Man of the House Ch. 01

My father died when I was young. Not too young that I don't remember him, but too young for anyone to lose their father. I was only sixteen when he died tragically in a car accident. I'd just gotten my license myself, and it honestly made me a little scared to get behind the wheel for a while. That is, until I'd read the letter he'd left behind to all of us. In it, he'd called me the new man of the house and that, as I got older, I'd be more and more responsible for taking care of my mom and my sister.

My mom eventually remarried, though it took her about five years before she even considered dating again. The man she married seemed like a decent man, but I was already out on my own. However, my sister was still living at home, and she didn't like Ted, my mom's new husband. He never once tried to get me to call him dad and tried to be my friend more than anything. He must have considered me a man already, so he knew he would never be able to be much of a father figure to me. And even though he never insisted on Sadie, my sister, calling him dad, it seemed to bother him when she would call him Ted. Mom never noticed it, but I did during those rare visits.

I have an apartment just a couple miles from home. I blasted my way through college as quickly as I could, while still living at home. I took extra courses and got into a teaching program in three years. I was able to complete my student teaching hours and get a teaching job at the local middle school by the time I was 23. Mom and Ted had been married a couple of years, but my last two years of my schooling, I'd also been working full time for the school district as a daytime custodian and Cross Country and Track assistant coach. When I got the fulltime teaching job at the middle school, I wasn't able to keep the coaching job, due to time restraints. However, they'd just implemented sports in the middle school again and were starting with Football and Track & Field. I jumped right on it and applied for the coaching positions. I wasn't much of a football player, having been a runner, but I was a big football fan and enjoyed the sport enough to know what I was talking about. I was made the offensive line coordinator.

Two years have passed since I became a middle school English teacher and OL Coordinator for the football team as well as the head Track & Field coach. I haven't visited home for a while, being so busy during the school year, and being part of summer training camps, especially since this summer, they've added Cross Country as a sport. I made the hard decision to leave the football team and become the head Cross Country coach at the school's request as I've cultivated some strong runners in the long, short and middle-distance events.

One day, after Cross Country practice during our summer training, I was surprised to find my sister waiting for me on the stairs leading up to my second story apartment. She looked like she'd been crying, but she put on a big, toothy smile for me as if nothing was wrong.

"What's up, Sadie?" I asked climbing the stairs slowly as my legs were still tired from Cross Country practice.

"I can't drop in on my big brother?" she asks, standing up to greet me. I may not have visited home in a couple of years, but Sadie and I do get together for dinner at least once every two weeks. Sometimes more.

"You know you can," I grinned at her. "I'm always happy to see my baby sister," I said, teasing her. She hated when I called her that. When she hugged me, I noticed the duffle bag sitting by my door. "What happened?" I called her out, pulling her off of me gently.

"I can't come and stay with my brother for a few days?" she asks hopefully.

"Well, yeah, you know you're always welcome here, but you look like you're packed to move in," I exaggerated slightly.

"That's not even my big duffle, relax," she rolls her eyes. "But you know what? Forget it, I'll call Angel."

"Hey, hey, hey," I said quickly, gripping her shoulders to make her look at me. She couldn't hide her tears this time. "Come inside," I said. "Let's talk."

I picked up her bag and opened the door for her.

"Why didn't you use your key?" I asked her.

"I thought it would be too presumptuous to just make myself at home," she said.

"After how many times I've suggested you get out of Mom and Ted's house and live with me?" I asked her.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she grumbles.

I dropped her bag next to the kitchen table and then followed her over to the couch to talk. She sat at one end, in her tiny, denim shorts and plain black tank top that did nothing to conceal her massive weapons standing perkily on her chest. Her long slender neck was fully exposed due to her dirty blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. I'd always thought if she hadn't been born my sister, I'd be with her. Maybe that's why I haven't had many girlfriends. I've always compared girls to her and they've never matched up. I'd never admit it to even myself, but I'd secretly had a crush on my sister, since even before we were teenagers. I'd never once done anything inappropriate with her, or even really fantasized about her, but that was because of how much I truly loved my sister. I'd do anything for her to protect her and make her happy. Now, she's sitting on my couch, upset about something at home.

