I watched as the slight motion made they move back and forth, and when she shifted her weight and they giggled, all I could think about was taking a c...ld shower to control myself. The pool would have to do.I walked into the pool so I wouldn’t bother her. I didn’t think I could take any more movement of her chest, and surely couldn’t take her getting close to me. I swam a few laps and then paused to take in the weather. It was warm, but not hot, and the cool water was more than a relief to the. A fingernail traced up her crack and she instinctively moved closer but when she looked into her eyes there was no hint of sexual intent, just teasing or was she just hoping it wasn’t there? The teasing stopped and her hands spread over her buttocks, tantalizing, erotic and then it was gone again as she spun around and began to move her hands over her own body, Emma smiled and sliding around her, moved her pussy hard against her and let her hands slide up her thighs. A man hooted and whistled. ”I scrambled out of my clothes, throwing my tee-shirt aside before I hopped and danced in a rushed effort to get out of my jeans. I got free as my step-mother pulled the red bootlace top over her head. Then she unclasped her bra, exposing herself entirely nude except for the shoes.“I can’t be bothered to take them off,” my step-mother said. “It’s kind of sexy keeping them on anyway, isn’t it, Callum?”“You’re beautiful,” I gasped, soaking up the sight.My step-mother grinned and gestured to the. I hate Christmas, and always have. While other kids were wolfing down marshmallows and hot chocolate, I would go to a secluded hill and ski the day away. After 13 horrible years, the memory of my dad's death lingered fresh in my mind. The scar on my stomach served a reminder. "What's bothering you?" Maggie asked."Nothing. I don't want to talk about it." I'M YOUR BEST FRIEND AND YOU WON'T TELL ME?? WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU!" Maggie screamed.Her high heels clattered across the floorboards and.