Step sister’s a babe

I had never felt anything sexual towards Amelia before. Sure she was a babe by anyone’s standards, 5’9, blonde hair and a tight body. Amelia was one of those few girls that were skinny but at the same time, had an amazing ass and great tits. I’d say they were around 36c or bigger and seemed to defy gravity.

Her legs were long and tanned to perfection, further adding to her appeal. She had done some modelling throughout her mid teens but her mum Veronica wanted her to focus on school and avoid some of the nastier sides of modelling.

And no, before you ask it, I’m not gay. The reason I didn’t think about Amelia as the gorgeous piece of ass that she was, is because she was soon to be my step-sister.

We owned a holiday house in a small town, right on the beach at the coast. I went down there every summer to spend time with my dad, as he moved away after splitting up with my mum. He now lived about 3 hours away and would swing by and pick me up at the end of every school term on the way.

The beach was another 2 hours from my place but it was definitely worth it. My dad also grew up holidaying there, and seemed to know everyone in the village. That’s how he ended up with Veronica. Veronica had also just been through a divorce, to a multi-millionaire banker and to say she did alright money-wise out of the separation would be an understatement.

When we passed her on the beach, dad would always stop for a quick chat to catch-up as they had been friends since their late teens. She was pretty amazing for an older chick. Veronica was about 45, but had the body of someone half her age. She knew it too, and was always in a tiny bikini. Every time her and my dad talked, I made sure not get caught staring at her perfect D cup breasts. Trust me, it was difficult.

Anyway, they started dating a couple of months after the divorce finalised between my parents. Veronica owned a holiday house about 100 metres away from our place at the coast and when summer came around, my dad was pretty keen on me meeting her properly.

Along with being a dead-set babe, she was really nice and introduced me to her daughter when we went over to their place for a barbeque. I was blown away. Why hadn’t I seen her before? Was I partially blind?

After a bit of an awkward beginning, Amelia and I began to hang out and quickly became close after I started to relax around her. Our parents were always together doing something so they were glad that we got along. She was 14, and with me only being a year older, found that we shared similar interests.

As the years went passed we stayed close and she became like a sister to me. We had a puppy-dog kind of love where we would hug and hold hands all the time, but I never felt anything more.

In such a small village, there wasn’t much to do apart from surf and chill on the beach. At night we might have a fire or watch TV but our parents always promoted the outdoor lifestyle down there. The village was based at a river mouth so that opened up the opportunity to go prawning (think their called shrimp in America).

One night we went down and only lasted about half an hour. I was now 16, (Amelia was 15) and prawning didn’t really keep us interested for very long. We went and sat down in the sand-dunes to watch the stars and waste the night away. Conversation always came easily with her and we talked about anything and everything.

It was a pretty cold night and Amelia was only in a singlet and short shorts. We ended up laying down hugging with her head resting on my shoulder. She held my hand around her body to try and warm herself up. After another 5 minutes of talking and listening to the pounding of the waves on the shore, she began to shiver. I suggested we head back up to the house but she said she was alright.

Amelia was still holding my arm around her and she started rubbing our hands along her belly as we lay there in the sand. It seemed to help as the shivering stopped. Her movements became longer and soon our hands were slowly rubbing from just above her short shorts right up to her tits.