"So, what's going on, sis?" I asked her.

"Ted's a creep," she said. "Like he's always been."

I scrunched my forehead. "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Well, you know how he's always tried to get me to call him Dad or Daddy," she said with a shiver. "It was weird four years ago, and it's even weirder now."

"He still doesn't like when you call him Ted?" I asked.

Sadie shook her head. "No, and Mom won't listen to me, so we end up fighting and, I just couldn't take it anymore, so I packed a bag and left," she said quickly.

I stared at her, unsure of what to say. I knew she never liked Ted, but I never really saw why. I wasn't there long enough to see it. I got weird feelings from him from time to time, but I chalked it up to not really knowing him and him standing in the place my dad used to be. But now, I've realized that it's because of how he treats Sadie when I'm not around. How much worse had it become since I hadn't been around more than a handful of times the past two years?

"Sadie, I'm sorry," I said. "I wish you'd told me."

Sadie sighed heavily. "I should have called you," she admitted.

"Yeah, but I should have been around more," I said. "Maybe I would have seen it."

"Can I stay here for a few days?" she asked after a long pause between us. "Just until things cool down?"

"Sis, you can stay here as long as you want," I told her. "I'm sorry I don't have another bed in the second bedroom, but we can take care of that later. For now, I hope the couch is okay."

"Oh, I love this couch, it's super comfy," she says, rubbing her hands on the fabric.

"Good," I said. "I stink, so I'm going to go get cleaned up. Wanna go get lunch?"

"That sounds good," she says, finally giving me a real smile as opposed to the one she'd forced when I found her on my doorstep.

"Good," I said. "It's my treat. Just relax and I'll be out in a few minutes."

I grabbed a towel on my way to the bathroom and then shut the door behind me. I turned on the water to my shower and stripped out of my running clothes while the water warmed up. I inspected myself in the mirror. I'd kept myself in decent shape since graduation. Of course, being a coach over the years has helped that greatly. Even as a Cross Country and Track runner in high school, I'd never managed a full six-pack, but once I became a Football coach and started working out with the weights in the small, middle school gym more, I've developed more of a chiseled physique than I had before. I won't exaggerate my cock size, but it does stand tall at a solid six to seven inches when fully erect. Of course, that's more of an estimation since I've never actually measured myself. Hey, not every guy does that... do they?

Snorting at myself in laughter, I got into the shower and began to rinse the sweat off of my body. Then, I washed my hair with my 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner combo, using it to wash my face as well to clean my thick, red beard. As my eyes were closed, my imagination began to wander back to my sister and how sexy she'd looked in those tiny shorts and little, black tank-top. Her very full tits filling the tight top so much it lifted the hem of her shirt up off of her shorts, exposing her creamy, white belly and the tight little muscles in her stomach.

Sadie never did any sports, but as far as I remembered, she did yoga every morning to keep herself in shape. Knowing that didn't help this unnatural attraction I was starting to realize was being stirred back up again. If she was going to be staying here, I had to deal with this secret on my own so I wouldn't try and act on it and fuck up the special relationship I had with my sister. I didn't want her to go from one uncomfortable home where her stepfather was after her, to her actual older brother doing the same thing. It'd make me no better than him.

So, instead, I took matters into my own hands. Literally, I took my rigid cock into my hands, trying not to imagine Sadie, but she's all I could think about. I gave in and thinking about those plump, full breasts squeezed around my cock, or her full, pouty lips wrapped around it as she sucked me off. But I froze as I heard the bathroom door shut.

I peaked around the curtain to find Sadie standing there, biting her lower lip as she unbuttoned her tiny, little shorts.

"Sadie," I gulped. "What are you doing?"

