The characters in this story are over 18. The story is told from both Steve's (*) and Lucy's (**) own point of view intertwined.
For my American readers: English boys wear shorts (short trousers) over pants (underpants). I don't want things lost in translation especially as I quite like removing a boy's shorts and then pants. Enjoy the story! Love Jane xox.
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Her name way Lucy and I liked her from the beginning.
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His name was Steve and I liked him from the first time I met him.
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My dad had just divorced my mum and Lucy was the daughter of his new girlfriend, Rebecca. I think they met at the tennis club. To my teenage mind, even for an older woman, I thought Rebecca was quite attractive and could see why dad liked her. She was a brunette, much younger than him, with dark brown eyes and a curvy figure. Long legs too!
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My dad had been in the army and was killed in Afghanistan two years earlier, he and mum had been childhood sweethearts, she was only 14 when I was born and they had married as soon as possible at 16, so she was still really quite young. She thought having a child so young ruined her life in many ways and I think that is why she is always very protective of me and boys. She didn't want me to be a teenage mom too and make the same mistake. Mum had met Steve's dad, Bobbie, playing tennis and they soon became really good friends. He was a bit older than her, but I didn't mind, I never really know my own father as he was nearly always away, and I thought Bobbie would make a nice father figure.
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To begin with Rebecca would come over to the house by herself for the evening and always go home to Lucy at night. I used to spend my evenings in my room with my computer, so let them get on with things. The floorboards outside dad's bedroom were a bit of a giveaway!
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To begin with mum would go out and visit Bobbie, but always came home and she never let me stay the night alone (nor have friends stay - boring!). Even though I was growing up fast, she preferred to know I was safe. I used to wonder if she and Bobbie made love, or just kissed and cuddled a bit. I started to think about sex a lot in those days and wondered what it might be like to have a boy inside me. I started playing with myself and fantasying about some of the boys at Sixth Form College.
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Eventually, one night, Rebecca came over with Lucy and my world was turned upside down. Lucy was lovely. She was slim and beautiful and I thought her very sophisticated. All I wanted to do was to get to know her better, but being full of adolescent hormones, conflicts and doubts, I was too shy to ask her out or anything and mumbled my words. I was hugely embarrassed because every time I looked at her I could feel myself stiffening and she kept looking at my groin - which made matters worse! Maybe I could encourage dad and Rebecca to get to know each other better and then I could see more of Lucy.
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I had met Bobbie a few times, but never visited his house, then one night mum let me go with her. He had a son my age, Steve. He was nice enough, but I thought he wanted to swallow me with his eyes. He kept looking at me and then turning away if our eyes met. He was sort of cute with a puppy dog look and I smiled at him to be friendly. I guess he liked me - unless that was a gun in his pocket! I was wearing a padded bra, so he probably didn't realise I was so flat chested! I didn't really need a bra at all at the time. Anyway, Steve had a nice smile and very kissable lips, mmmm!
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A little time after we spent that evening together, Dad said that he and Rebecca were thinking about getting married and asked me if I would like to go on holiday with them both and Lucy, so we could get to know each other better.
"Wow!" I thought, "Maybe I could see Lucy in a bikini!"
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Mum asked me if I would like to go for a holiday with Bobbie and Steve. She said she had been thinking about marrying again and asked me if I was OK with that. She said no decision had been made, but the holiday would help to make up her mind.
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Dad and Rebecca had agreed that a camping holiday would be best and that we would go the South of France. He would share a tent with me and Rebecca and Lucy would share one. So at the start of the summer holiday off we went in the car loaded to the gunnels with tents and bikes. I did think it would be more fun if we could swap the tent sharing around, but a teenage boy can only dream, the parent is in charge!
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Mum and Bobbie had agreed on a camping holiday in France - painful! I wanted a nice comfy hotel and swimming pool please! Also I would have to share the tent with mum, not fun. Still at least Steve would be there for to help liven up things. When it came to it actually I enjoyed the trip through France, although it was too hot. So hot that I changed into a linen blouse and took off my bra. I do not like sweaty breasts and if Steve didn't like me as nature intended then so be it. I shared the back of the car with him and we started to discover a bit more about each other. We both liked classical music and Steve played the oboe whilst I was learning the flute. We also discovered we liked cycling over to the local downs and looking at the ancient remains of the Iron Age and Stone Age people of long ago. He was going to study archaeology when he went to Uni, I was going to do environmental studies. The biggest surprise was that we shared the same birthday.
