I had not been that delighted when my parents split up when I was 16 and it was decided that I should stay with my Dad. I was even less delighted when he got married two years later to a woman with a daughter the same age as me. We had in fact turned 18 within a week of each other. Anyway, I thought to myself, I will get through college, get a job and then a place of my own. So I would make the best of it until then.
Then as summer arrived Jill convinced my Dad that we should all have a week away together in her mate's static caravan. I was not that keen but Dad said it would be great for us all to really get to know each other better, without the stresses of work and college. Ok I thought, it's only a week, I can do that.
It was our first day there on the beach that things changed. Debbie is no stunning looker, but don't get me wrong, she is pretty in a plain sort of way, and in her skimpy bikini she has a fantastic body. As she walked along the beach I got to thinking that perhaps Dad was right. It would be a good idea to get to know her better.
On the beach though she was quiet and just soaking up the rays, while reading a book. From conversations I had overheard between her and Jill, it was obvious she was very naïve. Sitting in my deckchair, wearing my 'cool' shades, I scanned her body, and made up my mind to get into her knickers. I had overheard Jill and Dad talking sometime ago about the fact that Debbie has never had a boyfriend, never drinks alcohol, and was happy to stay in, read and watch TV. I started to think there and then how I was going to change her, and my opportunity was going to come sooner than I'd thought.
We had all planned to go out in the afternoon but Debbie did not want to go. After a second morning on the beach, Debbie had overdone the sunbathing. She had some sunburn and felt a bit unwell. Jill said she would stay with her, but I played the Good Samaritan and told them to go and have a good time, and that I would stay with Debbie. They were overjoyed at my kindness, but little did they know I had plans to seduce the lovely Debbie.
She was lying face down on the bed in the end bedroom, still in her bikini, and reading a women's magazine, when I popped my head around the door and asked if she would like a cold drink. She said she would have a cold squash. Perfect, I thought and I went to the kitchen to make it up. I diluted the squash with a little water and a good helping of strong vodka. That should just take away a few inhibitions, especially as she is not used to drinking alcohol.
"There you go," I said cheerfully as I put it on the bedside cabinet. She did not look at me but just said thanks. I left for about half an hour before going back in to her, hoping the effect of the vodka had kicked in.
"Hey Debbie, how yer feeling?" She was still in the same position but the glass was empty. She looked around at me.
"I'm feeling a little woozy actually."
"That will be the effect of the sun; you should get some more cream on that sunburn."
"Do you think so, already?"
"Oh yes, I have a mate studying medicine and he warned me about the effects of sun damage."
I grabbed the bottle of cream, "Here let me do it for you," and before she had chance to say no, I was rubbing the cream into her near perfect skin. I started with her shoulders, then her back, sweeping my hands down to her bikini bottoms. Then I started at her ankles.
"Hey! My legs are ok," she snapped.
"'Cover as much skin as possible, not just the burnt area,' my mate said," I told her as I worked my way up towards her lovely ass. Again I rubbed up to her bikini bottoms, squeezing as I went.
"Ok that will do," She snapped again.
"Your right, turn over, I will do the front."
"No way."
"Look, sunburn can be serious, what about skin cancer?"
"What about it?"
"My mate studying medicine said 'cover as much of the skin as possible to put the moisture back.'"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, quite sure. Now turn over," I almost ordered.
I was amazed; she not only turned over and continued to read her magazine, she also did not realize she could do the front herself, but I wasn't complaining.
I started just below her bikini top, staring at her small but perfect breasts. I swept my hands down over her almost flat tummy to the top of her bikini bottoms. How I wanted to just slip my hand under the waistband! As if she could read my mind she placed her hand on them.
Then I worked my way up her legs, massaging my way towards the top of her legs. Getting bolder, I slightly touched her bikini clad pussy with the side of my hand, and then I did it again. Her hand shot down to protect herself and she looked over the magazine.
"You're doing that on purpose you perv," she scolded.
"What?" I asked, all innocent like.
"You know what, that will do now." I ignored her and continued my massage of her thigh.
