Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Right! The drinks.
I sneak back to the fridge, grab two cans of tonic, a lime, and then grab the gin.
A minute later, I’m walking back out with two gin and tonics. I hand one to my girl.
“Thank you,” she says as she takes it. Her finger slides against mine and my cock jolts back to life. It’s going to get a workout every day with her around.
“Mmmmm,” she moans as I watch her wrap her soft plump lips around the rim of the glass. “It’s good, thanks. Any signs of life in there?”
I’m not about to ruin the mood by telling her that I saw her dad in his tighty whiteys, so I just shrug. “They haven’t come up for air yet. How’s the pool?”
She smiles and it makes my heart ache. “Great, because it has the perfect amount of sharks in it. Zero.”
“You really hate sharks?”
“I don’t hate them,” she says, looking embarrassed. “I just don’t want an alpha predator like that around me. Is that so dumb? I don’t have anything against tigers either, but I wouldn’t want to share a backyard with one. Just like I don’t want to share my swimming space with a shark.”
“Makes sense,” I say, wondering if she knows that I’m sitting here dreaming about taking a bite out of her. I want to get my mouth all over her sweet supple body.
“Which room are you staying in?” she asks innocently.
“The one next to yours.”
I had put my stuff in my usual room on the other side of the house, but that’s changing now. I want to be as close to her as possible when I lay down at night and wrap my hand around my big thick cock. I can already picture stroking it as I imagine her sexy body laying so close to me, those perky tits and ripe little pussy separated only by a wall.
“Next to mine?” she asks as she looks at me while taking another sip.
“Or, we can share a room if you want,” I say with an eyebrow raised. “Isn’t that what brothers and sisters do on vacation?”
“If they’re seven years old and there are bunk beds,” she says as her cheeks start to blush an adorable shade of pink.
“What if there’s only one bed and both of them are above the age of consent?”
She takes the lime wedge off her glass and playfully tosses it at me. “Then, in that case, they should stick to their separate rooms.”
“I thought we could have more fun than that,” I say with a grin as I take her lime wedge off my chair and bite into it with a ravenous look. Those beautiful cheeks blush even more as I lick my lips. “There’s nothing funner than a sleepover.”
She swallows as I put my drink on the little table, get up, and walk over to the pool. I take my time strolling around it to the deep end, keeping my eyes on the ocean so she can get a good glimpse of what’s waiting for her in the next room.
I stretch and move my arms, flexing them and my shoulders and chest. The sweat and suntan lotion has gotten my skin all slick and shiny. I’m glad I got here last week and worked on my tan. I want to look as good as I can for this sweet girl.
I peek over at her as I dip my toe in the water. I smile when I see that she’s looking. Oh boy, is she looking. Her sunglasses are down and she’s staring at me over them.
With a grin on my face, I dive into the pool and let the warm water wash over me. My balls are throbbing. My dick is aching.
This is going to be a long summer unless I can get some kind of release. A release that involves me blowing my huge load into my stepsister’s soft wet cunt.
That’s the only thing that’s going to satisfy me. It’s the only thing that’s going to keep me sane.
I have one month to get there.
It’s about an hour later when our parents finally come out.
“Thanks again for helping me with that broken hinge in the garage,” my mother says in a totally fake cordial voice as they walk out into the pool area.
“You’re welcome,” Kevin says with a forced nod of his head. “When hinges rust too much, they can break.”
“I’ll have to remember that,” my mother says thoughtfully. “I’m sorry it took so long to fix.”
Becca and I are in the pool, watching with looks of disbelief on our faces. I’m practically expecting them to shake hands as they smile awkwardly at one another.
“So, that’s where you guys were,” I say as Becca and I share a look. “Screwing hinges.”
She slaps my shoulder.
“Yup!” my mother says quickly, realizing that we’re not buying their ridiculous story. “What are you guys drinking?”