"Hey!" I called to mum and Bobbie, "Did you know we are twins?"
They laughed because they hadn't realised.
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Lucy and I shared the back of the car. Amazing, we had so much to talk about, music, history, cycling, and wild flowers - seemed we had so much in common and, guess what, we even shared the same birthday. It was after that we started to be called "The twins" by our parents. However, the biggest problem was I couldn't be near her and not get a hard-on - if you are a boy, you probably know what it's like, so hard for so long it starts to hurt!
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Once or twice as we sat there Steve brushed my hand with his fingertips. It gave me a sort of tingly feeling and the next time he did it I grabbed his hand and held it. But it was too hot in the car and I had to let go after a minute - besides I didn't want mum to see. Still I gave him a really cute smile and fluttered my sexy long eyelashes at him - trying to make up with my sexy charm for the fact I was nearly tit-less. I leant forward a bit and I think he could see down my blouse. How do you make your tits grow? A girl can really suffer!
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I found I couldn't resist touching her and twice I brushed her hand with my fingers. Then she grabbed my hand and held it gently for a minute. Then she looked at me, did something weird with her eyes and my insides turned to jelly. Then she started moving her hand toward my shorts and I felt myself getting really hot. Suddenly Rebecca interrupted us. If Lucy had moved her hand any closer I might have cum in my pants!
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Then I feeling really naughty and a bit adventurous I made my fingers advance spiderlike across the seat till they got to Steve's shorts. I was just thinking about whether to test the bulge and see if it was really a gun, when mum turned around to tell us we were about to stop for the night. I pulled back quick - I don't think she suspected anything!
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I studied her sylph-like body. Lucy was so slim and fragile, she had dimples in her cheeks when she smiled. Her skin was really pale and almost translucent. She wore no bra and her breasts were small, but the nipples were really prominent and stood out against the white fabric of her blouse, their darker colouring showing through the material. I started fantasizing about how we might make out when we got to the camp site - avoiding the watchful Rebecca somehow.
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Am I a temptress? Well, not really I was just teasing poor Steve on that first day. He was not too tall and not too short, quite slim with a neat muscles and had a lovely face with blue eyes, a few freckles and dark connecting eyebrows. Luckily, no acne - that curse of teenagers down the ages - but I was lucky too with good pale clear skin. I got my flyaway blonde hair from my dad's side I think, because mum is much darker coloured. Anyway we got to supper that night and because the evening was cool, we got out some rugs to cover us.
I sat close to Steve on a bench and in the dimming summer evening . . . well, I was tempted again to find out about that gun.
Using the rugs for cover, I managed to get my arm unseen from inside my rug to inside his and my hand went exploring. He had been chatting away to Rebecca and Steve quite happily, but suddenly it seemed the conversation became disjointed and his voice went up an octave. My hand was tracing its way down the barrel and then gently up again. It seemed to be jerking under my touch. Fortunately mum and Bobbie did not seem to notice that the teen brigade had become a little quiet as they were too engrossed with each other to care. I explored my way back up the barrel again pressing more firmly this time (no not a gun ;-) and found the top button of his shorts and undid it. I found the zip, gave it an experimental tug and moved it down an inch or two. I felt something soft and silky to the touch, something that seemed to want to escape and which throbbed hotly under my fingertips.
I suddenly started to feel heat between my legs and my heart started to race. Steve, suddenly got up, pulling the rug firmly around him.
"What about a walk before bed?" he asked is a squeaky voice.
"Great idea!" I said, "We could leave these two lovers smooching."
Mum and Bobbie laughed and told us not to be long.
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She had beautiful blonde flyaway hair and a soft down covered he arms, which were goose bumped by the cold. If her ears had been pointed I'd have called her an elf! I got out the rugs for all of us as the evening was cool and we sat together on a bench next to a picnic table. Dad and Rebecca sat on the other side as we ate our supper. They had a bottle of the local French wine and were in good spirits. Lucy and I just drank sparkling water.
She was close enough for me to smell her perfume and that was more intoxicating than any alcohol. My erection was back, hiding itself under the rug that covered me. I thought I would soon explode being so close to someone I found so alluring.
