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“Amy… Amy… “

Jake’s soft voice coming from behind my head gradually penetrated my dreams and brought me slowly to my rather befuddled senses. The sun was streaming brightly through the gaps in the curtain.

It was morning. But where was I? What was Jake doing in bed with me? Had I overslept!

“Amy... we’d better get up!”

It took a moment or two for my memory to return and for the realisation to dawn on me.

Then my head really began to spin.

I was in our holiday cottage! I was in my stepbrother Jake’s bedroom! In my stepbrother’s Jake’s bed!

I was naked!

A moment later the memory of all that had happened the previous evening washed over me.

I felt sick. Oh my God! What had we done? What had I done? How could I look Jake in the face? How could I look my parents in the face? How could any of them respect me after this?

It took almost a full minute to steel myself into rolling over and looking at the boy I had known most of my life and who only hours before had taken my virginity.

The boy who was now walking towards me from the room’s open door.

“Jake…”

I mumbled, still slightly dopily, swivelling slowly around under the duvet into a sitting position and holding its edge over my boobs in a vain attempt to retain a bit of modesty.

“I… Ouch!”

I winced as the edge of the mattress rasped against my freshly violated vulva.

“Are you ok?” he said, dropping to his knees by my side and putting a mug of steaming hot tea down on the bedside table.

Jake was wearing nothing but his sleep shorts. Despite my shame, even in my half-asleep and sore condition his fit, strong athletic body brought a guilty thrill to my tummy.

“I’m ok, I suppose,” I mumbled. “How do you feel?”

He took my hands in his and squeezed them which made me feel immediately better; a sign of the caring and respect which I had feared might not be there in the cold light of day.

“It depends how you feel,” he responded, clearly unsure of himself. “I… I didn’t plan any of this, Amy. I swear it. I didn’t mean to make you…”

“It’s okay, Jake,” I interrupted.

“It’s not okay, Amy. You’re my little sister! I should have taken care of you instead of… of…”

“I love you, Jake!” I blurted out, then immediately slapped my hand over my mouth.

Why had I said that? How could I have said something so stupid?

“You… You love me,” he asked relieved. “After what I did to you?”

I nodded silently then, half terrified, asked the even more stupid question that goes through the mind of every freshly-deflowered girl even if the words don’t escape her lips.

“Do… do you love me? Now… now that we’ve done it?”

I begged my tears not to start coming. Not now! But it was a fruitless entreaty and I felt my eyes begin to sting as the salty liquid ran down my cheeks.

“Don’t cry, Amy,” he said, taking my naked body in his arms and holding me tightly as I silently sobbed into his downy chest. “Of course I love you! I’m crazy about you!”

“Are you sure?” I asked, almost unable to believe my ears, the relief washing over me, making me cry more rather than less.

“I’ll prove it!” he said.

Jake let go of my shoulders and stood up then crossed to the window. He pulled open the curtains and pushed open the glass. The sound of seagulls filled the room.

“I LOVE YOU AMY!” he yelled across the rooftops, sending a small flock of surprised birds skywards. “I’M IN LOVE WITH MY LITTLE STEPSISTER AMY!”

“Stop it!” I shouted, almost unable to speak with relieved laughter. “People will hear!”

“Let them hear!” he hissed, his face bright and alive with excitement. “I’M IN LOVE WITH AMYYYYYY!” he yelled from the window again, then turning to face me, closed the window again and in a clear voice added “The best lover in Yorkshire!”

“Jake!” I protested, embarrassed. “Don’t tease me. You know it was my first...”

“And I don’t care! It was the best I’ve ever had, Amy. YOU are the best… better than I dreamed you would be.”

Now it was his turn to slap his mouth. It took a second for me to realise the significance of what he had just said.

“You’ve… you’ve dreamed about... doing it with me before?” I asked, astonished.

Jake turned purple with embarrassment.

“Well… Yes I have… Ummm” He dropped to his knees in front of me and put his hands on my thighs. “Are you shocked? Is it a bad thing?”

I really wasn’t sure how to react. My gorgeous stepbrother had been fantasising about me! I should be horrified but after we had just made love for real, how could I possibly be angry? It was me he had been fantasising about after all?

“I think,” I eventually replied. “I think I’m pleased. No, I know I am!”