She gave me a crooked smirk as she wiggled out of the denim shorts, showing that she hadn't been wearing any panties today. I gulped again as she stood up and exposed a smoothly shaved pussy to me. I gawked in wonder as she lifted her black tank top up over her head and her full, plump tits bounced back into place.

"Sis, please..." I pleaded with her, hoping she knew I meant for her to stop.

Her tits jiggled as she took deliberate steps towards me, her hands behind her back as she covered the short distance to the shower. I backed away, realizing she wasn't going to stop until she joined me. But why wasn't I stopping her? This wasn't right. She's my baby sister. But she didn't look like a kid anymore. Not with that body.

"Let me help you with that, big bro," she said and then sunk down to her knees, gripped my meat in her hand and then slowly licked me from balls to helmet. Then, she placed a sweet kiss on the tip before spreading her lips over my cock, sliding me until I hit the back of her throat. Amazingly, she had no gag reflex as she deepthroated me. She pulled back just as slow and then pushed forward again, gradually picking up speed until I couldn't hold it back anymore and I filled her mouth and throat with hot, sticky cum.

Knocking on the door snapped me back to reality. I looked down and found my own hand wrapped around my cock and ropes of semen dripping down the wall of the shower on their way down to the drain. It'd all been my imagination.

"Jaden, you okay in there?" Sadie asked from behind the door. "Do you need a hand?" she teased.

"Ha!" I said trying not to sound nervous. "Good one, sis. I'll be right out."

I quickly scrubbed my body with a bar of soap, rinsed off and then dried quickly as my stomach rumbled, needing food. I glared at myself in the mirror, disgusted with myself for jerking off to the thought of my sister sucking me off. Let's put that on the board of things that will never happen, Jade. I scolded myself. You mean things you don't want to happen, right? I also asked myself. I had to think about how honest I was with myself for a moment. Then I shook my head, put on deodorant, and then picked up my dirty clothes with my towel wrapped around my waist.

"Oh!" I said, surprised by Sadie still standing in the hallway. "I wasn't expecting you there."

Sadie grinned at me. "Everything okay, big bro? You look a little flustered," she said as if she knew what I'd just done in the shower.

I chuckled at her. "I'm fine, Sadie," I said. "Let me get dressed, I'll be out in like two minutes and we'll go get something to eat."

"Okay," she said and then tossed her long ponytail, walking away with what looked like a deliberate shake of her perfect, round ass.

Jaden, stop! I thought to myself and then hurried into my room before my erection could grow again.

What the fuck was wrong with me? I'd never had thoughts like that about Sadie before. Not sexual, anyway. Sure, I always thought she was pretty and I loved spending time with my little sister as we were growing up. Those thoughts were the extent of the mild crush I'd had on her growing up. But not once did I ever imagine myself doing anything perverted like that with her. I never even imagined kissing her in any passionate way. When we were little, we would give each other kisses, but normal familial kisses.

Sighing in frustration, I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, tan cargo shorts and a white polo shirt with the school's logo on it that I typically wore to games and meets. Then I slipped my feet into a pair of flip flops and met Sadie back out in the living room.

"Ready?" I asked her.

"Let's go, I'm starving," she said.

"Me too," I agreed. "I've got an idea, actually," I added. "Grab a swimsuit to change into. Let's go to the beach."

"I didn't pack one," she said. "And I really don't want to stop by Mom's house again."

I thought about it and made up my mind. "It's fine," I said. "I'll get you a new one."

Sadie scrunched her forehead. "Really?" she asked. "Why?"

"You're my little sister and I want to do something nice for you," I said. "Is that okay?"

If you could have seen the smile that spread across her beautiful, freckled face, you'd understand just how much my heart began to pound rapidly. When Sadie smiles, her whole face lights up. Even her eyes seem to smile as they nearly squint into little happy face shapes. She's almost like an anime character in that respect. I wasn't expecting the bone-crushing hug that followed though as she thanked me, though. I also won't deny how much I enjoyed it, too, to feel her very full tits mash into my chest.

