Spring Break 2014

For the reader: The story is one off fiction and the characters are all above the age of consent (18). This is a sequel to my first story "Movie Night." Although reading that one first is recommended for the character development and history between step-father and step-daughter, this is a separate story in and of itself and the first should not be necessary for enjoyment since I have started it off with a slight recap and introduction. I have tried to write it as realistically as possible but it should be treated as the fiction that it is, no more, no less. I will forewarn that it is a long tale but for those readers with a little patience, I believe that it will be an enjoyable one. This is only the second story that I have written so I do look forward to any comments or constructive criticism that you may have.

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I married my wife when my step-daughter was only four years old and have raised her ever since. My step-daughter is a very pretty young woman, standing about 5'6" with an average weight, straight sandy-blonde hair cut to her shoulder blades, firm young breasts filling a B-cup nicely and is a senior in high school. We have always been close and got even more so over a few months following her eighteenth birthday. She started exploring her sexuality and, using a combination of our open relationship, her beauty, and the sincere love that we have for one another, slowly broke down any resistance that I had and seduced me into having sex with her.

In the almost two months that followed our having sex together we had very limited opportunities to explore the relationship further. During the weekly movie nights, there was no longer anything to mask the intentions and we would routinely play with each other throughout the entire movie, frequently with my cock buried deep inside of her using short, slow strokes to keep her dripping and at the heights of ecstasy. On a few of these nights we even managed to bring each other to a full orgasm, trying hard not to let on the true nature of what was happening mere feet away from her unknowing mother and brothers.

Unfortunately, no situation had presented itself to allow a repeat of the beautiful lovemaking that had transpired. The closest that we had gotten was two quick oral sessions in the bathroom and one "quickie" when she jumped me after I woke her up by sucking on her exposed clit one weekend morning. As much as I longed for a repeat encounter, I felt that it may be for the better anyway so that she could find someone who would love her deeply and start a relationship with.

As the kids' Spring Break approached, my wife and I started looking at options for our typical family getaway. Realizing that this was likely the last one with us all together, we decided to splurge a little and rented a three bedroom oceanside cabin in a nice, quiet, recreational area about six hours away that we knew of but wouldn't have insane crowds since few others really knew about it. Since the weather forecast looked great we decided to trailer our boat down as well and had a full week of fun and rest & relaxation. The week was upon us; everything was planned and all that remained was to pack our clothes, buy some groceries and make the drive down when my wife told me that our plans had changed...

Apparently, while I was working a little late, my step-daughter had complained to my wife that she didn't want to go because she would be the "only one her age" there and didn't want to be constantly pestered by her younger brothers, who, in all honesty could be a pain to deal with. She had asked to stay behind to have some peace and quiet and if this had been the year before, probably would have been allowed to. Since this last year as a whole family was important to both my wife and me she was promptly told "no" but after a whole lot of pleading was finally allowed to bring a friend as a concession since we had a spare bed at the cabin. I was a little upset at first; thinking that having someone else join us was almost as bad as her not coming but after talking it out with my wife I ended up agreeing that it was probably better than her being miserable the whole time.

The rest of the week I worked late to prep for a week of being gone and left my wife to deal with the details for the trip. My wife would drive down with the four kids once they got out of school and I would drive the truck and boat down with the larger supplies in the back and meet them there. I finally finished up, went home and hooked up the boat, and headed out. The drive was going well and I was making good time and was less than an hour away when it dawned on me that I didn't even know which of my step-daughter's friends was going to be spending the week with us...I hoped that it wasn't going to be a bust and ruin the vacation.

I arrived at the site a little before dinner and was a little disappointed when I saw that it was her friend Riley that had come...now don't get me wrong; Riley is a nice girl that I know a only a little bit through my step-daughter but whom I know has been raised in an ultra-religious household. There were good sides to this I figured; but I was a little concerned that the way we ran our family might offend her. Our family was a little more "European" in style and allowed small amounts of alcohol and our sense of proper attire in the home was a little bit loose with it being common to see one another in little more than underwear while transiting the house. If Riley got upset about this and told her parents I thought that it could cause problems for us and I reminded myself to be careful and watch what we did to be safe. We all ate the simple dinner that my wife had prepared, finished unloading, and called it an early night since we were all bushed between the travel and setting everything up.

The next morning I awoke around 8:00, threw on some shorts and sandals and walked outside to check out what I hadn't really seen in the twilight the night before. We had been coming to the area off and on for years but had never stayed in the luxury cabins that we were in, always opting for the spartan cabanas further down the beach. The cabin was in a beautiful location just across the sand dune from the ocean on a spit of land with a small waterway in the back as well. It was nestled in a nice little clearing surrounded on either side by trees and bushes to give it a little privacy from the other cabins and had more to the back of the property with a small dock about 30 feet long. It had a good sized deck on the ocean side of the house and a nice sized fire pit nearby as well as an outdoor shower right near the stairs. I started around the house to see what else was there and was so preoccupied that as I rounded the corner near the hot tub I almost didn't notice that the girls were already awake and laying out in the back yard to get some sun.

