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knew, my father had booked me airfare to visit him for three weeks. Truthfully, I was visiting in hopes that he would wire me some more money. Though I was curious about the type of spoiled mess my new stepmother was, I wasn’t originally very interested in knowing more about her.
    When I met Lydia for the first time at the airport, she wore a white dress that hugged each part of her voluptuous body. She had curvature that I had never seen on a woman. After witnessing her wearing only a bikini bottom the day after my arrival to my father’s estate, I instantly felt welcome.
    As I pumped my cock inside of my first, I would gaze out and create fantasies that involved her naked in front of me. I would envision myself walking down to the garden without a shirt on. She would see me, unfasten the drawstring on my running pants, and begin sucking on my shaft like a newly ripened banana. Just as I imagined her full lips rolling up and down on my cock, I opened my eyes to gaze upon her enormous chest. A real woman, I thought. No, a slut who loved to touch herself outside of her stepson’s window.
    I was battering myself fiercely near the bright window. Tug after tug, I filled myself with pleasure. With one final tight squeeze, jets of my come shot from the tip of my cock, all over my bedroom window. I stood there panting and feeling satisfied as my cream drizzle down the windowpane.
     

The Other Girl
    Audrey
     
                  I watched her sip from a clear straw while sitting by the pool. Bright pink lemonade zipped up to her mouth. When finished sipping, she calmly sat her glass on the table, adjusted her black hair under a floppy hat, and sat back on the chair.
                  “You don’t like to swim, Darla?” I asked her a she covered some exposed bits of her legs with a sarong.
                  “I love it,” she answered. “But the sun is too bright this time of year; I’ll burn quite fiercely.”
                  “Shame,” I replied as I gazed toward Sebastian who was making laps in the pool. “He loves the water and the sun.”
                  “He does,” Darla agreed drearily.
                  “Where is it that you are from?” I asked her.
                  “Capitol Hill,” she smiled sweetly.
                  “I see,” I said as I gathered my glass. I wasn’t sure where Capitol Hill was, so I probed for more information. “And where did you attend boarding school.”
                  “Oh, no,” Darla giggled a little while covering her mouth. “I didn’t attend boarding school.”
                  “Private then,” I realized. “Was it live-in?”
                  “I went to public school,” she said calmly.
                  “Public school?” I couldn’t believe what I heard. All along I believed that I had competition with this fair skinned girl who was nothing more than common. Still, I wondered intensely what Sebastian saw in her.
                  A splash of water came from the pool, and my stepbrother, Sebastian, pulled himself up from the sides. Wearing nothing but a tightly fit midcut swimming brief, he looked perfectly debonair. His auburn clung to the side of his face that was perfectly shaven; I assumed because of Darla’s presence.
                  “Doesn’t my mother make the best lemonade?” he said walking over to us.
                  “She does!” Darla and I exclaimed at the same time. As Sebastian moved toward Darla, and gave her a wet kiss on the cheek, I could see that his query was not intended for me.
                  “You’re dripping all over me!” Darla giggled while wiping the water off of her face. Sebastian reacted by giving her a hug, drenching her all over. “Stop it! I only have so many clothes!”
                  “You will be fine,” Sebastian