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!"