His smiling face rose to mine and in the morning light he kissed me full on the lips. It felt different from our first kisses the night before; stronger and more meaningful this time and as I instinctively lowered myself back onto the bed I felt his body slide alongside mine under the duvet.

“Oooh!” I giggled, “You’re all cold!”

He hugged me tightly and I shivered.

“You’ll soon warm me up. Besides, it’s your tea I was making; show a bit of gratitude!”

I laughed and pecked him on the cheek. He returned the kiss on my lips, my mouth opened and for a long time we lay together, mouths locked, tongues entwined as his hands explored my bare skin and the erection growing in his shorts pressed against me excitingly.

I wanted to return the compliment, to explore his fit, strong body and amazing erection with my fingers but something still held me back; some shyness remained, despite all we had done the previous night so I merely stroked his back and shoulders as his hot palms caressed my chest as if in search of my boobs.

Eventually we came up for breath and lay side by side, holding hands, my mind racing with so many questions and so few answers.

“How long have you…?” I finally asked nervously.

“… fancied you?” he completed my sentence.

I nodded, embarrassed. He thought for a moment.

“I don’t know,” he said thoughtfully. “I suppose it just kind of grew on me. You kind of grew on me. One day you were the annoying little girl I had to live with; the next you were, well, sexy Amy. Before I knew it I was having these dreams and fantasies…” His voice faded.

“I wouldn’t have thought I was your type,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m not like all your girlfriends and the pictures in your room, am I? I mean they’re all sexy, big boobs and cleavage and I’m…”

“Tall, skinny and naïve?”

“I suppose so,” I laughed. “Don’t be nasty!”

“I don’t know what to say. To be honest, there really haven’t been that many girlfriends, whatever I might have let you think. I suppose I did like big boobs because that’s what boys are supposed to like but… well, all I know is that I’ve never known anyone I wanted more than I want you.”

“Don’t tease me!”

“I’m not! I mean it! I’m crazy about you!”

He kissed me again, another deep, mouth-searching kiss that wrapped my tongue in his while his hands slipped over my skinny tummy and between my thighs, forcing them apart.

I felt a long finger slipped into my wet, sticky, somewhat sore slit.

“Jake,” I hissed, breaking the kiss. “We can’t!”

“Why not?” he asked, his fingertip working its way into my vagina and making me shiver with excitement. “Was it so disgusting…?” he teased, working his fingertip between my messy inner lips.

“Mmmmm! Of course not, but Mum and Dad…” I began but he silenced me with another kiss.

“They won’t be here for a couple of hours!”

“I know but….”

“If I promise to be quick?”

Jake’s eyes were soft and eager but his body was strong and tense as he rose over me, his knees parting my legs firmly. For a moment I panicked as I realised that I was completely at his mercy, both physically and emotionally.

There was no way could resist.

But I didn’t want to resist. This time I knew and understood what was expected and as he moved into position, I spread my long, skinny legs wide to welcome him. For a split second I smelled the unfamiliar and frankly unpleasant scent of stale sex rising from between my thighs and a small wave of revulsion washed over me. My legs made a feeble, instinctive attempt to close but Jake’s strong body was firmly placed between them and all I could do was look into his deep, soul-searching eyes and wait for the penetration I wanted so badly.

He sat back on his ankles between my spread legs and for the second time I watched my amazing stepbrother roll a smooth, shiny condom down his long, thick shaft. My tummy surged with butterflies. This boy, this wonderful, drop-dead-gorgeous boy was preparing his penis to have sex with me! Little, naïve me! He was preparing his erection to enter my unprotected body once again!

I felt movement around my sore vulva as something warm and smooth-ended slipped up and down my sticky slit, searching for my entrance. I winced slightly as he parted my inner lips and my battered vagina began to stretch around the smooth invader.

“Are you sore?” Jake’s voice was slurry with love or lust.

“Mmm,” I nodded.

“Too sore?”

I shook my head definitively.

“But be gentle... Please...” I murmured.

I felt his lips on my forehead and a pressure between my legs. There was a brief stinging pain then, to my relief, my wonderful, caring, gorgeous stepbrother entered me smoothly.

I gasped with pleasure as his long, strong erection slipped deep into me and my body adjusted rapidly to the welcome invasion. I felt wonderfully full; there was a little pain which made me bite my lower lip as he slowly reached deeper and deeper into me but the discomfort simply made his presence within me more real.

“Oh Amy that feels soooo gooood!”

