Staying with My Stepsister
In sickness and in health, my cock was always hard. With warmer weather and spring break right in front of me, all I wanted was other young hot college boys (or a rich daddy), sun, surf, and alcohol. Last year, as a freshman, some dorm mates and I went down to Daytona Beach. It was a blast, but a little crowded. This year, our destination was Panama City to check out the Gulf. The benefit of going to school in Florida was no beach was too far away. I have always loved the water and had a swimming scholarship. But then it happened - the pandemic.
School was closing for three weeks, all swim meets were postponed, and we had to clear out of our dorms. Two days before the break was to start, our hotel emailed us that it was closing, and they canceled our reservations. I did not want to spend the break back home in Alabama. There was not a snowball's chance of getting laid there and certainly no hanging out with drinking buds. They were all away at other schools or had other plans.
Plan B was to see if I could visit my older stepsister who lived in Destin, Florida. She had a real estate job and was raking in a ton of money, especially for someone just three years out of college. Mom had told me she had just bought a house walking distance to the beach and had a roommate.
"Hey gaybro, how's middle school?" she answered when I called. "Gaybro" was her nickname for me that she thought was funny.
"Hi Lynn. College has been canceled and so has my spring break trip. I hear you have a cool new place. Need any help decorating?" I teased. I heard a splash and laughter in the background.
"Sure, pack your swimsuit and toothbrush and come on over."
Three hours later, I pulled into her driveway. A little envy had set in looking at the neighborhood. Shiny houses with typical lush Florida landscaping were set back from the palm-lined street. Two new-looking cars were in the driveway. My college car was a hand-me-down. I grabbed my bag and some wine I had bought as a hostess gift. My stepsister must have heard me drive up and met me at the door. I thought I looked like Mr. Spring Break in loose shorts and a tight tank top, but she had the beach look in spades. She was wearing one of those designer bikinis that the less the fabric, the more it cost, and hers looked like she spent a fortune. She was deeply tanned everywhere I could see.
"Hey gaybro! You look like the coach has been working you! You can come in if you don't have the virus!" she giggled. Take off your shoes and drop your bag in the bedroom on your right and join us out back."
And there was the sister I knew - Miss Bossy. I found the room and took off my shoes. The tile floors felt cool and nice after the drive. I assumed "us" included her roommate. I was amazed to find she had a pool right off the den. It was the typical Florida style, fully enclosed with screen to keep out mosquitos and other pests. But more impressive was the scantily clad dark-skinned man with the gym bod, leaning over the edge testing the pool chemicals.
"Keo, this is my brother, I mean stepbrother, Kyle."
Her friend stood up and walked around the pool to shake my hand, giving me time to fully check him out. His swimsuit was smaller than the bikinis I wore for swimming competitions and barely covered a huge bulge. Whatever sun lotion he had on made his skin glisten. My shorts betrayed my hard cock.
"Nice to meet you, Kyle," he greeted with a long handshake. He was looking me over as well.
"You, too," I managed to say. This was definitely not the situation I had pictured based on what our mother had told me. It was a little obvious that I needed a moment to take in the house and housemate.
