A Summer Memory
A Summer Memory
Sex Story Author: | unlocked23 |
Sex Story Excerpt: | The wrap fell open almost all the way to her hip, and the effect was sexier than if she had |
Sex Story Category: | Bi-sexual |
Sex Story Tags: | Bi-sexual, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Fiction, Incest, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Females, Threesome |
The best memories of life are from those unexpected moments when a friendship with a girl develops into something unbelievably intense, culminates in the physical, and then maintains that pleasant level for a couple of years until you both move on. The memories last forever, and you always have that special gleam in your memory about the beauty of it. Most people have those memories — or at least I hope they do. It’s an amazing thing.
In my case, though, it happened with my sister.
The summer before my senior year in high school my parents took Karen, myself, and a friend of hers, Lisa on a trip to Cozumel, Mexico for a ten days. My parents are fairly well-off, not extravagantly wealthy but doing well enough to afford occasional luxuries. Karen was almost 16 and had developed into a gorgeous young woman. Her arms were long and almost thin, but her body was curvaceous and toned. She had long amber hair and this amazing laugh that made her entire face light up. I knew that she was beautiful, both inside and out, but my feelings towards her were not consciously sexual. Instead it was more of a quiet pride in the intelligent, happy, and beautiful young woman she was becoming.
We had been at the resort in Cozumel a few days when our parents decided to go in to town for the day to shop, eat, and basically have some mom-and-dad alone time. We were all old enough and responsible enough that they were comfortable leaving us alone at the resort for the day. And honestly I wonder if they suspected something might happen and just didn’t care all that much. Our parents had always made sure we were knowledgeable about human sexuality, and figured that was better than us getting bored and getting in trouble in a more public way.
They knew it was our vacation too, after all. And I’m pretty sure they also had wild adventures when they were our age.
So the parents headed into town early in the morning. We all woke up about an hour after they left and put on our uniforms for the trip, which in our cases happened to be bathing suits. Karen looked amazing. She wore a lime green bikini that was just *this* side of being too small. Long hours beachside had caused her to get a great tan that made her cheeks flush red whenever she would laugh. Lisa wore a bikini that was about the same size as Karen’s but solid white, contrasting nicely with her dark, long, silky brown hair.
Before the trip Lisa and I had this relationship that bordered just this side of being confrontational. She was hot, but came across a being slightly arrogant. Further, she was my sister’s best friend, so there was this unspoken rule that she was off-limits. In retrospect I think this came from my sister; I think Karen was attracted to me on a forbidden level, but just couldn’t let herself admit it — even to herself. So instead she sent off subtle clues of jealousy that became slightly more pronounced whenever Lisa was around. You’re hypersensitive to those things about girls when you’re that age, so to make sure Karen knew that I got the message I would joke around with Lisa in kind of a passive-aggressive way. Lisa would always return the favor.
But after we were all forced to be around each other for a couple of days the dynamics started to change. There was an edge to everything that was very pleasant and relaxed. The biting comments stopped almost completely, and when they did crop up they were not as harsh. We just laughed, swam, and basically had a great time with each other. And hell, I was 17 and enjoyed every moment of being around them, watching them move and laugh.
We ate breakfast that morning together, watched TV for a bit and headed to the pool. After a bit of haggling with the bartender, and with the help of some “hey I’m going to talk to you with my arms pushing my boobs together” from Karen, we managed to to get served some mimosas. Since we were all lightweights it only took a few before we got a nice morning buzz. After a while we got bored and headed back to the hotel room. The girls wanted to check out the shops that were across the street, and didn’t want to walk around in their bathing suits.
We got back to the Karen and Lisa went into the bathroom to change. I could hear them talking and giggling softly, but my eyes were focused on one thing of particular interest: they left the door open. After a couple of minutes I got up to go talk to them. Yes, they were in the bathroom, normally a private domain. But the door was open, and… there was something in the atmosphere. Something exciting. Something electric.
It just seemed like the right thing to do.
So I got to the bathroom door and opened my mouth to talk when I saw Karen standing there, doing something with her eyelashes in the mirror. Topless. She turns to look at me with a slight grin, one eyebrow raised.
“Uh, do you need something, Brian?”
“No, I, uh, just wanted to see what you guys wanted to do later.” Most brilliant comeback of all time.
“Well, I don’t know Brian, did you have something in mind?” Lisa asked. She was sitting on the counter on the other side of Karen. She was also looking at me with a gleam in her eye.
Something about their attitudes caused me to snap back into my typical self. I took a stance like a gunfighter and said in my best Texas drawl:
“Well I dunno there little buckaroos, but I think this is a good place t’start!” With that I whipped the camera I bought for the trip out of my back pocket like it was a six-shooter and held it up in front of my face.
“Brian!” They both screamed, laughing.
“Brian, NO! You can’t do that!”, Karen said. But she didn’t move to cover herself and she certainly didn’t look like she wasn’t having fun. “I don’t want anything showing up on the Internet!”
“So you don’t care if I take it though, right?” I thought.
I locked eyes with her and hesitated for a moment.
“I tell you what, sis. We do this and you can have the memory card when I’m done. What you do after that is your business.”
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you want to do that,” she said.
So before she could say another word I snapped a picture of her.
She’s standing there, laughing, one hand partially covering her mouth, her cheeks flush. Her long hair is still wet and golden-dark. And her breasts are perfection like no plastic surgeon has ever been able to achieve: high, full, round. Sunlight is coming in from the window to the right of her, highlighting her hair and her bright green eyes. She laughs. She glows.
Seeing Karen like that caused a reaction in me that was deeply physical and surprisingly emotional. I felt a love for her that took me completely by surprise. What I wanted to do was to pick her up, take her into the bedroom, lock the door, and completely have my way with her forever and ever, Lisa and society be goddamned. It was passion, but passion based upon the friendship that we had developed and the love we had shared our whole lives.
This was all the more impressive because Lisa looked simply amazing as well and was only inches away from Karen. Her white bikini top was holding up these magnificent breasts, smaller than Karen’s but no less gorgeous. She was wearing a green floral-print wrap, sitting on the counter with her legs crossed.
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