He sank unbelievable deeper into me. I gasped as my belly tightened, then my chest.

Surely there couldn’t be any more! Surely no girl could feel as full as I felt!

And yet there was more. I felt tears running down my cheek as Jake sank the last few fractions of an inch into me. My eyes closed tightly as the thickening base of his shaft stretched me even more tightly and the warm flesh of his hips finally pressed against my inner thighs.

The pause that followed could only have been seconds but felt like a lifetime. I opened my eyes to see my stepbrother’s beautiful face inches above mine, his eyes fixed on mine, his pupils huge and black.

“Still ok?” he whispered. I nodded, my teeth still on my lower lip.

And then he began to make love to me. Starting slowly but building quickly in speed and passion, Jake’s body began to move in and out of mine. I was having real sex with a real gorgeous boy. It felt unbelievable; a boy’s erect penis was sliding smoothly in and out of my body, filling me unimaginably as it was thrust deep into me, leaving me empty – relieved and longing at the same time - as it was pulled back. And with every movement in and out, it stretched and stimulated my tight entrance bringing sensations I had never dreamed existed.

Jake’s pace increased; for a moment I was dimly aware of the aroma in the room changing and a soft creaking from the bedsprings but this was swept away as the warm glow I had glimpsed in the night began to return.

“Ohhhhh!”

I heard a voice moaning softly and realised it was mine as the glow grew stronger, rippling over my belly and into my thighs. The soft slapping sound grew louder and faster and the glow grew stronger, filling my belly and chest with pleasure.

“Oh Amy! Amy!”

This time the voice was Jake’s. My Jake’s! My brother’s voice; my lover’s voice! A wet feeling began to appear in my lower belly and the tightness I had felt around his wonderful erection faded quickly. Jake thrust into me harder and faster and the room filled with the unfamiliar but intoxicating sounds and smells of well-lubricated lovemaking.

As he thrust into me, I instinctively ran my hands adoringly over the clenched muscles of his chest and shoulders, then down to his lower back and tight buttocks, feeling his strokes get stronger and harder under my touch.

“Nnngh! Nnngh!” he grunted in time with his thrusts.

I heard a tiny squeal escape my lips each time his hips struck my thighs, driving his erection as deep into me as it could go, making the warm glow within me get stronger and stronger.

My thighs opened a little wider and I gasped as he plunged a tiny bit deeper into me. The glow grew stronger still, making my chest tighter and my breathing shallow and rasping as his thrusts grew faster and noisier.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

What was happening to me? It felt wonderful but frightening at the same time. Was this an orgasm? It didn’t feel like any of the very few orgasms I had given myself in bed with my fingers!

‘Slap-slap! Slap-slap! Slap-slap!’

Jake’s body slammed into mine faster and faster, filling the room with earthy wet noises that frightened me with their loudness. Still the glow grew stronger, making it hard for me to breathe, my lower belly and hips seemingly filling with an incredible warmth that began to flow outwards down my thighs and into my spine.

‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’

Jake’s thrusts were hard and jack-hammer fast now, his rhythm broken, his body hammering into mine with a force that both scared me and aroused me even more. The warm glow grew stronger and stronger, robbing me of breath completely until all I could do was pant and wait for the wall of heat to break over me.

“Amy... Amy...Amy... I can’t... can’t hold it... I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m... oh fuck!”

Before the glow could engulf me entirely, I felt his body go tense, saw his face contort and grimace above mine, heard him grunt incoherently and for the third time in my life felt the new but unmistakeable feeling of a boy ejaculating inside me.

Jake’s body shook and his erection throbbed deep within me as he came, grinding his hips painfully hard against mine, crushing my skinny frame under his weight.

My heart felt like it would explode, my head span with the incredible sensations that rocked me as Jake gradually regained control of his body.

“Oh Amy...” he murmured.

I stroked his handsome face with my fingertips. My wonderful, gorgeous, caring stepbrother had made love to me again. It had been short but it had been beautiful. As I felt him softening inside me I lay very still, feeling his welcome weight upon my body and pondering all that had occurred so suddenly.

Less than twelve hours ago I had been a giggling virgin. Now I had felt a real boy’s cock inside me no less than three times. It had been truly life-changing; the closeness, love and yes, growing sexual pleasure had been unlike anything I had imagined and promised to get even better.

