Step by Step – 3 – Beach Bodies

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As late Sunday night became early Monday morning, silence descended throughout the cottage but for a long time I couldn’t sleep. Instead, I lay awake in the darkness with images of every romantic movie I had ever seen rushing through my mind, along with even more memories of all Jake and I had done since we had arrived. I still couldn’t really believe it; all those things I had watched in ‘chick-flicks’ and read about in my silly books and even sillier magazines; all those feelings I had learned about second-hand were now actually happening to me. Me! Lanky, skinny, naïve me! Silly little Amy really had lost her virginity and now had a proper lover for the first time in her life! It was hard to believe let alone come to terms with. I hardly dared even to think about the incredible truth that the new man in my life was my gorgeous older stepbrother Jake and that he seemed to love me in return! I strained my ears in a vain attempt to hear Jake breathing in his room across the landing but to no avail; the house was silent and remained so apart from the constant background of creaks and groans that two hundred year old wood emits as it cools in the night air. In the end though I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, the sun was fighting its way through the gaps in the curtains, the noisy seagulls were making their infernal noises on the roof just outside my bedroom window and to my horror the ‘creak creak’ from my parents’ room below had started again. I looked at my phone for the time; seven-thirty in the morning! Surely they weren’t at it already! I lay motionless and listened hard. Creak creak… The sounds were much softer than they had been the previous evening but were nonetheless unmistakeable, as was the muffled female voice that accompanied them. ‘For God’s sake!’ I screamed silently to myself and pulled the pillow over my ears. Blessedly this latest bout of sexual athletics lasted only a few minutes before silence descended again. I must have dozed off soon afterwards because the next thing I knew was the sound of the cottage front door closing and voices in the hallway below. Mum and Dad must have got dressed and gone out while I was sleeping because now the noises I could hear were those of a kitchen table being prepared for breakfast. It was a new day! The sun was now streaming through the thin curtains and a new day in my new life was about to begin! My tummy bubbled with nervous excitement and I could stay in bed no longer. In ‘normal’ times, I would have simply gone down to the kitchen in whatever I had been wearing to sleep in, be it a night dress or, more often, sleep shorts and an old T shirt, Now of course, the idea of letting my gorgeous new lover see me at anything like my best was unthinkable. My first real lover! My chest went tight when I realised that in Jake I now actually had the first real, physical lover of my life. Nothing but the best would be good enough for him. I listened carefully at the door for any signs of movement before sneaking out onto the tiny landing and into the bathroom where I showered, shaved, trimmed and moisturised with an attention to detail which was way out of character for the sporty, tomboyish girl I had until so recently been. Sneaking back into my bedroom, I towelled myself down and began to get dressed. As usual, my tiny boobs needed no bra but when I went to my knicker drawer my face fell as I found a collection of unsexy, dull, large, teddy-bear-printed and rather grey cotton! Expecting nothing but a family holiday, I had simply brought along whichever panties first came to hand, never dreaming that anyone would get to look at them. Now of course, everything had changed. I couldn’t possibly let Jake see me in such appalling underwear – and I so badly wanted him to see me in every way! almanbahis I took out another pair of my shortest denim shorts and a white crop-top, pulled on my least unsexy panties and wriggled with some difficulty into my tight clothes. Sitting at the makeshift dressing table, I brushed and dried my hair with a great deal more attention than would have been normal and even put on a little light make-up, something I would never have done on holiday before. I stood in front of the table mirror and checked myself out as best I could. My shorts were very short indeed – Dad would give me one of ‘those looks’ again – but they did show off my long, skinny legs; my best, possibly my only good feature. Dad wouldn’t like my crop top either but at least he couldn’t say my boobs were about to fall out. I stared at my flat chest and sighed; those tiny pimples weren’t going to fall out of anything! My hair shone from all the brushing and the minimal make-up did enhance my eyes. The overall result was acceptable; I had made the best of a bad job. I held onto the thought that if Jake had fallen for me as I used to look, this could only be an improvement. I took a deep breath, opened my bedroom door and padded barefoot downstairs past Jake’s still-closed bedroom door. Two floors down, the house smelled