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Beach sex with Emma

... applying some there. Starting from her ankles, slowly moving all the way up to her thighs. As I approached that tiny little bikini, I noticed a few dark hairs poking out. My eyes darted from her bikini up to her eyes. She gave a wide-eyed smile, but then closed her thighs on my hand, realizing what I’d been looking at. My eyes shifted from hers, down to my hand between her legs, then back up to her eyes again. Then, still staring into her eyes, I slid my hand back down to her knees, and slowly started to pull those legs apart again. Her eyes grew wider, her smile too, but she didn’t resist.

As I started to slide my hand up the inside of her thighs, her smile, already beaming, turned expectant and lustful. Her lips parted ever so slightly. I looked up again to make sure no one was watching, then quickly pulled my hand away and scooted away from her about a foot or so. Startled, she sat up, asking me what was wrong. I looked up the beach and pointed. Coming towards us, about a hundred yards away, was Sophie, accompanied by some dark, tanned beach stud.

Emma composed herself just as Sophie and her boy toy came strolling up to us. From the buff bod and dark even tan, I guessed he had to be one of the seasonal locals. I’m not sure anyone actually lived here year-round. There were introductions all around, Sophie, Ben, Emma, Dirk. That’s right, his name was Dirk. Emma laughed under her breath. I hated him instantly. I could tell exactly what he was, a Frat boy disguised as a ...

... beach bum. All Sophie saw was muscles and tan.

Sophie informed Emma that she was going to hang with him and his friends farther up the beach for the rest of the day, and she would be home late, probably after sunset. Emma would have to inform their parents.

“You can make it back to the house by yourself, can’t you?” She asked sarcastically, as she glanced over to their house which was about a hundred yards away.

“Yeah, I’ll manage” Emma answered back with all the spite she could manage. “But I’m not covering for your ass when you come home drunk again” she added.

Apparently, Sophie did this a lot.

They both exchanged disgusted looks, then Dirk put his arm around Sophie and they turned and started walking back up the beach. They might have made it about 20 yards before his hand was on her ass.

There was no doubt I’d found the sweeter of the two sisters. Sophie was a real bitch.

Hot Tub?

Once they were gone, I wanted nothing more than to go back to where I was, with a bottle of lotion in one hand and the other between Emma’s legs. We sat there a bit awkwardly for a few moments as I tried to think of how to resume our previous positions.

Emma spoke up. “She’s such a bitch sometimes”

“Well, at least you know she’ll leave us alone for the rest of the day.” Yes, I purposely said “US”, and then I moved up nice and close to her again.

As she started to respond, she turned her face to me. I raised my hand up to her chin, held her still, then leaned in ...