Something deep within me told me that I hadn’t quite made it; that the warm glow had yet more to offer. I had felt things I had never dreamed of before but instinctively felt that it had all ended just a little too soon; that there were even more wonderful sensations to be experienced and enjoyed in my amazing stepbrother’s arms.

But mostly I realised that for the first time in my life, I was head over heels in love.

*

Jake and I spent what little of the morning remained hurriedly washing and changing the sheets on his bed and checking the house for any signs of our illicit activities before our parents arrived.

We opened all the windows to let out the strong smell of sex that pervaded the upper floor then breathed a sigh of relief. It was a strange but bonding experience that brought us even closer together, if that were possible and we exchange little smiles, intimate pats and occasional kisses throughout.

There had been a small pink stain on the sheet where my bottom had been during my first ever penetration. We hadn’t noticed in the dark but it was very obvious by daylight. I hadn’t realised that virgin blood was actually a real, tangible thing and could feel my face burning with embarrassment when we found it. Blessedly it was a washable thing too and we scrubbed the sheet together in silence – there was nothing appropriate either of us could have said.

Jake held my hands under the warm soapy water in the bath as we rubbed the cotton clean.

Later, in the shower I found that the stain on the sheet was mirrored by red-pink marks around my vulva and upper thighs. These too were easy to wash away, less so the swelling and soreness that remained which was an uncomfortable but arousing reminder of our sinful night for several days.

Mum and Dad arrived just after lunch time, having stopped to eat en route which did of course put an end to the more physical aspects of our newly discovered romance.

I hoped and prayed that the pause would only be temporary.

Jake and I were breathless but ready to greet them when they arrived. I felt very nervous as they looked around the cottage in case we had overlooked something that would give us away. As they explored each room and made happy, delighted noises, Jake and I exchanged anxious glances as we remembered what had happened even more clearly.

It was so hard to act normally when all I wanted to do was run into my first real lover’s arms again, shower him with kisses and let him take me up to bed. But however nervous we were, there was nothing untoward to see and our cheerful parents quickly unpacked and settled easily into their bright, low-ceilinged bedroom.

*

I can’t imagine a more vulnerable time for a girl than the hours and days after losing her virginity and exposing her soul to a boy, whoever that boy might be. Even though my first lover was my stepbrother, I was no exception and it was only a matter of hours after Mum and Dad arrived before feelings of insecurity began. They were only mild at first but grew stronger as the hours passed and I kept looking to Jake for little signs of reassurance

With all four of us thrown together in the beautiful but small cottage, he found this very difficult to provide and my unease increased.

I had no tangible reason to doubt his love for me but of course, I had never had sex with anyone before and was unprepared for the massive change within my body and the powerful new emotions that my defloration would bring.

I felt very vulnerable and confused; slightly disgusted by the coarse, messy physical aspects of what we had done; frightened by the way my body had responded which had felt completely out of my control.

Ridiculously, I even felt ashamed of myself for letting any boy, let alone my own stepbrother see me in such a state and touch my most private places. Whatever he had said, could Jake really still respect me after all we had done?

Worst of all, despite the shame I kept getting aroused by the memory of the new pleasure I had enjoyed and wanted to enjoy again, believing ore and more that there must be more, even greater pleasures to come.

But above all this I felt my body and soul had been completely laid bare. My already weak emotional defences were shattered and I felt an almost desperate need to be close to Jake again, to feel the reassurance of his arms around me, his lips on mine, to know he really did still love and respect me.

And, yes, I wanted to experience the wonderful new feeling of his cock inside my inexperienced vagina again.

Instead, of course, we had to spend the afternoon and evening like we used to; as a family, walking through the town and onto the beach; gazing at the waves and the cliffs and eating ice cream before taking our usual cliff top walk. In other circumstances it would have been fun and relaxing but for me it was torment. I could feel Jake’s eyes on me most of the time and couldn’t keep mine from the strong, fit, youthfully athletic frame that was displayed so well by his tight sleeveless T shirt and shorts.

I had chosen an equally tight yellow vest and my tiny cut off denim shorts to let the sun tan my legs as high up as possible. They were so short the pockets showed under the frayed hem and I usually wore them with thong panties or none at all.

Normally going commando wasn’t a problem but today I realised too late that it was a big mistake; the shorts’ gusset chafed my already sore vulva terribly and more than once made me wince as we climbed the steps to the cliff.