"Thank you, Jaden," she said.

"Of course, Sadie," I said and then let her go, grabbed two beach towels from my linen closet and then we quickly left the apartment.

We got lunch at a small burger joint just a stone's throw from the sandy beach. I've always been partial to BBQ bacon burgers, and theirs was no joke! Two thick patties, four slices of thick, perfectly cooked bacon, two slices of cheddar cheese, layered one on top of each patty, and crunchy onion rings, beer-battered style as opposed to breaded. And their BBQ sauce was on point! They had some of the best fries I've had in a long time, too.

"I can't believe I've never eaten here," I said, praising Sadie's suggestion.

"Bomb burgers, right?" she asked.

"Definitely! Good suggestion," I said, not calling her "sis" that time. For some reason, it just felt wrong to call her that. Maybe it was because of the mini fantasy I'd had of her in the shower earlier. Was I subconsciously wanting to pursue that? What the fuck was I thinking? She's my baby sister! Of course, her tits did defy the term "baby sister" completely... I mentally shook my head, pushing away the thoughts and took another bite of my burger.

"So, what made you think the beach would be a good idea?" Sadie asked.

I shrugged and set my burger down to take a sip of my cherry coke. "I know how much you love the beach and I wanted to cheer you up," I told her.

"It's not because you wanted to see me prance around in a tiny, little bikini?" she teased.

I froze, staring at her for a long time. Sadie flashed another grin at me as if my silence answered her question.

"I have an idea," she said quietly. "You want to cheer me up after what Ted did? Then let's do this. Just for today," she continued lowering her voice so only I could hear, "we're not brother and sister."

My mouth hung open slightly as I listened to her idea. Unsure if my brain, let alone my cock, could handle what she was implying.

"Today, we're just two attractive people, spending quality time together," she said, her idea seemingly coming completely out of leftfield. Did she know what I did in the shower earlier? Did she secretly know that I'd fantasized about her? Was this really why she escaped home? To be with me?

I cleared my throat to hide my excited nerves at the proposition. "Can I ask why?" I asked her.

Sadie looked around the small restaurant, but the few patrons in the dining area weren't paying us any attention. She pushed her plate away, crossed her arms on the table and leaned forward, thrusting her gorgeous love sacks towards me, whether intentional or not, I had no idea, nor did I care.

"Because maybe," she said quietly. "I would like to forget, for just a few hours, all that happened at Mom's last night."

I scrunched my forehead and opened my mouth to ask but she held up a finger to stop me.

"Not right now," she said. "I promise, I'll tell you everything, but first, I'd like to feel... seen and cared for by someone who actually loves me."

I sat back and stared at my sister. How could I deny her that? Of course, I loved her. How could you not love her? She was sweet, kind, and drop-dead gorgeous! There was no one in this world I loved more than her.

I leaned forward on the table, mirroring her (minus the perfect tits, obviously) and smiled at her warmly. "Deal," I said softly and then I reached up and tucked the small strand of hair that'd escaped her tight ponytail behind her ear and gently caressed her cheek with my thumb. Her eyes looked down at my lips, telling me she wanted a kiss, but I decided to hold back. "Let's finish up and get you something for the water," I suggested and then sat back.

Sadie stared at me, her face a mixture of mild disappointment and mischief. "Sounds good," she said.

After lunch, we took a walk down along the shops until we found a clothing store where Sadie could pick out a swimsuit. It was a small shop aptly named Tidal Clothing and it was nothing but surf and swimwear. There were a handful of cheap surfboards, boogie boards, and a few skim boards for purchase, though they seemed to be more for decoration than anything.

"Would you like to try those on?" the cute, blonde girl from behind the counter asked Sadie after she'd taken a few different bikinis off the rack, holding them up to herself in the mirror mounted to a beam jutting out of the wall.

