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Beach sex with Emma

... that same confident look. She stopped speaking for a moment, but never took her eyes off my cock.

“Are you sure you don’t want to jump in and join us?” I asked.

“NO” she screamed.

“Get the fuck out of there, both of you!”

So, I did. I climbed out nice and slow so she could get a good look. As I did, Emma also stood up, naked from the waist down.

Sophie saw this and spat out “No fucking way! There’s no way you two…”

Emma got all up in Sophie’s face and answered her.

“Allll week. Did you get any from your lifeguard friends?”

Sophie was dumbfounded at her sister. She looked at Emma, then back to my cock. Then back at Emma, then back at my cock. I seriously wanted to grab her, run back to her bedroom and see which of the sisters was better.

“I am SO telling mom you’ve been doing this…” Sophie started.

Emma quickly interrupted “That’s fine, I’ll just tell her you’ve been fucking the lifeguards all week, who’s she gonna believe?”

This degenerated into an all-out shouting match. I was sure it was going to come to blows at any moment. I knew that this wasn’t going to go away soon. Emma and I had had our last fuck. While they argued, I grabbed my trunks and slipped back into Sophie's room. I knew ...

... I wouldn’t get a chance to fuck her for real, so I figured I’d fuck her this way. I pulled her covers down and jerked my cock until I shot my last load all over her bed. Then I pulled the covers back up. If they’re argument continued and they told their parents on each other, whose bed would they find the cum stains on? If not, at least Sophie would get to sleep on my load that night. Close enough. I put my trunks back on and while they continued screaming at each other, I made my way out the door and back to the beach.

Again, I walked way down the beach. Far past where my house was. I didn’t know if either of them would follow me. After I was satisfied that I was safe, I made my way home and had dinner with my parents at a very nice restaurant. I told them what a great week I’d had hanging out on the beach, and this had turned out to be the best vacation yet.

The next day, we packed up our things and left for home. I never saw or heard from Emma again. I never even knew her last name. Did she end up pregnant? I’ll never know, although she went home with enough sperm inside her to produce a whole litter. She is the only reason that when people today ask me if I have any kids, I have to say…

“None that I know of”