"Hi Dad," I suddenly heard.

Broken from my reverie, I saw that my step-daughter and her friend had spread beach towels out on the ground and were soaking up the rays. Both of them were lying on their stomachs and Riley looked half asleep while my step-daughter was reading a book. I thought it odd that they would be in back instead of on the beach and inquired why. I was told that the breeze by the water had made them too chilly. I thought it no wonder since it was so early and despite the fact that they were both wearing fairly modest suits, there was still a lot of exposed skin.

Now let me take a moment to describe Riley...in many ways she is quite different from my step-daughter; one with a mature body and childlike face and the other the complete opposite. She is only about two months younger but has not really developed "womanly" curves yet but the features of her face are quite strikingly beautiful and could easily pass for that of a grad student. She is slightly tall for a woman, standing about 5' 10", with a very slight build, barely noticeable breasts (small A cup, maybe even AA), and dark chestnut colored hair that is straight and goes to the middle of her back. The only visible sign of her body maturing was the slight widening of her hips that, until seeing her in her swimsuit, had been indiscernible. She was a beautiful woman in her own right but seeing them together gave a night-and-day appearance.

"After lunch could you drop us off over by the cove?" she asked, referring to a small inlet on an uninhabited island about two miles offshore.

"If you two don't mind helping me get the boat in the water I don't see why not," I replied.

Slowly, the cabin came alive and by 11:00 we were all eating an early lunch together. The boys wanted to head to the other end of the beach to comb for shark teeth that were often found on that end so my wife said that she would bring them and they'd hang out for a bit. I told her of the plans to put the boat in the water and commented that I'd probably drop my hand at a little fishing and we all agreed to be back at the cabin by 5:00. After we finished eating, everyone got ready and headed out to their activities.

I made all of the final preps for the boat as the girls got ready and finally they came out, each carrying a good sized beach bag. They had thrown shorts and t-shirts over their swimsuits and were wearing sandals, hats, and sunglasses. They hopped in the truck and we headed down to the boat ramp to launch it where both girls readily lent a hand. It was readily apparent that Riley had spent some time around boats before from the way she handled the dock lines. After parking the truck and now empty trailer we headed out toward the island to drop the girls off. As soon as we got out of the narrow channel and were able to open up the speed both of them went to the back of the boat and started talking and giggling like typical teenage girls.

About 20 minutes later we arrived at the island and I brought the boat as close to shore as I could without grounding it and told the girls that they would have to wade the rest of the way in. Standing there on the shore with the bottom half of their shorts wet presented quite the image as I agreed to pick them up in about four hours and I headed off to see what I could catch.

I didn't end up having great luck that first day but caught three medium sized flounder by the time that I had to go back to the island. When I got there, I didn't see either of the girls but spotted one of their beach bags down the shore from where I dropped them off. After heading to where the bag was I still didn't see them so I decided to drop the anchor and swam/waded ashore. Still seeing no sign of them I called out my step-daughter's name and heard a faint reply. A few minutes later she came out of the tree line and began running down the beach towards me.

Seeing her come out alone, my first thought had been concern that something had happened to Riley. As she got a bit closer I could tell that she had a happy expression on her face and as I calmed my worries was when I noticed the change in her attire. She had removed the T-shirt that she had been wearing and gone was the simple suit that I had seen her wearing this morning. The royal blue bikini top that she had on now covered little more than her nipples and despite being young and firm, her breasts were bouncing all over the place as she jogged down the beach.

She ran up to me and virtually jumped into my arms, mashing her chest into mine. "Sorry that I was running late. We lost track of time." She spouted off innocently.

"Where's Riley?" I asked.

"Oh, she's probably going to be another five minutes or so," she replied, quickly followed by her leaning up to kiss me, shoving her tongue in my mouth and rubbing my dick through my swim trunks at the same time.

"Sweetheart, what if she sees us? I doubt that she would understand..." I sputtered.

"I really don't care," she said. "I want you." With that comment she plunged her hand down my shorts and grabbed a hold of my rapidly hardening member.

As much as I wanted to throw her down to the sand and make passionate love to her on the beach I simply gave her another deep French kiss, squeezed her ass, and stepped back to open the distance a little. "What's with the new swimsuit anyway? You know that your mother would probably have a fit if she saw how small that top is."

She simply grinned and said "she won't. You think that's bad, you ought to see the other half." She gave me a quick wink and then dropped her shorts and whirled around to show me the bottoms. The front had a strip of material that was probably only about one inch wide by four inches long, barely covering her slit. Wisps of her pubes were poking out the top even though she kept them trimmed closely. When she turned around I couldn't even tell that she had anything on except for the single tan colored string coming around her hips and joining another one coming out of the top of her ass crack that only had about two inches visible.

Still standing in front of me, she bent all the way over and touched her toes while jiggling her ass and I could still barely see the string running up it. She quickly closed the foot between us and started grinding her beautiful ass against my still hardening cock causing it to reach its full size rapidly. She rubbed up and down my cock for a few minutes until finally I gave her a good smack on her ass. Turning around, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding her pussy against my dick while she once again shoved her tongue in my mouth. After a kiss that seemed to last for an eternity, she clutched tightly with her legs and leaned away from my chest. Letting go with one of her arms, she slid the tiny amount of material covering her breasts to the side and brought my head down to suck first one, then the other nipple.