"Can I?" Sadie asked sweetly.

"Totally," the girl said and then grabbed a set of keys from under the counter, below the register. "There's even a comfy, padded bench for you to sit on so she can model for you, cutie," she winked at me.

"Sounds good," I said, smirking at my sister.

"You two are so cute," the girl said, unlocking one of the reed-styled dressing room doors. "How long have you been dating?"

I looked at Sadie, pretending to be thinking about how long it'd been, trying to judge what she might say. "Practically our whole lives," I said and Sadie grinned at me. "We literally grew up together."

"Aww, that's so sweet!" the cute, petite blonde gushed.

"Yeah, we were practically like siblings growing up, until one day, we just weren't anymore," Sadie said.

"That's so romantic," the girl continued to coo. I looked down at her thin, white T-shirt, that did nothing to hide the fact she was wearing a hot-pink bikini top beneath it, to see a nametag that read: Tiffany. I found that ironically suitable for a surf shop, sun-worshiping beach girl in Balboa. She had the shirt tied off-centered, revealing a tight, flat, perfectly tanned tummy. Her low-waisted khaki shorts were unbuttoned, but were so tight, I wasn't sure she could button them. However, the unfastened button revealed a matching bottom to her bikini top. "Well, have fun, but not too much fun," she winked at us and then walked away, her perfect, round ass jiggling slightly as she made her way through the racks, back to the front of the store to help the customers that'd just walked in.

"She's cute," Sadie said, who'd apparently been watching her as much as I had been.

"Yeah, she is," I agreed. "Not as cute as you, though," I flirted with her, sticking to our story and our deal we'd made at lunch.

Sadie blushed and kissed the air at me before entering into the changing room to try on her first bikini. I took a seat on the plush bench Tiffany had pointed out to me and waited for Sadie to step out to show me her first suit. A couple minutes later, the door opened and Sadie made a show of stepping out slowly, showing one bare leg first before swinging around the doorway to reveal a purple top and bottom that left very little to the imagination. It was no micro bikini by any means, but the way her tits were trying to burst out of the top made it look that way! I swallowed hard to stop myself from drooling over her.

"Holy shit, S-Sadie," I said, stuttering to cover up the fact I'd almost called her "sis" again.

"Yeah?" she asked. "You like it?"

She bounced her tits for me and I nodded my head slowly at her, my eyes wide as saucers. "What else you got?" I asked.

Sadie beamed at me and then pulled the door shut behind her once again. The purple number draped over the top of the door, telling me she'd just removed it all and was temporarily in her birthday suit. God, I wanted to see that so bad. My cock was already stiffening from the show. Of course, Tiffany's tight, little ass didn't do anything to stave off an erection either, as my mind briefly went back to that, tight, little, bubble butt.

The door opened once again, and this time Sadie wore something that barely covered her nips with tiny, fluorescent green triangles. I almost came in my pants at the sight of her. The tiny triangle covering her holy of holies was barely bigger than the ones covering the access to her mommy milkers.

"Fuck, Sadie," I gasped. "You should need a license to carry weapons like that," I told her.

Sadie giggled. "Who says I don't have one?" she taunted. "Maybe you should come frisk me and find it."

I looked out at the store, wondering if there were cameras that would catch us. But one more look at my sister's tits, and I didn't care anymore. I got up and stepped up to her, my eyes traveling over her perfect body.

"Maybe we should just be heading home," I suggested in a whisper.

A smile played at Sadie's lips. "Later," she whispered back. "Trust me, it'll be worth the wait," she teased, and then softly pushed me back to the bench. "I'm not wearing this one in public," she said. "But I like the purple one."

"They both look great on you, Sadie," I told her.

"Can I get the blue one, too? It's exactly like the purple one," she requested.

"Get all three of them," I told her.

"Yay!" she said excitedly and then she pulled the purple number off the door again and I heard a tag snap. "I'm going to bring her the tag so she can ring it up," she told me. "I just want to wear it out under my shorts and tank top."

