Everywhere you look, somebody you know is getting divorced. Hell, even my parents got divorced 5 years ago at the ripe ages of 65 and 62. Not sure why, after all those years of putting up with each other, but oh well. I am 44 and my wife is 43, with our 21 year marriage still going strong.
About a year ago, my dad started seeing a lady named Helen. At 68, she actually looked pretty good. She must have been hot in her younger days. I had only met Helen a few times and she seemed really nice. The 2 of them had good chemistry and they seemed to have a lot of fun.
Sure enough, this past October, they decided to get married at the courthouse. Both her family and mine would go back to her place for a little get together. Everybody on both sides got to meet and greet each other for the first time. Helen had 2 kids that were twins, 46 year olds John and Kacey. John was not the overly friendly guy, but my new 'step sister' Kacey was as bubbly as could be. She introduced us to her husband Jay and her kids who were also twins, 20 year olds Jake and Kelsey. Jay also seemed kind of shy at first, so Kacey, my wife and I had plenty to talk about.
It just so happens that we went to neighboring high schools and knew a lot of the same people. We also found out that both our families love boating and snowboarding. Of course, my 2 boys, ages 18 and 20, fit right in with her kids and they got along great, right off the bat. At one point in time, we couldn't even find them; they were out back sitting in their boat.
Winter set in very quickly and the 4 kids met up to go snowboarding several times. There is a ski resort a half hour from our house and they go pretty regularly. All 8 of us even went on a 4 day snowboard trip to a bigger resort that is 4 hours away. We stayed on the slopes all day and partied at night. The kids loved the under 21 night club while we also went and did some 'old people' club hopping and hot tubbing. Seeing my 'new step sister' Kacey in a bikini sure added some spice to the weekend.
She goes 5'-4" tall, maybe 125 lbs, jet black hair, with generous curves and boobs that want to spill out of her 34B bikini top. Seeing her like this brought about a whole new group of thoughts about my 'New Step Sister.' We partied hard that weekend and the girls even began to make plans for us to go with them to their lake house for a week in the summer. We usually spent the 4th of July week in a rental at the lake, so this would be something a little different.
Any time we were with Jay and Kacey, she and I would exchange particular glances. I often found myself staring at her with dirty thoughts. By the looks of it, I would guess she was doing the same.
After the snowboard trip, we got together with Jay and Kacey a couple times a month. Usually for dinner or sometimes to just hang out. Neither of us had a hot tub, so I did not get to see Kacey in a bikini again quite a while. However, my mind had very good image of her body burned into it.
Summer came around quite quickly with lots of anticipation. I was dying to get Katie some sun as her I love to see her with deep tan lines. I also had hoped to spend some boating time with kacey, so I could see how she looked all summer too. I was not disappointed in the least as we spent many early season boating days with them. Both women were worshiped the sun as they spent most of their time just laying around working on their tans.
Jay and Kacey have a 30 foot pontoon boat and we have a 22 foot wakeboard boat. We got into a pattern of using their boat as out floating base station and our boat as the riding boat. It wasn't uncommon for 4-6 of us go wakeboarding on our boat while a couple stayed back on theirs. Both women had great tans working in no time at all. Our plans had shaped up for the week at the lake house and I was busting at the seams to get there.
Their place was awesome with plenty of room at the dock for out boat also. We spent most of the morning's wakeboarding and tubing and then come in for a long late lunch. We would go back out on the water around 4 and stay out until well after dark. We all had experience with night time boating, so this worked out great. Being out at night brings a whole new level of excitement to boating and having somebody to share our passion with was great.
Early in the week, I sprained my ankle really bad while wakeboarding. Kacey is a sports medicine therapist and planned to take care of me until we get home. I hobbled around like a retard and now I was considered 'Boat Fluff'. That's what we call the hot chicks who go on our boat, but don't actually wakeboard. Just want I wanted to be, 'male boat fluff.'
During the week, the women wore several different bikinis. Each one was hotter than the last. Kacey's gorgeous boobs were really squeezed in there tight as I think she wore hers a size too small. She looked great in them, and I was enjoying the show. Katie noticed how much I was gazing and even commented on how much she liked them too. Sad to say it, but during one of my fuck sessions with Katie, I actually had Kacey on my mind.
Half way through the week, we were anchored in our cove as usual. Jay, Katie and all the kids were going boarding. I opted to stay on the pontoon boat and keep ice on my ankle. Kacey was staying also as she wanted to work on her tan some more. Off they went. Knowing how long it takes to get to the riding area and all of them riding, they would be gone for at least 2 hours.
I was leaning back on the bench seat with my foot propped up on the big ice chest. Kacey was directly across from me on the other bench, which folded out into a huge sun lounge. She was sprawled all out and just soaking up the rays. I, on the other hand was soaking up the sight of her gorgeous body in her tight bikini. She sensed that my foot was bothering me.
"Want me to work it out a little, and try to get the circulation going?"
"That would be great, but don't spoil me too much, I might expect it more often."
I lifted my foot and she sat on the cooler facing me, and put my foot in her lap. She manipulated it in all kinds of positions and actually made it hurt more before it began to feel better. A couple times, her finger tips brushed my foot the wrong way and I flinched in response. I am VERY ticklish and she hit one of those magic spots accidentally. She grinned with a very wide and devious look.
"So, I found your weakness, huh?" "There is nothing sexier than a guy who is ticklish."
"Trust me; you don't want to open that can of worms." I replied. "I get very physical when I get tickled and I might accidentally hurt you."
"I'm a big girl; I think I might take my chances." She boldly proclaimed.
Then grabbed my big toe.
"This little piggy went to the market...." She started.
We both just bust out laughing as that was something we both had done to our kids when they were little. With the laughing going full tilt, she decided to catch me off guard and start tickling me. She lunged forward towards me, with her knees on the floor between my wide spread legs. She lay half on top of me pinning me down to the seat as she went right for my love handles which is another very sensitive spot for me.
I can deal with being tickled for about 10 seconds, and then I turn into the incredible hulk. I seem to gain a ton of strength and can get out of any strangle hold that is applied. She tickled and I laughed and reacted by trying to squirm out from under her, until it happened. I quickly reached my limit and my alter ego jumped out. I grabbed her in a huge tight bear hug, face to face, chest to chest, with her arms pinned down to her sides.