I really didn't want to stop but realized that we had to before it went any further and put her down on the ground. I gave each nipple a quick kiss before covering it up and then picked up her shorts from the sand and tossed them to her. "Put these back on," I said, "and go grab your stuff."

She gave me a pouty look but complied with the directions. No sooner than she had gotten her T-shirt on, we heard some noise coming from the trees nearby. Less than a minute later Riley emerged carrying her beach bag filled with clams. "Sorry it took so long guys but these really slowed me down," she exclaimed. I couldn't help but notice that she too had changed swimsuits since this morning. Her new selection wasn't quite as revealing as my step-daughter's suit but it still left little to the imagination. I couldn't help but notice the clear outline of her hard nipples pressed firmly against the bright red material of a bandeau bikini top and wondered what the cause was since it was still quite warm out.

"Wow, that was a great find and will go perfectly with the flounder I caught," I remarked. "We really need to get going. Are you going to be able to make it out to the boat with all of your stuff?"

"No problem. There are benefits to being tall...I should be able to wade most, if not all of the way," Riley quickly replied.

I was beginning to warm up to this girl a bit as I got to know her...very down to earth and apparently resourceful. I was pretty sure that it had been her idea to get the clams, not my step-daughter's. The girls stripped down to their bikinis and tossed the rest of their clothing in the bags for the swim out. Each of us grabbed a bag with some of their things and the three of us headed out to the boat together.

Once we were all onboard, we raised the anchor and headed back toward the dock behind the cabin which I knew would take close to a half-hour. Unlike when we headed out to the island, on the way back the girls stayed up near me in the cockpit area. Riley seemed particularly interested in talking to me and I didn't mind since it gave me a chance to get to know her a little better. If it was possible, her nipples were even more clearly outlined due to the wetness of her suit and I got my first opportunity to see the matching bottom to her new suit. Once again, it was not as revealing as my step-daughter's suit but showed quite a bit of skin and accentuated what slight curve of her hips was there. Honestly, this was a great suit for her body but the material was obviously made more for lying in the sun and not for swimming because just like the top, her bottom clung to her body once it got wet. It hugged her skin so closely that I could clearly see the outline of her vaginal lips and saw no indication of pubic hair so I assumed that she shaved. She was quite an intelligent young woman with ambition and drive and she talked quite confidently but her posture showed that she was a bit insecure of her body. Honestly, she shouldn't have been, because despite having a quite nubile body, the overall appearance in the right outfit, like now, was one of beauty.

Around the time that we entered the channel, the suits had dried out enough to toss our clothes on over them and about fifteen minutes later we were back at the dock by the house. Bringing both the flounder and clams back up to the house, it was time to get dinner going and retrieving my truck from the parking lot by the boat ramp would have to wait until later.

I fired up the grill and went to clean up while it was heating. After my shower I was heading back out to put the fish on the grill when I passed by Riley who gave me a big, slightly mischievous, smile on her way into the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I wasn't sure what it was about but I couldn't help think to myself that it had only been a day and she was already settling in well with our family. I guess that I shouldn't have been too surprised since my step-daughter normally picked her friends well.

As the food was finishing cooking I decided to open a bottle of white wine that we had brought down with us. I was pouring two glasses for my wife and me when the girls walked in. Instantly my step-daughter asked for a glass as well. I was a little hesitant even though things had been going well with Riley because I didn't want to ruin it or cause any trouble. Just as I was about to act as if she was joking, Riley took the bottle from me, quickly glanced at the label, and stated very matter-of-factly "pour me one as well, please. I really don't care for sweet wines so I'm glad that you picked a Sauvignon."

I was floored by this declaration on so many levels and stood there speechless with, what I assume was a stupid look on my face. Glancing over at my wife, who had an expression similar to my reaction, I received a shoulder shrug and look of "why not?"

Dinner was wonderful and the conversation was great so we opened a second bottle right near the end. As soon as we were done, the boys cleared out to go goof off somewhere and the four of us sat around the fire pit to continue talking as I started the fire going so it would be ready for later in the evening. The topics varied but in general, I was quite impressed by how mature Riley seemed and found it to be a quite pleasant evening.

Around the time that we finished the second bottle it was starting to get dark out and figured that we better clean up from dinner and get the truck and trailer back from the boat ramp. I went and grabbed the keys for my wife's car and when I came back my step-daughter was elbows deep in dish water and my wife had an armful of dishes in her hands. My wife suggested that I go with Riley to go get the truck. The two of us headed out and as soon as we got in the car, we fell right back into conversation.

This time it was a little different though...the topic almost immediately turned to one about boys and relationships, or rather Riley's relative lack of them. She expressed concern to me that it was because she was unattractive or that, even at eighteen years old, she hadn't really developed yet. I did my best to reassure her that she was beautiful and that any boy who couldn't recognize that didn't deserve her.