At one point, Mum asked why I was walking so strangely. This horrified me into stunned silence until Jake came to my rescue with a joke about a recent netball injury.

Despite my distractions, the walk was perfect with a bright, warm sun beating down on us and soon I began to relax a little. Jake and I exchanged glances when we passed the place where we had been accused of ‘sexual shenanigans’ the day before and my tummy rumbled with butterflies when I thought of what had happened since.

We had cold drinks at a café on the cliff top and rubbed in sun cream which gave me a chance to feel Jake’s wonderful hands on my skin again. I’m sure he could feel me shivering with pleasure as he rubbed the smooth preparation into my shoulders and neck.

“I love you, sexy Amy!”

He whispered softly into my ear as his arms reached around me rather more closely than was appropriate for someone who was almost my big brother. But I loved the brief moment of intimacy. I leaned my head back against his chest for and hissed.

“I love you too! I can’t believe it’s really happening!”

“Me neither,” he whispered as he leaned over me, his fingers brushing casually against my flat chest as he put the sun cream back in my handbag. “You look really sexy!”

I blushed and to my horror saw that my nipples had hardened and were very visible through my vest.

“Come on you two!” Dad called, throwing his ice cream wrapper in the bin. Jake grinned and shrugged as he pulled me to my feet.

We walked on a little further. I led the way, keeping well in front of Mum and Dad to prevent them catching sight of my aroused nipples. These of course began to chafe on my vest almost as much as the shorts on my vulva.

Despite this, I began to feel really good. The sun was beating down on our backs, the sea was blue, the sky was clear and I was in love. Jake walked alongside me most of the time, ostensibly to give Mum and Dad some privacy but really so that we could chat a little.

Obviously the one subject we really wanted to talk about was for too risky with our parents close by but we managed enough innuendo to create a low-level sexual frisson between us. By the time we were on the long path looping round the fields towards the town and the bustling harbour, the hardness in my nipples had subsided and the chafing down below had moderated enough to be ignored.

As we descended into the town, Mum and Dad were holding hands. In the past this would have embarrassed Jake and me terribly but right them I desperately wanted to hold my stepbrother’s hand too as a real couple would. In the end I had to settle for a squeeze of my fingers in his as Jake helped me over a style followed by another surreptitious squeeze of my braless boobs as I jumped to the ground on the other side.

Eventually the sunny afternoon walk came to an end and we returned to the cottage, stopping at the supermarket en route to buy all we needed for the dinner Mum and I planned to cook. I changed hurriedly into a short summer dress and proper white panties as soon as we arrived back to give my sore vulva some much needed relief.

Without the distraction of that cooking I don’t know how I would have survived the evening. It was nearly impossible to behave ‘normally’ in the same room as Jake. I’m not even sure I knew what ‘normal’ meant anymore and was relieved when Dad took him out to the nearby shop to choose wine for the meal as the bottle we had brought with us had mysteriously become empty.

I blushed when Mum commented on how much the two of us must have drunk the night before and jokingly asked what we had been up to. I could feel my face burning in embarrassment as I mumbled an unconvincing reply. Fortunately Mum misinterpreted it and scolded:

“If you’re going to get drunk, it’s a good job your brother’s here to look after you!”

Dad and Jake were gone a long time which gave Mum and me a chance to get the meal going without distractions from our male partners. A thrill went through me when I realised that was what Jake had now become. We had a couple of glasses of chilled white wine together and of course, did a little of the mother-daughter bonding that Jake and his Dad were no doubt doing in town.

After I had reassured Mum that Jake and I had been quite all right on our own, to my relief she moved quickly on to the subject she clearly wanted to talk about; my stepdad.

After an awkward start, Mum confided what I had already guessed which was that the huge demands placed on them both by the business were putting a strain on their relationship. They still very much loved each other but needed a little time to get to know each other again.

This had partly been why they had spent the previous night away from us. The sexual implication was strong but for some reason didn’t embarrass me as it previously would.

I told her things between her and Dad had looked good all afternoon; she smiled and agreed they were, but said that they needed to do a lot more. As a result, she asked if Jake and I would be upset if they left us to our own devices from time to time while they went off for a few walks or visits on their own. They would be back every night and we would usually all eat together but we might have to entertain ourselves during the day.