strongly and wonderfully of fresh coffee, something my parents had not prepared for breakfast for a long time and which could only be an indication things were going well. From all the creaking of bedsprings I had heard I knew they were going very well – at least in one respect. I looked around; there was no sign of Jake but it was immediately apparent that something had changed. Mum and Dad were bustling around the kitchen with smiles on their faces as broad as any I had seen in years. Mum was dressed in a tight fitting sun dress that barely reached a third of the way down her thighs. She looked amazing; it was many years since she had worn anything that short or that sexy and I had forgotten what a lovely figure she had. My stepdad was wearing close fitting shorts that reached just over his knees and a bright white polo shirt that showed off a chest that was still quite toned even at his age. Both looked a full ten years younger than they had when they arrived. As they moved around the kitchen they kept brushing up against each other with an obvious sexual frisson that in other circumstances would have made me squirm with embarrassment. But not today! Today I was glad of anything that might distract their attention away from Jake and me and if that meant putting up with Mum and Dad’s flirting, so be it. At least they had the decency to look a bit embarrassed when they noticed me padding into the room, springing apart guiltily and exchanging meaningful looks. “Hi Amy,” Mum smiled, her face and chest flushed a little pink. “We’ve bought croissants and fresh crusty bread for breakfast. What do you think?” “Great!” I replied, smiling broadly, pretending not to have seen their playful touching and trying to keep the thumping noises from last night out of my mind. “Coffee? Tea?” Dad asked, eyeing my choice of clothing with a frown. “Tea please,” I replied, taking a mug and sitting at the table with my excessively exposed legs hidden from his disapproving gaze. Mum and Dad kept up their chatter while I sat and sipped my tea. The sun was already warm, the day promised to be hot and they were planning how to make the most of their foreshortened week. “Um… is there any coffee…?” I span round with a start and my heart leapt as I heard Jake’s rather dopey, sleep-filled voice behind me. My heart thumped as my dopey sleep-filled older brother – the boy who had just become my first ever lover – shuffled into the room. “Here you go!” Dad handed him a mug and he flopped down at almanbahis yeni giriş the table opposite, smiling at me. My heart ached at that smile and I blushed. “Did you sleep well?” Mum asked casually. “Not too well,” Jake replied, still dopily. “Something kept waking me up! Did you two get much sleep?” He gave me a huge wink. I convulsed with laughter then immediately choked on my tea, spluttering stupidly as I inhaled the warm liquid. Jake flew round the table and patted me firmly on the back with his right hand as if to help me breathe again. I noticed that throughout this lifesaving act, his left hand was high on my thigh, squeezing my leg close to my groin “Are you okay?” Mum asked anxiously. I nodded through my giggles, noting with pleasure that Jake’s arm remained around my shoulder and his hand on my thigh for much longer than mere brotherly concern would have justified. Breakfast was light-hearted and fun; we were all pleased to be in our favourite seaside place, the cottage was lovely and the week stretched ahead of us. I tried hard not to make too much eye contact with Jake, partly to avoid giving our secret away but mostly to prevent him reducing me to tears of laughter again as he kept up a steady stream of innuendo in his conversation, directed at our parents and their overtly sexual behaviour. I failed in this, giggling frequently, much to Mum and Dad’s bafflement. Later, when I had calmed down and our eyes met over the croissants, the look in Jake’s eyes could have melted me on the spot and I felt his hand on my thigh under the table again. I looked into my gorgeous stepbrother’s eyes and was struck by the unfairness of life. Not wanting to disappoint my new lover, I had gone to great lengths to look my best as I have explained but, apart from an admiring rise of Jake’s eyebrows and a scowl from my Dad, no-one seemed to have noticed. Jake on the other hand had come down directly from bed having pulled on a pair of jeans and yesterday’s rumpled T-shirt, his hair untouched by brush or comb since leaving his pillow, his unshaved chin slightly blue and rugged. And he looked simply amazing! It was so unfair! Then the memory of all we had done washed over me again. I felt my face burning as my body reminded me how it had felt when we had made love, how it had felt to have his amazing erection inside my inexperienced body. I felt myself lubricating wildly as the images rushed in on my, my tiny panties and shorts pressed tightly against my vulva. “Are you sure you’re okay, Amy?” Mum asked again. I nodded and took another bite of croissant and tried desperately to keep my mind on the food and off my groin as the others planned our day. *** An hour or so