Make yourself at home, I will only be a couple of minutes," she said shutting her apartment door behind them. Jennifer went in the bedroom to change w...ile Mark waited in the living room. A few minutes later she came back out wearing her waitress uniform. It was a white tuxedo-looking collared halter top with a deep V front with two fake buttons. The halter top left her belly bare. She also wore a pair of stretchy black shorts. Around her neck was a rhinestone encrusted bow tie. Finally, a pair. She knew that encounter could ruin her life. A secret that weighted heavily on her shoulders. The city client experience showed her a whole new exciting world. A world she was eager to explore. That was two months ago. Just thinking about it still aroused her and made her squeeze her legs together. She had to get it off her mind. Next week the holidays started. She would travel, visit friends and try to forget about it all. Two weeks later a text from Alex (Who is Alex? part 1) threw that all. You're a sexy slut, and I want to see what you're hiding under there." “If you think I’m going to undress in front of you, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m your stepsister, for God’s sake.” “And what does that mean? That means that we’re not related. I could fuck you, and it would be fine. So, take off your clothes and show me what you have under that dress.” I could tell he was getting off with the idea that I was going to be stripping for him. “Fine, if this will get you off my back.” I stood. It's little eye squinted hap-pily into the sunlight. I happily accepted his invitation to a refres-hing swim in the ocean. My friend stood up and flexed his muscles. He took my hand and together we walked naked and sweaty as we were down to the swell. The water was still pretty cool but very re-viving and we paddled out and were dancing in the waves. We played like c***dren in a forgot-ten paradise and his hands where all over my goose-bumped skin. We run back to the warm sand, splashing.