It was hard not to let out a small cheer when I heard this but I controlled my delight and assured her that Jake and I got on well enough not to get on each other’s nerves too badly. My tummy was full of butterflies yet again as I set the table for four and hurried to get things ready before the boys came back, which they did a little later, smelling of beer from the pub they had gone to without inviting us.

Mum wasn’t amused!

Dinner was delicious and passed off very well. Mum is an excellent cook and we all enjoyed ourselves like the normal happy family we were – or at least used to be. Even the parts that I cooked were good, though I say it myself and I had the stains on my dress to prove it.

At table, Mum and Dad sat next to each other with me and Jake sitting opposite them on a bench seat. There wasn’t much room so we had to squeeze tightly up against each other. This was uncomfortable and in the past would have resulted in squabbling but that evening it gave us plenty of opportunity to press our legs together and hold hands for a few seconds throughout the meal.

Occasionally I felt Jake’s strong hand on my skinny thigh which made me shiver with pleasure.

Once the table had been cleared and the coffee poured, the wine continued to flow freely and we all became a little tipsy.

“How about a stroll down to the sea. It’ll be sunset soon?”

It was well after ten o’clock and we were all in the lounge, half way through a movie on DVD when Jake threw out this very uncharacteristic suggestion.

“What?” Dad mumbled in response as Jake secretly gave me a meaningful look.

“Great!” I immediately agreed, hoping that Mum and Dad would prefer to stay in and finish the movie but once again I was to be unlucky.

“What a romantic idea!” Mum replied, openly giving Dad the kind of look Jake had just secretly given me to our joint embarrassment.

Dad smiled and stood up and as they put on their jackets I pulled a face at Jake. He shrugged and pulled one back as if to say this wasn’t his plan at all but we were stuck with it. So, with the movie put on ‘pause’ we trooped out of the front door and into the street.

The walk to the waterfront was indeed romantic, down flights of old stone stairs and along steep twisted pathways until it reached the sea shining in the evening sunlight. The air was warm and the smells of cooking wafted around us from the open windows of other cottages and nearby restaurants.

Mum slipped her arm through Dad’s and they walked slowly, their bodies close together in the way I so wanted to do with Jake but which would have given us away immediately.

Instinctively, Jake and I slowed down to put a little space between us and the two love birds ahead. Jake's arm fell inconspicuously to his side and a moment later my hand was in his as the twisting pathway broke the line of sight between us and our parents. I felt his strong fingers squeezing mine and glowed inside, my tummy full of butterflies as I walked with my first ever lover.

As we rounded the last turn of the path and stepped down onto the pier, we were suddenly met by Mum and Dad who were waiting for us. Our romantic hand-holding had to be quickly if awkwardly changed to look like Jake helping me down the step in a gentlemanly manner. This made us both embarrassed and giggly. Fortunately Mum and Dad were too engrossed in each other to notice and it wasn’t long before we had reached the end of the pier and were staring out as the reddening sun began to dip below the watery horizon.

I suppose I had been aware of romantic views and situations for years and had felt moved by emotion in the past but I will never forget the deep, warming feelings that washed over me that night as the four of us watched that amazing sunset together. None of the many corny romantic novels I had read or the rom-com movies I had seen came close to describing the reality of really being in love for the first time.

I began to shiver though it wasn’t yet cold, goose-bumps rising on my arms and legs. Jake's Dad stood behind my Mum, his arms encircling her chest and waist. Her body was leaning heavily against his; I wished so much that Jake could have held me the same way.

As it was, he must have sensed my shivering because within seconds I felt the warmth of his body close alongside mine, shielding my trembling frame from what little evening breeze still blew. I leaned against him, my body pressed surreptitiously against the boy who only twenty-four hours ago had gently and perfectly eased me from my virginity and who now professed to love me as I knew I loved him.

“It’s just so beautiful,” I heard Mum whisper as the orange-yellow glow sank slowly into the darkness of the sea in front of us.

“It’s amazing,” I agreed, leaning gently and surreptitiously against my stepbrother’s muscular body, briefly feeling the heat of his breath on my neck as his lips brushed against my skin.

“You’re amazing Amy!”

Jake’s voice was soft as he whispered in my ear. His hand gripped mine again and squeezed it as the last few inches of sun dipped below the horizon and the night’s darkness closed in around us with a coolness that made me shiver again.

