Winter—Spring Hols: Beach day and send off

“Babe, you can come. I’m sure that they won’t mind.” Erik says softly, crossing his arms, beach bag slung over his shoulder.

Vi sulks at the window of his dorm room, the high spring sun, a promise of what’s to come this season, high in the air. “Woe is me. Abandoned in this prison cell of a castle.”

“Babe…” Erik laughs, staring at her back.

She looks over her shoulder. She may be playing around, but the way the sun hits her face makes her look incredibly radiant. “How it hurts me to be left alone.” Her lip twitches; she’s barely able to contain her laughter.

“Vi!” He chastises her, finally breaking her; she erupts into laughter and leans against the wall. She stands up and saunters toward him, lightly slapping his chest, then collapses onto the couch. “Obviously, I’m messing around. You should hang with your sisters. I’ll come next time; there will be plenty of hot summer days.

“You sure?” He asks, patting her head gently. “Stepsisters,” he reminds her.

She rolls her eyes and responds. “100 per cent. I’ll chill here, maybe go out with Ari; she should be waking up soon.”

Erik sighs. “Alright, have fun then.” He leans over, and they share a quick kiss.

“Mhmm. You too! Love you! I’ll see you tonight anyway for the farewell drinks!”

He rolls his eyes as he opens his dorm room door. “It’s for a weekend; stop calling it that!”

Erik parks along the bay, a few makeshift car parks set up for beachgoers from far out—Erik was fortunate enough to be coming in to look just as someone was leaving, much to the frustration of the car that came in behind him.

He walks along the beach, hand over his brow, scanning the beach for an impressive array of male and female sculpted bodies. The thought crosses his mind that maybe he should’ve forced Vi to come; he can already spot a few spots that could temporarily hide them from the sun and crowds.

Though, for now, he looks like an insane pervert just scanning the beach and his eyes lingering a little too long on the scantily clad women.

He’s saved from getting jumped by overprotective boyfriends when he finally spots a familiar long red braid; it helps that she yells from where she is: “Erik!!!! HERE!!!”

He waves back, and as he gets close, well, Erik is just a man at the end of the day, and his eyes can’t help but fully take in the bodies of BOTH his stepsisters; it seems that Anya did end up picking the risque gold bikini to purchase that day, and Maki’s criss-cross style hot bikini two-piece is a truly erotic sight; her large breasts may as well be completely bare with how little the fabric hides. And even Anya—the girl he grew up with, who would never have worn that—she has really grown up…

He approaches them and the girls greet him from the sand, too much in a state of relaxation to get up. Erik meets Anya’s sparkling eyes and he feels a shiver of attraction for yet another stepsister; he swallows it down for the time being, but the way her eyes travel down his body… “Hey, stepbro…” She drawls out.

Maki’s eyes dart to her, her fingers digging into the sand, a small nervous nibble at her bottom lip; she looks up at Erik and pats the sand. “H-Hey, stepbro! Sit down! We’ve been waiting for you!”

Erik smiles, a small flush creeping up his neck; he sits down next to Maki, spreading a towel out and spreading his toes in the sand.

“Wow.” He says, leaning back on his arms and looking out to the sea. “I forgot how nice the sun feels on your skin.”

“Right!” Maki grins, slapping him hard o the back, causing Erik to wince in pain. “What a fucking sight for sore eyes.”

“Mhhmm” Anya adds softly, her hum really bordering on a moan.

The stepsiblings hang out for a bit, chatting and spending time together. Both girls get very excited when Erik opens his bag and pulls out half a watermelon he got from the grocery store, then spreads out three small spoons.

Maki scoots closer to him, her thigh leaning against his as she snatches a spoon from his hand, scooping some of the fruit out, then holds it to his mouth. “For being such a goooood stepbro, let me feed you!”

Erik chuckles, but he knows it's better than to argue against Maki like this, so he opens his mouth, allowing her to slide the spoon onto his tongue, guiding his mouth closed with her hand, grinning, a light blush forming on her nose and upper cheek, the heft of her breast leaning against his arm.

The tension is still there; they never talked about it. How could they? But it was there and undeniable; a budding forbidden sexual tension.

The only stopgap is Anya, nails digging into the towel as she watches her blonde stepsibling get fed by her top-heavy sister.

She crawls around the two and presses against Erik’s other side, snatching another spoon and blushing as she exclaims, grabbing his chin and pulling it open, “Double stepsister feeding time!”

The more they use the word ‘step’—well, Erik is beginning to understand what everyone means when they point out his overcorrection of the term not being used.

