This is a continuation of my first submission "Summer of Sex". You might enjoy reading that story first, but definitely will not be lost without it.
This one is a little long winded, but I promise I get to some good stuff at the end. It is really just setting up the story for the later chapters that are even more juicy!!
I pulled out a clean pair of cotton pajama shorts and a t-shirt for Joslyn. I got dressed in skin tight yoga pants and a tank top. I went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I heard Zach's heavy footsteps on the second floor above me. As I finished making my cup and leaned on the counter as Zach came tromping down the stairs and into the kitchen.
He was two years older than Joslyn, and yet he seemed so much younger than his sister's "old soul" personality. He had been a baseball player in high school and still had the body to match. He was tall, like his father, and had strong broad shoulders, and was perfectly sculpted all around. Honestly, he could have been carved from marble, but was not so attractive that he seemed unapproachable. Zach was quite the party animal, and had made a less than great impression at college with everyone other than his fraternity brothers.
He was wearing just his boxer shorts, and was rubbing his sandy blonde hair as he yawned loudly.
"What's for breakfast, Ma?" he asked, opening the fridge and starring in. Zach had called me "Ma" since his father had introduced us the first time. His mother had left the family while Zach was still young, and had resented his father's dating while he was a teen. He found it incredibly irrational that a young woman, just 4 years his elder, could actually fall in love with a man his father's age. I had learned that the other women his father dated had tried to reprimand him, which always ended badly. I did not attempt that. I figured that Zach was 20 and could do as he wished. I knew he would never accept me as a parental figure, and that was fine. As long as we were polite to one another, I could live with it. And yet, he was quite a sight to take in.
He closed the fridge, unable to find something that appealed to his hunger.
"You got something good in that cup?" I knew he meant liquor, and of course it was too early for me to drink.
"No, you know that," I replied. "If you are hungry, I suppose I could scramble some eggs for you."
"Nah... I can at least use the toaster." He went to the pantry and pulled out some bread.
Just then Joslyn appeared from out of my room, wearing my clothes.
"Whatcha you doing, sis?" Zach asked.
"Oh, uh... nothing," Joslyn stumbled. "Just hanging out."
She made her way to where I was standing, and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"Uh huh." Zach said, giving me a sideways glance. For a second, I was certain he was aware of what had just happened in my shower.
"I was thinking of getting in the pool," I told both of my step-children.
"Okay," they replied in unison. This was more common that one would expect.
I finished off my cup in a big gulp, set the cup in the sink, and slinked off to my bedroom to put on a bathing suit. Behind me I could hear both of them teasing one another and arguing the way brothers and sisters do.
I closed the door behind me. Letting out a deep sigh, thinking how bad it would be if Zach knew about Joslyn and I. He would certainly tell his father. Or worse, hold it over my head to get whatever he wanted.
"He couldn't know," I thought to myself. He was passed out like normal just an hour before.
I shook off the idea and stripped off my clothes, throwing them on the bed, digging through my drawers looking for a bikini. Just then the door opened. I whipped around, naked as a jay bird, to see Joslyn sneaking in.
"Oh God!" I sighed. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
"Sorry," she giggled. She sauntered over to the bed, climbing up and staring me down.
"Well, are you going to change?" I asked, still looking for matching pieces.
"I thought I could just use one of yours," she said, still staring at my tits.
"Okay, here." I threw her a suit. "Stop staring. Get dressed. I want to soak up the sun before it gets too hot."
"More like, before the pervs get here." Joslyn pulled off my clothes and slipped into my bikini.
She did have a point. Her brother's friends had a habit of showing up mid-afternoon, and not leaving until after dark. And it always seemed to happen on the days Joslyn and I decided to lay out. I think Zach was doing that on purpose. He never spent more than a few hours at home, unless he woke up to find us topless at the poolside. Joslyn was always quick to cover up. I was less concerned with being nude around the guys. I figured they were close enough to my age that I knew the way they were thinking. I knew it was exciting for them to see Zach's hot stepmom topless, and the way the oogled over my set of Ds definitely didn't hurt my self-esteem.
"Um..." Joslyn mumbled, looking down at the suit hanging loosely on her fit little frame. While he body was amazingly tight, her tits were a small B and her hips and butt were not nearly as curvaceous as mine. My body was soft and round. I was still in good shape, but my Hispanic heritage gave me curves that this 18 year old girl knew nothing about.
"Here," I said, tying the suit tighter at the back of the top and the sides of the bottoms.
I pulled on a low cut black bikini bottom, and a halter top in bright blue. I wrapped my long black hair up in a ponytail and grabbed a pair of sun glasses as I bounced out the bedroom door.
Joslyn gathered a few towels as we made our way outside. Zach was already there, floating on his back on one of the blow up rafts. Jos and I pulled the lounge chairs to the edge of the pool and lay down. She fidgeted with the back of her suit. I reached over and pulled the strings to release the top. Then I pulled my top right off.
"Don't even know why I bother putting this thing on," I said, rubbing lotion on myself.