There was silence for a surprisingly long time as the wonderful beauty of the sunset burned in our memories then, as our eyes adjusted to the new darkness, my hand was released and we began to stir.

“It’s getting chilly,” I heard Mum’s voice, soft and slightly slurry as if she was a little drunk too.

“Here,” Dad replied, draping his jacket around her shoulders. “Let’s get some hot coffee into you. Maybe a little brandy too!”

“That would be lovely,” she agreed, clearly amused. “Are you two coming?”

Before I could reply that I was feeling cold too, Jake answered for both of us.

“We thought we’d nip into town for a drink and a look at the slot machines,” he said in a slightly stilted voice.

“Kids!” Dad laughed. “You never change! Have you got enough cash?” He was opening his wallet.

“Can you ever have enough cash?” Jake asked, chuckling as Dad passed him a crisp twenty-pound note.

“Have a nice time,” Mum said softly then whispered to me. “Don’t rush back!”

I felt a little shocked as I watched our parents turn away from the darkness of the sea and begin the walk back to the cottage but then felt Jake’s body moving closer and his fingers closing on mine. At the same time, his Dad’s arm rose around my Mum’s shoulders as they turned into the alleyway then they disappeared from sight.

I breathed out heavily.

“That was so romantic,” I began, feeling my fingers being entwined with Jake’s as his body pressed closer. “They’re still in love, even after all these years!”

Jake didn’t reply. Instead I felt movement alongside me and a large dark shadow falling over my face. Before I realised what was happening, Jake’s warm soft mouth was pressed against mine, my own lips had parted helplessly as his arms closed around me and I felt his long, eager tongue entering my mouth.

I sucked gently on it as it sought my own and for a moment our tongues writhed together in intimate embrace. My arms rose around his neck and I felt his hands seeking and finding my buttocks, kneading them firmly through my light summer dress, pressing my moistening vulva against his muscular upper thigh. My chest tightened with increasing arousal and instinctively I began to rub myself up and down his strong leg as I had the night before, the hem of my dress rising to expose my dampening panties.

The sudden sound of heavy footsteps in the alleyway brought our embrace to an abrupt end as an older couple suddenly emerged from the semi-darkness onto the pier. We leapt guiltily apart as if scalded.

“’Good evening,” the man greeted us in a broad local accent as we sprang apart, hastily adjusting our clothes.

“Um… Hi…!” Jake stammered as I cowered behind him, grateful to the darkness for hiding the burning fear and embarrassment on my face. “Wonderful view,” he stammered, obviously just as embarrassed as I was.

“There are a lot of wonderful views round here,” the man smiled knowingly. “I hope you two have a nice evening.”

The double meaning was obvious, as was the meaning of his smile but I noticed as they turned towards the town that he took the woman’s hand in his and gripped it tightly in the darkness.

“That was close,” I breathed.

“There are too many people here, full stop,” Jake laughed. “Come on! Let’s blow Dad’s money like we used to!”

He took my hand and we half walked, half skipped our way down to the town where the garish lights of the penny arcades howled their discordant welcome. As we walked into the noise, a feeling of light-hearted irresponsibility seemed to come over both of us and for nearly an hour we had pure, simple fun, seeing who could win the nastiest plastic prize, giggling as we used to do when we were younger but with a new, exciting frisson whenever our bodies touched – which they did frequently.

Half an hour later, we were sitting close together in a quiet corner of an olde-worlde pub, Jake with another pint of beer in front of him, me with my second very large glass of white wine. What with the wine we had enjoyed over dinner, I was feeling distinctly tipsy to the point where I had given up trying to stop Jake caressing my upper thigh under the table.

In fact a silly but daring game had developed in which I let my knees part a tiny amount but enough for my overwhelmingly attractive stepbrother to take advantage of. As his hands grew bolder, every so often I would feel his fingertips brush lightly against the crotch of my panties, at which point I would bring my knees together sharply and give him a comic frown.

Later, I hung from his strong arm as we walked slowly and unsteadily back to the cottage, my knees a little unstable from the unfamiliar alcohol and even less familiar arousal his fingers had brought me. Jake was a little tipsy himself if his slightly slurred words were anything to go by and there was a lot of shushing and giggling when we finally got back inside our temporary home.

A quick look in the lounge revealed that the movie had been finished and another had been started then left on pause. There were two empty but used wine glasses on the low table and an empty wine bottle alongside but no sign of our parents.

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