The beach starts to fill up a bit more, and Maki gets antsy, her feet tapping, looking around and shaking her head. “If another beach ball lands on me, I’m going to commit mass murder.”

Anya laughs softly, lifting her head, the toned litheness of her back flexing as she shifts to the side, her naturally lidded eyes studying both of them. “Should we find a new spot?”

Erik shrugs in agreement. “Not a bad idea.” He climbs on the rock that the girls have placed their belongings on and looks around. He points at a small clearing in the trees. “What about over there?”

Maki shoots up and stretches her arms above her head, Anya moves back to rest on her knees, and looks up at Erik. Maki nods and joins her sister in looking at Erik. “I fully fuckin’ trust you, lead the way, big bro.”

“Stepbro.” He curses himself internally, the smirk on Maki’s face saying the whole story.

They pack up their stuff, and as he’s bent over, he catches Anya looking at him. She smiles and slowly bends over, reaching down to grab her own small bag. She slowly arches her back as she goes to stand; Erik can’t help but feel that she’s moving in absolute slow motion. She reaches back and adjusts her thong, sticking her tongue out playfully, before kicking some sand up towards him and strutting away, Erik’s eyes already glued to her backside.

As the trio start to walk towards the clearing, Anya makes a small sound.

“You okay?” Erik asks.

She’s blushing, and she pats her legs, cursing herself; the usual pants she would be wearing are obviously missing. “I can’t find my phone.”

“Is it in the car?” Maki suggests.

She groans. “It definitely is.”

“You want to go grab it?” Erik asks, pausing his trek.

She shakes her head. “No, it’s fine… I was going to take a photo of us three… ” Anya looks at the two, hopeful.

Maki shakes her head, “I’d fully drop the fuckin’ thing, soz.”

Erik’s the same, “I’d get into the water forgetting it’s in my pocket.”

Maki shrugs, already starting to walk again. “Go get it then. You have the keys; we’ll set up in the spot before it gets stolen.”

Anya frowns, looking over her shoulder towards the carparks, back towards Maki; her face reddens. Erik puts a hand on her shoulder and smiles. “Want me to go with you?”

“She doesn’t!” Maki calls. “I need your help anyway, come on, chop chop!”

“Be quick.” Erik whispers, grinning at her; she nods and starts to power walk, not wanting to be away from the group for too long.

Maki’s body is absolutely humming. She feels so electric at the moment; she’s felt the eyes on her, not just from random pervs, but from the man she has her eyes on, the man who groped her tits so deliciously. Her eyes narrow as he catches up to the small clearing.

Her time for subtlety is long over.

She points at a small outcrop. “Leave the stuff here; come here with me for a second.”

Erik is happy to follow. With Anya gone, it’s the perfect time to talk to her, to get over this weird tension they’ve had since that night at the club.

His eyes follow her ass (he’s only a man), but they snap up as she turns and sits on a small rock, somehow finding an area safe from prying eyes. She looks up at him with lidded eyes and a small blush.

“Look.” He says, standing in front of her and turning his head towards the trees. “We need to talk about that night at the club. It wasn’t right, right?”

She nods, leaning over slightly, getting closer to him. “I agree.”

Erik nods slowly. “Right. It was just… proximity and alcohol, right?”

She nods again, biting her lower lip, her eyes travelling down his body. “Right… Right… There were too many eyes.”

“Exactly! Wait, what?”

She lets out a tense exhale and grabs the side of his shorts, pulling them down before he can even react.

“Fuck…. You’re not even hard yet.” She growls, her fingertips pressing against the head of his cock.

He’s in too much shock to react properly, too much shock to take a step back or pull his shorts back up. Or is it just a morbid curiosity to see where this goes? A curiosity that’s been bubbling for him too, or is the fact that she licked her hand and has been stroking him the moment he was exposed.

She gently strokes him, her eyes fixed on his cock, her other hand grabbing at her own legs, her face getting warmer and warmer with each second, with each added inch of hardness.

“I’ve not been able to get this stupid huge cock out of my mind, stepbro.”

“Christ, Maki.” He shudders, letting it happen, the voice in his head dimming with each passing stroke.

She looks up at him and grabs him at the base of his cock, squeezing tightly. “Go on. Ask me to jerk you off.” She narrows her eyes. “Please ask. I want to so bad, stepbro.”

Erik shudders; he shouldn’t be this easily pushed, but realistically, he was already on the edge of the cliff. “Stroke my dick, Maki.”

