan said red-faced. "There are no leeches in your bowels." The men went and knelt behind Fiona. "This won't take long," Nathan assured her.

"Please be gentle. I've never had anything in my bum," Fiona said.

"What do you mean by that crack?" Maisie asked, sounding like an angry drunk.

"She's calling us sluts. Anal sluts," Cassie said.

The two of them argue over who was the bigger slut. Cassie postulated that the determining factor was the number of men one slept with and Maisie won that hands down. Maisie countered that anal sex was way sluttier than normal sex and that made Cassie the bigger slut.