later we were all shopping in the large town closest to our holiday cottage. There were inevitably a few things that Mum simply couldn’t manage without and of which the local stores didn’t have quite the right variety so we were combining a bit of seaside sightseeing with a trip to the shops as we had many times before. Despite being a chore, to be honest it was actually very pleasant; the sun was shining, the coast was beautiful, the ice creams exactly as I remembered them and, although there was nothing I could do about it, I was with the boy I loved. To my surprise, I had been obliged to change my knickers after breakfast. Even the little light touching that had taken place over breakfast had resulted in too much lubrication to be ignored. As I pulled on the second pair in only two hours I wondered whether this was to be the pattern in future. Since my defloration I was becoming aroused much more easily and to a much greater extent than ever before; even looking at my gorgeous stepbrother as we walked through the town was having a real physical as well as an emotional effect on almanbahis giriş my rapidly-changing body. But who could blame me? Jake had donned the long summer shorts that showed off his firm buttocks so well and another tight T-shirt over his muscular chest. To my jealous mind it seemed as if he was attracting the attention of most of the girls as we went about our business. To be fair, my micro-shorts and long legs seemed to be attracting at least some of the boys too but that didn’t reduce the feelings of jealousy that from time to time washed over me. I wanted to hold his hand romantically as we walked, to put my arm through his, to feel his arm around my waist. I wanted to show them all that Jake was mine; that I was the girl he had chosen and that they could forget any ideas of taking him from me. But of course I had to play the ‘little sister’ role as convincingly as I could; not an easy thing to do when my mind was full of the momeory of how his body had looked above mine and with my body craving his wonderful erect penis inside me once again. It didn’t help that Mum and Dad kept reminding me by touching each other ‘accidentally’ and holding hands. Eventually I managed to make an excuse and slipped off alone into the town’s only Department Store, relieving the sexual tension for a few minutes. Quickly finding the lingerie department and getting over the shock of the prices, I found half a dozen pairs of knickers which were sexy without being too tarty and which I could just about afford. I also bought a new bikini. Although I thought I looked slim and sporty in my one-piece, it was hardly designed to appeal to a lover and I really wanted to look good for Jake when we went to the beach. The bikini I chose looked a bit small on the mannequin but still just about within the bounds of decency and was within my budget so I quickly grabbed one that appeared to be my size. As I ran downstairs to meet Mum again, it did cross my mind that the bikini was rather smaller than I was used to but there had been no time to try it on so it would have to do. We had lunch in a cliff top restaurant overlooking the bay. It was wonderful if a bit too crowded and we were jostled by passing diners more than once. This annoyance for Mum and Dad did provide enough distraction for Jake to take my hand under the table and squeeze it twice then fondle my right thigh unobserved. I of course blushed and giggled; Mum gave me a puzzled look more than once. During lunch Mum announced that she and Dad wanted to spend the afternoon visiting the stately home in which Dad had proposed to her. She asked whether we wanted to come with them but the expression on her face told me clearly that our presence would not be appreciated so I said casually that Jake and I would get the bus back to the cottage on our own and take the shopping with us. Mum smiled broadly and mouthed the words ‘thank you’. Jake’s whole body tensed alongside me and his fingers slipped between my thighs. I shivered and felt myself go warm between my legs. I silently prayed that I wouldn’t lubricate so much that it showed through my shorts. Dad smiled innocently and hoped we’d have a nice afternoon. We waved them goodbye at the bus station. The bus back to the cottage was hot and stuffy but the views through the window were amazing as we trundled along the coast road. Less than an hour later we were back on the quay near our holiday home in the sunshine and the crowds, wending our way back home up the steep stone steps. The cottage looked impossibly pretty as I held the low gate open and Jake carried the bags to the cottage door. He put them down and began searching through his pockets. “Have you got the key?” he asked, puzzled. “No, I gave mine to Mum when we left them.” “Shit! I gave mine to Dad.” I called Mum and Jake called Dad on our phones but they were clearly out of range – not surprising given they had gone up on the moors. We were stuck! “I’d kind of hoped we could spend the afternoon I bed together,” Jake confessed. The same idea had occurred…

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