When Kim and I married, her younger sister and brother were naturally both in the wedding but so was her brother's new girlfriend Shannon. Rick, Kim's brother, is the baby in the family and was 18 at the time. He met Shannon in his senior year of high school when she was only a sophomore so Shannon was a mere 16-years-old at our wedding. Kim was 23 when we married and I was the grandpa at 28.
Kim was always competitive with her younger sister, a middle child, whom I found to be always manipulative and conniving so we never really got along well. I was relieved when she graduated college then took a job out-of-state so that we only had to endure her during holidays.
On the other hand, during the following years Rick and Shannon and Kim and I got along more like four friends rather than family. We often double dated or just hung out together at our house grilling out, watching a football game or a movie sometimes trying a new wine or just enjoying a favorite bottle. So it was no surprise when Rick and Shannon asked Kim and me to be in their wedding six years later.
Rick and Shannon had seemed almost like the perfect couple from the very start which I found odd since Rick, the proverbial 'tall dark and handsome' type, was extremely extroverted while Shannon was the polar opposite being extremely introverted. Kim and I were also both introverted which is one of the reasons why our circle of friends was barely more than Rick and Shannon.
Of the four of us, Shannon and I seemed to get along the least. For the longest time I had thought she was merely tolerating me though I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Maybe it was because Rick and I got along so well, he and I had many common interests and were more like best friends rather than brother-in-laws. She seemed to be very competitive when it came to Ricks time so I thought it was possible irritation on her part when we spent time together watching a football or baseball game, or hanging out at a bar having a few beers.
I had always found Shannon to be quite lovely. She was, not only diametrically the polar opposite of Rick in personality, but also in stature. Kim's father is tall and thin, standing over six feet in height, and all of his children have inherited his physique. Rick is no different at a thin six feet tall while Shannon barely makes five-foot, two inches. But she makes a stunning presence at five-foot, two with thick, light brown hair that falls to her shoulders in curly locks, creamy almost perfect skin with nary a mole or imperfection of any kind, deep blue eyes set just right in a face like a porcelain doll which dimples in just the right places when she smiles.
While being physically different from Rick, Shannon was also physically different from Kim. Kim is five-foot, five inches tall and thin like a swimmer. Kim has long, dark brown hair with dark brown eyes to match in a classically beautiful, square jawed face. While Kim is a bit flat chested sporting only an A cup, Shannon was blessed with perfectly round C cups which, at her age, stood up perkily. What Kim and Shannon did share in physique, was a flat belly and a tight little bottom that would make the blood of any man race to his genitals.
Rick and I ourselves are quite different physically speaking. Rick, as I have mentioned, is tall, thin and strong. He shares in the family features with dark brown hair and eyes the same as Kim and is ruggedly handsome. I am a mere five-foot, nine inches in height, barrel chested and stocky. I am usually in the gym once or twice each week but I don't need to be. My job was physically demanding at that time so I stayed in shape naturally with a muscular chest, strong arms, shoulders and legs. On my off days, I often enjoyed mountain biking and sometimes Kim joined me. Also, every so often, Rick and Shannon joined us for a trail ride.
A year after Rick and Shannon got married, Kim and I rented a condo near Barefoot Landing in North Myrtle Beach for a ten day, nine night vacation in May. The condo complex is right on the beach, separated into two low slung buildings only three stories tall running parallel with each other and a peanut shaped pool and hot tub in between. It was also only a short walk to Apache Pier. Our condo was on the second level with a perfect view of the pool, the beach beyond and Apache Pier beyond that. I had been fortunate that this condo belonged to a friend of my family who rented it to us on this particular week due to the fact it would be in disuse and they rented it to us at a very reasonable rate. Since the condo had two bedrooms, we invited Rick and Shannon to come along. It was Kim's idea as an early one year anniversary gift to them and they happily accepted.
The condo was laid out the usual way a beach vacation condo is, the entrance led directly into the small kitchen with the kitchen appliances on the left, a small, two seat table against the right hand wall and a breakfast bar with two stools on the opposite side separating the kitchen from the living room with a balcony through a sliding glass door beyond that. An entrance way from the living room, almost where it meets the kitchen, leads to the two bedrooms and the bath on the right. The bath is straight ahead, the main bedroom is to the left and the spare to the right. Kim and I took the main bedroom which had a door leading to the same balcony accessible from the living room and a king bed. Shannon and Rick's room had two twin beds which they quickly pushed together to make one.
It was the very first morning of our much needed vacation when Kim woke early. The sun was not up yet but the sky was illuminated with the soft light of impending dawn. The evenings were still comfortable in early May so we had slept with the curtains and windows open to dose to the sound of the surf lapping at the sand and the spray of the ocean mist. I woke not long after that to the feeling of a hand stroking my morning wood and a soft, wet tongue licking my ear.
Kim and I had always been over sexed, it was one of the things that attracted us to each other, and sex two times per day on the weekdays and three times each day on the weekends was not unheard of for us, even after seven years of marriage and the two years we had known each other before that. In fact, judge us if you will, but we fucked on the very first day we met even though she had a boyfriend at the time. Two days later she dumped the boyfriend then moved in with me a week after that. But that's another story entirely. Suffice it to say, even though we both remained very sexual creatures, nine years together had made our sex life rather vanilla. In fact, to me at least, it was beginning to feel like a necessary chore done simply to relieve our carnal urges. I would be lying if I said I didn't often fantasize about other women while Kim and I were making love, old girlfriends, missed opportunities, or women that I know from work or that I have met elsewhere like my favorite restaurant or cashier from the grocery store. Often her eyes are closed now during our love making leading me to believe she is doing the same and fantasizing about other men. That doesn't bother me as I have never been the jealous type and neither has she. She always said, whet your appetite out if you must but always come home to eat.
I don't know if it was the sound of the ocean, the cool breeze blowing on our bodies from the open windows, or the fact her brother and sister-in-law were sleeping a mere twenty feet away but Kim woke with an amorous mood she has not been in for a very long time. We had made love that night and fell asleep naked so when Kim woke first the next morning, obviously feeling hot and bothered, she decided to wake me by stroking me and licking my ear. I had been laying on my right side with her behind and reaching over me but now, groggy and not yet registering what was happening, I rolled over on my back to look at her. She didn't even wait to see if I was fully conscious yet, and in fact I was still in that state where I had yet to register where I was, being in a different place and sleep not fully eradicated from my mind, when she threw her leg over my midsection, grabbed my full erect cock and pointed it at the center of her hairy triangle, lowering herself onto me and sending me from sleep into sexual bliss.
Kim was riding me and slamming up and down on my cock so hard I was worried Rick and Shannon would hear us. Our movements were making a slapping sound that echoed through the whole room each time I raised my hips to meet her downward thrusts. Kim is always very vocal during sex and she was trying hard to suppress it on this morning but not always being successful. Every now and then a loud moan would start to come from somewhere deep inside her which she would quickly stifle but I feared it could still be heard beyond the walls of our room. Fortunately we were both so turned on that it didn't last long. After a few minutes we both exploded in orgasm with me sending plumes of cum inside her pussy and her grinding down on my pelvis with her hand in her mouth to smother her cry as she came with two giant orgasms and one smaller one.