"Whatever works," I said and then stood up as she opened the door, stepping out of the changing room.

"You should have joined me inside," Saide teased. "There was plenty of room for both of us," she continued to flirt.

She gathered up the other two swimsuits she wanted to keep and left the others hanging on the wall, obeying the sign to leave clothes behind so an attendant can put them away. I followed Sadie to the checkout counter and paid for her selections.

"I'm wearing the purple one, but here's the tag for it," Sadie told Tiffany.

"Perfect," she said, scanning the barcode with her pricing gun. "It looked good on you," she winked at my sister, her golden cheeks adding a hue of pink to them.

"Thanks," Sadie said. "I like the one you've got on," she added, looking the petite girl up and down. "Pink is definitely your color."

Tiffany grinned from ear to ear, and when the receipt printed, she quickly scribbled on the back and handed it to my sister. "Thanks for coming in," she said. "Both of you," she added pointedly.

Sadie wiggled her fingers at the girl as we left. I slipped my arm behind Sadie's back, squeezing my hand in to the back pocket of her shorts. Sadie stepped in closer to me, her plastic bag on her arm opposite me and mimicked me as she slid her hand into my back pocket as well. She gave my left cheek a squeeze, so I did the same to her right cheek in response, though I had difficulty doing so, seeing as they were so tight.

We returned to the car, got the towels from the trunk and left her bag inside. Then, we walked out onto the sand and found a spot to spread out our towels and set up for the afternoon. The sun was warm, but not as much as back in Orange, due to the cool breeze running off of the ocean. Surfers surfed the waves, fishermen fished on the pier, and children ran around playing along the shoreline. It was a beautiful, peaceful day. Then, Sadie took her outer clothes off to lie out in the sun.

"Thank you for this, Jaden," Sadie said with a satisfied smile. "Even if this was all we did today, it was worth dropping in on you."

"Well, I'm glad this isn't all we're going to do today, but I'm glad you're feeling better," I told her, lying down on my towel next to her.

Her hand found mine and she laced our fingers together as we soaked up the sun. We laid there in peaceful silence for quite a while, listening to the waves crashing and the children laughing. The occasional comment from passersby, made me smile as I knew they were admiring Sadie's perfection.

"Damn," one teenaged boy said. "Lucky motherfucker."

That's my sister, definitely not my mother, but thanks, I thought to myself.

"Look at her tits," another boy said louder than he'd intended, making both of us look up at him. "Sorry," the fourteen-year-old boy said and ran away awkwardly.

Sadie giggled. "Cute kid," she said. "Kinda reminds me of you at that age."

"Yeah, a little, huh?" I said, noticing our similar hair color and pale bodies. "He looks athletic, too."

"I bet he's a lady killer at school," Sadie said. "Just like you could have been if you'd tried."

I grinned, shaking my head at her. "Whatever," I said doubtfully.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sadie said and then rolled over onto her stomach, hiding her tits from the world as she looked up at me with her head resting on her right arm. "Girls were still talking about you when I got into high school. And then when you were assistant coaching while finishing school, your name went around so many schools as the 'hot coach'. Every girl wanted you, Jade," she said, shortening my name.

"Well, that would have been illegal," I said. "But it's nice to hear what girls thought. If only it was obvious while I was in high school rather than when they were all jailbait."

"I guess that's fair," she said. "But trust me, I heard plenty of things said about you at your Cross Country and Track meets. Girls liked you, but were scared to talk to you."

"Why didn't you tell me then?" I asked her, rolling over onto my stomach to join her in getting our backs baked.

Sadie blushed this time. "It's a little embarrassing to say," she said.

I smiled at her kindly. "Trust me, you can tell me," I told her. "If it makes you feel any better, I probably had similar thoughts when we were younger."

Sadie's eyebrows raised at my reassurance, surprised by what I said. "Are you serious?" she asked.