She nods, biting her lip, bringing her hand to her mouth; she licks at her hand and wraps it around him, stroking with real vigour now, her legs opening up and her hand idly going between her open thighs.

“This is the thing that fucks Vi? And that girl, Haley?”

Erik groans, the physical and mental stimulation driving him beyond wild. “Heidi.”

“Whatever”, she says tensely, her breasts jiggling with the effort. “I want you to cum, stepbro. I want to see it explode.”

“Fuck me, Maki.” He groans, watching her face get closer, her nostrils flaring as she takes in his scent.

“Right here? You think Anya will want to join.” She inches closer, her lips almost brushing against his cockhead now, her nose inches away, the smell of his masculinity sending her brain to a state of euphoria, “Aw, fuck it.”

She opens her mouth and takes his cock into her mouth, immediately trying to take as much length of him as she can down her throat. She chokes early on from the sudden intrusion, choking and wincing with the effort.

He can't hold back anymore; there’s too much stimulation. He groans, and the first spurt of his seed hits the back of her throat. She slides her head off with a moan and a cough, stroking him intently, coaxing every single drop out as she snickers up at him, her legs opening, her expression hungry for more.

Erik steps back, panting, realising fully what line they just crossed.

Maki seems not to give a single care, her finger collecting some of his cum, squeezing it between her thumb and forefinger; she spreads it across her large, heaving chest. She reaches down and hooks a finger in her bikini. “I want more.”

Erik steps forward, drunk on lust.

“Guys?!” A soft voice calls from the trees behind them. Maki grimaces, but doesn’t move, fingers gently smearing his cum on her cleavage. “Fuck. Cleanup, Maki. I’ll go talk to her.” She takes another almost longing look at his somehow still erect dick, biting her bottom lip; he turns and makes a beeline for the shore, pushing his cock back into his board shorts.

The rest of the beach trip is quiet, Maki unable to resist giving Erik hungry, horny looks, Anya privy to the changed dynamic, she knows she missed something, and is frustrated that neither party involved want to even hint at what happened.

So much so that when she sets her phone up against a small rock, she greedily wraps an arm around Erik’s neck, claiming him before Maki can stake a claim for the photo.

“How waaaaaaaas the beach?!” Vi asks, holding a cup up, Sai and Ari both greeting him in their unique ways—Sai emplyoing their long time handhhake, and Ari flipping him off.

Erik doesn’t know how to respond. He needs to tell her, not now, obviously, but he can’t keep the fact that his stepsister jerked him off and gave him a few-second-long blowjob. Instead, he replies with a simple: “Really good! I’ll tell you about it when these losers aren't here.”

Ari sticks her tongue out at him.

“So, you fucking the teacher this weekend?” Ari asks Vi. “It’s about time, right?”

Sai leans forward, also interested in the answer. Erik points at the other couple in turn. “You told them about Juan?”

“Oooooh, Juan!” Sai teases, getting an impressed, approving nod from Ari. “Good boy.” She grins. “Learning from the best.”

Vi laughs and nods. “Yeah, I trust these two with my secrets.”

Ari points at Erik. “Which means you’re holding out on us. I’ll get it out of ya, don’t you worry.”

Vi continues. “But yeah. I told them. And as I was saying, I doubt much, if anything at all, will happen.”

“I mean, you're taking a Pretty wild bikini.” Sai says, blushing.

Vi grins, turning as Erik asks her. “Oh? Which one?”

“Less of a bikini. It’s the green one with strings.”

“Oh fuck me.” Erik says.

“That’s what Juan will be saying! I’m praying for a sun for you guys.”

Sai looks up from his phone. “It’s a whole weekend of warmth!”

Ari winks. “Send pictures when you fuck him.”

Vi laughs, leaning against Erik’s leg, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “I don’t think anything will happen! It’s a ‘professional’ event!”

Ari rolls her eyes, corruption encouragement in full swing from her. “I believe in you, Sai believes in you, and Erik wants it! Isn’t that right!?”

Vi turns to Erik expectanly.

The answer is easy. Yes. Play with him, tease him, give him a show… But there’s a guilt about the fact that he won’t get a chance to tell her about Maki.

“I think… you should push it as much as you can… You said he’s been looking at you right… Maybe… it’s time for a touch…”

It’s a fast timeline, faster than she had planned, but she grins up at him amidst the encouragement from Ari and Sai, if her man wants her to be a slut…

“Yes, daddy. I’ll be a nice good slut for you.” She grins up at him, her words meant just for him.