Beach House - Sex Stories

Beach House

... rented was your typical beach bungalow. Big beautiful balcony looking over the water. Open floor plan on the main floor, living room, kitchen, and dining area all rolled into one cozy space. Huge floor to ceiling windows with a killer view. And just one master bedroom/bath combo in the loft. Delilah's purple duffel bag was already sitting on the bed and as Darren peeked into the bathroom he saw her girlie crap was all over both sinks. Just as well. His s****r always slept late and this way she wouldn't be sl**ping on the couch while he tried to go about his morning workout. "So I guess I'm taking the couch then" he called to her over the railing of the loft. He could just see her lower half as she banged around in the kitchen putting things in their place. He'd already started back down the stairs when she yelled back, "Don't be silly. We'll just share. The bed is big enough and the bathroom has two sinks. Just shove my stuff over." She knocked over something and muttered a curse. Darren stood frozen on the steps. How the hell was he supposed to share a bed with the beautiful and attractive woman he had formerly seen only as his little s****r. "Well it's kinda close quarters don't you think? I'll be fine on the couch." He said hopefully. "Loveseat." She yelled up to him. "What?" Darren wasn't sure what she meant. "No couch. It's a loveseat or a chair. Neither will fit a man your size and I'm sure as hell not sl**ping on either." She stepped to the foot of the stairs as she ...

... said it. "What's your problem. It's not like we've never shared a bed before. It's only a few weeks." She smirked and went back into the kitchen. "Yeah. Sure. Okay, I guess I'll start putting stuff away up here then." He trudged back up to the loft and dropped his bag onto the full sized bed. It wasn't very big. In fact it was barely big enough for him. It could be a very awkward eight weeks if he didn't get control of himself. How long had it been since he'd had sex. Too long obviously. He hadn't thought about it recently. Hadn't felt the need too. He hadn't had a girlfriend since their mother had left but he'd never missed it... he'd been busy. Now suddenly he wished he'd given a second look at some of the girls on campus who'd asked him out. "Hey can you hang up some of my stuff while you're up there. I'd rather not wear wrinkles for the whole trip." Delilah called up the stairs. "Uh, sure." Darren moved to her bag and unzipped the top. He pulled out a few of the summer dresses on top and paused when his hand met silk. He pulled out what he hoped weren't the pajamas she'd be wearing. Tiny silk nightgowns in all different colors. He tossed them back in the bag and pulled out the rest of her clothes and a few lacy bras. He thanked the saints that she obviously kept underwear in a different pocket of the bag. Strange, he hadn't noticed another pocket. "Hey you hungry? I made sandwiches. You can finish that later." Delilah yelled, distracting him from her clothes. "Yeah food ...