Stepmom Goddaughter

It all started when my dad remarried when I was 21. His name was Jon, and he was 53 5' 10 and his new wife Rebecca was 50 5' 3". They lived in Miami Beach, while I continued living with my mother after my parents' divorce.

My name is Mark 24yrs old 6'4", about 210 pounds, with green eyes, brown hair, and an athletic build.

Jon and Rebecca had purchased a beautiful house on the Intracoastal Waterway, with access to the Atlantic Ocean. They loved entertaining and often hosted weekend gatherings for holidays, pool days, and sporting events, especially soccer and football.

One Saturday morning, I decided to stop by my dad's house to see if he had two tickets for the Miami Dolphins game the following weekend. When I pulled up, I noticed a white BMW sedan parked in the circular driveway. I had never seen it there before.

I walked inside, but the house was unusually quiet. I didn't hear the television or anyone talking, so I figured they might be outside. I headed toward the pool area, where they sometimes relaxed at the outdoor bar with Bloody Marys in the morning.

As soon as I stepped outside, Rebecca was sitting near the tiki bar.

She spotted me and called out, "Mark! Come over here and join us at the tiki bar.

"Good Morning" I said as I walked over.

Mark do you want something to eat or drink?

No, Thank you. I was planning to head to the beach shortly to play beach volleyball.

Rebecca smiled. "Come with me and let me introduce you to someone" as she grabs my hand walking to the pool.

This is my goddaughter, Maria. She's from Portugal and just moved here last month.

I turned toward the woman laying in a pool chair with her back toward us.

She stood and smiled as I approached.

Nice to meet you. I am Mark.

Hi Mark... I am Maria

Maria was a total knockout 5' 10 - 6' 0 tall, long black hair, hazel eyes, and a fit, athletic appearance. She was wearing a back Binkini that looked a little small on her up top for her estimated 34DD. There was something immediately confident and friendly about her.

"Are you coming over for a swim?" she asked.

"I wasn't planning on it," I said with a grin, "but I'm starting to reconsider."

Rebecca laughed. "You better be nice to my goddaughter."

She then pointed toward the house. "Your old swim trunks are still in the back room if you decide to change."

Remember I am going to the beach in a little while,

Maria smiled. "I've been dying to visit the beach. I haven't really had a chance to explore much since I got here."

We started talking about some of the beaches around Miami, comparing which ones were worth visiting and which were better for relaxing.

After a few minutes, I said, "If you'd like, I could take you next week."

Maria's face immediately lit up.

That would be great, she said. "As long as you're okay going with my son, Marco".

"Of course. I'd be happy to show you both around."

We talked for a while longer, and eventually I asked, "Where should I pick you guys up?"

"How about meeting here at ten in the morning?" she suggested.

"Sounds good to me."

Maria stepped closer to me. She gave me the customary European greeting, kissing me lightly on both cheeks before giving me a quick hug. Then she leaned toward me and whispered, I want to surprise Marco going to the beach next week. So don't say anything.

I smiled at her. Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

I walked over to my dad and asked if he was using his two tickets for next Sunday's game against the Bills.

"I still have two open tickets," he said. "Are you planning on taking Maria to the game?"

I laughed. "No, I wasn't planning on it, but that's not a bad idea."

Rebecca immediately chimed in "You guys better be nice to my goddaughter."

"I'm always nice to pretty ladies,"

The room suddenly went quiet.

I looked at my dad and Rebecca, both of whom were smiling. Then I realized Maria was standing right behind me.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

I could feel my face turning red as I slowly turned around.

Jon came to my rescue. "Mark was asking if you'd like to go see an American football game next Sunday afternoon."

"I'd love to," Maria said. Then she paused. "But who's going to watch Marco?"

Rebecca smiled. "I'd be happy to watch him. We can play some pool and keep him entertained."

I wasn't sure what to say. I barely knew Maria at that point, but there was no denying that I was attracted to her.

"I'm really glad I met you, Mark," Maria said with a smile. "I'll see you next week as she walked over to Marco calling her.

I watched Maria walking toward the pool steps and getting a semi-hardon in my shorts.

I said goodbye to everyone before making my way back through the house. As I walked to my car, I couldn't help thinking about Maria and wondering what the following weekend might bring.

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