I let go of his hand, stepped back, then climbed up onto the counter to watch him as he finished the cuts of steak off with balsamic glaze."You have the knack for it. I've never been able to cook fillet.""Pan's got to be hot, and you need to have a good feel for the change in colour," he said, as he sprinkled Parmesan over mine. "Inside or out?" he added."Outside, of course. Why be indoors when the day is so lovely?""True. Here. I'll grab the tray; you bring some wine.""'Kay."I gathered up two glasses and a bottle of Pinot Noir and followed him to our outdoor table. Olly set a place for me, dished up the salad and then took up position opposite me."Cheers, Shannon.""Happy Sunday, Olly.""To many more," he said, clinking his glass to mine..:.I slipped off my top and tossed it aside, then knifed into the water. I rolled, arched up to the surface, and then floated, eyes closed, enjoying the sun on my face.After a moment or two I felt ripples, and opened my eyes; Olly had joine
I dug out some short, tight white cotton pants and a thin baby blue vest. To them I added a white bikini top. I tried to avoid my eyes in the mirror as I dressed, rationalising it away as simply a fishing expedition.But under the platitudes, I burned. Having him masturbating next to me, in my bed, had lit a fire inside me that had been banished for a long time. Sex is something for other people; I've never had much luck with it, and the occasional urge I do feel can be dealt with with a vibrator or my fingers.This, however... I couldn't remember this aching before. This consuming need to touch myself. To be touched.I shed my sleeping clothes and snuck a brief, pensive look at myself. My ribs were showing more. I struggled into my bikini top, then pulled on the white linen shorts, briefly enjoying the sensation of the seam against my bare lips. I pulled on the vest, grinning at the way it accentuated the flatness of my stomach and the curve of my breasts.Finally, I tied my hair up
"Gonna shower," I said. "Feeling woozy.""Sun, insufficient food, too much wine. Told ya," he observed."Uh huh. Olly?""Yeah?""Seriously, I think I need some help getting upstairs."He was by my side immediately, concerned. "Shan, you OK?""Feeling light-headed. Just a bit, but don't particularly want to fall downstairs and bleed everywhere again.""Once was enough, thanks," he grumped, and I laughed at the memory of my tumble at age seventeen and the drama it had orchestrated."It could be exciting. Think of the ambulance ride, the emergency room, the new and interesting people," I teased him."Can it, Shannon. Seriously, not funny.""Spoilsport.""Take my arm, you crazy wench," he said, exasperated but grinning in spite of it."You say the most flattering things," I laughed, but I was grateful for his solid presence beside me as we climbed upstairs."I'll be OK from here. Thanks." I hugged him; kissed him gently on the cheek. "My hero.""Call me if you feel dizzy, OK?""Will do. I
Ditto for other real life things. I fiercely loved paddling, enjoyed socialising with my friends, but had few other real interests outside books, the occasional computer game and movie, and the ocean.If only I could somehow make a life out of being an itinerant ocean-going bookworm... I snorted, amused at myself, and dived again, then drifted to the side, and with a leap upwards lifted myself clear of the water and onto the paving stones. I gathered my legs under myself and rose to my feet. The sun was starting to burn and, while I worshipped my tan, I worshipped my lack of wrinkles and moles more.I dried off the worst of the water, clambered up the long tiled staircase, and popped my head into Olly's room to check on him. He was asleep, and I smiled to myself. I stripped in the bathroom, towelled myself quickly dry, pulled on some sleeping shorts and a tee-shirt, then slipped back into his room. I slowly, gently lowered myself onto his futon next to him, and rolled over so that I c
Please note that this story is complete and highly erotic.Summary: An impulsive act brings twins together.Enjoy...****************It was a bright Saturday morning. The damned Hadedas in the bluegums at the bottom of the garden had woken me at some ungodly hour, and I'd lain in bed, somewhat stupefied from the previous nights' raucous dinner party. But the lure of the morning was strong, and I'd decided to make best use of the glorious weather and actually get outside into it.Half-past six saw me humping my surf ski onto the roof-racks of my battered Volkswagen Golf. It was a twenty minute drive through to the bay, where I hoped the winds of the week had generated some gentle rolling waves for me to surf. Erin had not answered my call, so I guessed the slut was still in bed with the boy she'd been flirting with the prior night. I hoped she'd used protection, he'd looked a little greasy, but I guessed a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do when pickings are slim.Traffic was ligh
When Mike reopened his eyes, he was greeted by a sight that sent an instant jolt of life to his semi-erect dick. Kneeling beside him on the bed, his mother had let her robe fall completely open, exposing her spectacular boobs in all their jutting, jiggling glory. Her nipples were long and hard, a slightly darker shade of pink than her puffed out, soft-looking, suckable areolas."Oh my god, Mom! You're so beautiful! Your t-t-ti... Uhm, your breasts... They're awesome!"Julia smiled contentedly as she felt her boy's huge cock flex in her hands at the sight of her naked tits. The hem of her robe still partly covered her groin, preventing him to see her sopping wet thong wedged between the smooth cleft of her engorged labia. She could feel a steady stream of juices dribbling out of her pussy as her son's feasted his eyes on her sumptuous mommy-boobs."Aww, thank you honey, but you can say 'tits'. You like Mommy's big titties, don't you?""Yes! Yes, Mom, your tits are amazing!" Mike grunte