Beach House - Sex Stories

Beach House

... "Oh right." She said through a yawn. "Change of clothes. Where'd you put my nightgowns and stuff?" She asked sl**pily. "Um. They're over here but wouldn't you rather sl**p in something warmer, it might get cold." He asked as he went over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. "Nah. I like the silk. Just grab me one and toss it here will you. I don't feel like getting up." She said with another yawn. "Yeah. Okay" he mumbled and pulled out a light blue nightgown. He turned to toss it to her and let out a whoosh of air. She'd already pulled her shirt off and thrown it to the floor. Her head was bent down as she struggled with the zipper on her jeans. Shiny blonde hair hung in front of her chest giving tantalizing peaks of nipple. "Jesus Lilah." He gasped and whirled around. "What? What happened?" She asked sounding more awake. "You can't keep doing that." Darren reprimanded. "Doing what? And by the way I'm still waiting on that gown." She said. He threw the silk over his shoulder in her general direction. "You can't keep getting naked around me. We're not k**s and I'm not one of your girlfriends." "Geez, don't throw a fit. It's not like you've never seen a naked girl before. Besides you didn't care earlier. You're just grumpy cuz your tired." She said. Darren could hear the sheets rustle as she climbed underneath. "There. I'm all covered up. Not a bit of skin showing. Promise." Delilah said from behind him. He turned slowly and saw that she'd pulled the covers up over her ...

... head and was indeed covered completely. "No need to be a smart ass. I just think we need to establish some ground rules about Nudity... and how there shouldn't be any." He walked to her side of the bed and pulled the covers off her face. "You're my s****r. And I'm not supposed to be seeing quite so much of you. That's all." He felt like a school teacher scolding a c***d. And he didn't think she was taking him seriously. "Yes sir Mr. preacher man. I never meant to upset your delicate sensibilities." She said in a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice that confirmed his suspicion. "You're such a brat. You know that." Darren laughed and tickled her through the blanket. She squirmed and laughed. "Okay okay. I promise. No more skinny dipping." She was breathless by the time he released her and went into the bathroom to get ready. When Darren came back into the bedroom a few minutes later Delilah had turned off the lights but he could see she was still awake. She had the covers pulled up to her waist and her arms curled under her chin. Just a little cleavage peeked through her folded arms but it was enough that Darren had to look away. He went around to his side of the bed and lifted the covers. As he slid in his body was quickly pressed against Delilah's because the space was so small. He tried scooting back over but he almost slipped off the edge. "So... are you offended by my body or..." Delilah distracted him from the lack of space issue with her question. "What? No. I don't know." He ...