"Sadie," I lowered my voice so only we could hear each other, "the real reason I never had a girlfriend, was because I would always compare girls to you."

Sadie stared at me in shock, though her eyes looked a little watery. "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said," she told me. "And dumbest! You could have hit up half the school!"

I laughed. "I didn't want them," I told her pointedly, making my implication obvious.

Sadie's reddening cheeks turned pinker than the sun had made them. "I had the biggest, most inappropriate crush on you," she finally admitted.

We stared at each other, finally admitting something we'd hidden for so long. All it'd taken was for us to pretend not to be siblings for a day to admit the truth to ourselves. Then, as if reading my mind, she lifted her head as I lifted mine and we leaned towards each other. I'm sure, through her dark sunglasses, she was eyeing my lips the same was I was eyeing hers. I tilted my head one way and she tilted hers the other. When our lips met for the first time in years, the world melted away. I felt cool as if the ocean water had engulfed us, and then just as quickly, I felt warm as if the sun itself was wrapping its arms around me. Then, when I parted her lips with my tongue and then her tongue met mine in the same moment, a firework display that makes Disney look like child's play set off in my mind.

My eyes remained closed for a long time when we parted from our first kiss. Our first real kiss. I swallowed hard as I fought back my conscious telling me that this was wrong. That Sadie was my sister. I'm not supposed to kiss my sister like that. But then, my little brain down below was demanding I take her home and rail her into oblivion.

"Maybe we should go home," Sadie whispered.

Feeling how rock hard I was, I knew it'd be obvious to anyone if I stood up. "Can we, uh, wait a few minutes?"

Sadie's mischievous smile spread across her lips again. "Maybe we can cool down in the water really quick," she suggested.

When she got up and started running for the water, I no longer cared about my rock-hard cock that wouldn't be concealed in my swimming trunks and chased after her. I figured if I moved fast enough, no one would see it anyway. Sadie reached the water before me, but that just allowed me to tackle her into the oncoming wave. She screamed and then shut her mouth quickly as we went under the water, our bodies entangling together.

Once we came up above the surface again, her arms were wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist, pinning my rod between our bodies. Sadie smiled at me hungrily and then smashed her mouth against mine, kissing me deeply, our tongues going wild in each other's mouths. I squeezed her ass as I pulled her against me and she grinded her pussy against my cock. Holy fuck did it feel good! Then, she reached down and untied my trunks and reached inside as she removed her legs from my waist. The water was around our armpits and she kept herself subtle enough to just continue making out with me while simultaneously jerking me off beneath the ocean water, rocking her hips into me at the same time. My hands traveled up to her ample tits and massaged them gently below the water's surface. Before too long, though, I felt my pending climax growing. I breathed heavier and she did as well, moaning softly into our kisses. Her hips bucked a little quicker into me, and then her hand left my cock and she pressed her still-covered sex against my pole and grinded against me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she gasped over and over as we both grew closer to our growing orgasms. Then, as if out of nowhere, she covered her mouth, screaming into her hand as her body shook and then I blasted cum into the salty water.

We'd been bouncing on our toes in the water and slowly drifting farther away from the shore, but we hadn't noticed just how far until we came down from our shared orgasm. We looked over Sadie's shoulder to see we had probably a fifty-yard swim to get back to the sandy shore.

"That was so good," Sadie said softly, turning her head back to me, kissing me again.

"Yeah, it was," I agreed. "Let's get back in before we drift too far, though," I grinned at her.

"Good idea," she said and then let me go and started swimming. I quickly refastened my shorts and followed after her.

Once we got back to shore, we dried out in the sun in peaceful quiet, listening to the waves crash. When Sadie sat up, casting her shadow over my face, I opened my eyes to see her gorgeous face and glorious tits just inches away.

"Let's go home," she said.

I nodded wordlessly and then we gathered our belongings and walked back to the car, hand in hand.