Beach House

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A brother and sister discover love at a beach house.
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Darren closed his eyes and let the hot sun wash over him. His toes burrowed into the sand anchoring him to the beach like roots. He took a deep breath of ocean air and felt his whole body relax. Finally, summer. Last semester had felt like it would never end, but as he stood in front of his newly rented beach house it was like he'd been there all his life.

"Dare!" His sister's shout interrupted Darren's reverie but he didn't mind. It had been too long since he'd seen Delilah. He turned just in time to catch her as she leapt at him.

Darren grunted at the impact but closed his arms around her tiny waist and held on. "Careful Lilah, I think the freshmen fifteen maybe catching up with you." He chuckled in her ear.

She slid down until her feet hit the sand but didn't take her arms from around his neck. "Take that back jerk!" She laughed and pushed her body into his in an attempt to make him stumble. Not that it had any effect. Darren was 6'2" and fairly muscled from the rowing team at Berkley. And Delilah, well she was 5'3" and shaped like a little pixie, hardly a match for him in brute strength.

Darren faked falling backwards and gave into her wish. "I take it back. I take it back. You're gorgeous as always." Delilah beamed at him even though she already knew that. She'd never been self-conscious. And with good reason, she had her mothers blue eyes and her father's blonde hair and a body that was made to fit any man. But all girls liked to hear how pretty they are. Darren smiled down at her. "I missed you, you know. I still wish you'd just stayed home and gone to Berkeley with me this year."

Delilah sighed and stepped away from him. This was an old argument. "Columbia is a great school and I needed to get away from everything with dad. You know that. Maybe you should just think of coming to New York with me. You'd love it there. And you could just transfer to Columbia for your senior year." She intertwined her fingers with Darren's and pulled him along the beach.

"Yeah... maybe". He said. Though they both knew he couldn't leave. He was the one holding down the fort. Since their father had started his binge drinking three years ago it had been Darren who made sure bills got paid and everyone ate. He'd made sure Delilah got into a good college and had put his own education on hold for that to happen. This past year had been his first year back at school. With Delilah across the country it had finally been his time. It hadn't been easy but he would have done anything for his little sister.

"Hey, don't be down. It's summer and it's a beautiful day. You and me in our very own beach house for eight whole weeks! It doesn't get better that that!" She looked like a kid again with that goofy smile on her face. He couldn't help but laugh and agree. This rental house was the only way he'd gotten her to agree to come back to California for summer break. She'd refused to go back to their house in Berkeley. He couldn't blame her. Their dad was a lot to deal with and Darren had had trouble finding some one else to stay with him while they were away, even though Half Moon Bay was only a little over an hour from their house in Berkeley.

"The water looks great. Maybe we should go for a swim after we get settled?" He tugged Delilah to a stop and turned towards the water. It was crystal blue and so inviting.

"Why wait? Lets go in now." She let go of his hand and kicked off her flip flops. "Come on lets just jump in like we used to when we were kids." She smiled back at him then jogged towards the water. She pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it to the sand next to her.

Darren's breath caught in his throat when he saw her bare back unhindered by bra or bathing suit. Sure as kids they would both strip naked practically as soon as the car stopped and they'd run headlong into the ocean without a care in the world. But they weren't kids anymore. Before Darren could protest Delilah's shorts hit the sand, obviously she hadn't been wearing underwear either. Darren caught only the briefest glimpse of rounded ass before she dove into the surf.

"Come on Dare!" Delilah shouted when she resurfaced moments later. "The water is perfect." She bobbed up and down as she propelled herself farther out. The tops of her high full breasts rose and fell as she moved. Darren had to shake his head to remind himself that she was his sister and he shouldn't be noticing her breast or remembering her perfect little ass that would fit right in his hands.

"I... I should... probably grab my suit. It will only take a second." he stammered and tried to clear his head.

"Oh just come in already. You can wear your boxers if your embarrassed." Delilah drew out the last word like an insult and Dare knew she was rolling her eyes, even though he couldn't see it because she turned away from him to swim further out.

"Fine. Fine. I'll just go in." He mumbled to himself. And jerked his polo shirt over his head. He quickly hooked his thumbs in his wait band and pulled his shorts and boxers down as one. He looked around nervously hoping no one in a boat would come by before he could get in the water. He didn't worry about neighbors because they were pretty much the only people on this stretch of beach. Naked and fidgeting he moved quickly into the water.

By the time Darren reached Delilah the waves lapped at his chest and she was treading water. He stayed a few feet away from her so the water was reflecting the sun, if he got much closer it would be like looking through glass at each other's naked form. He didn't want that. Not that he was embarrassed by his body like Delilah had said, far from it, but he might be embarrassed by the way his body reacted to his sister's.

"Perfect right?" Delilah sighed. "I'm glad it's just you and me Dare. I do love Dad, you know that. I just can't bear to see him like this. I thought he would have gotten over mom by now. I just wanted this to be a real vacation and I didn't want to spend every night fighting with him about how much he's had to drink."

"I know Lilah. It's okay. And it's good for me to have a real vacation too so I'm glad you thought of this." He smiled and leaned back in the water to float.

"It's not your job you know. To take care of him like that. He made his own choices and you shouldn't have to suffer for them." Delilah had been telling him the same thing for two and a half years. They had all suffered after their mom had run off with an accountant from her office. But their dad had never tried to move on from it. He just drank himself into oblivion every night.

"I know." Darren said quietly. He didn't need to say anything else. There was no defending their farther. But Darren couldn't just leave him like their mother had. So he stayed. Simple as that. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The sun felt wonderful on his bare chest. "It's nice out here. Thanks for dragging me in." He smiled.

"Anytime, bro." Delilah sounded far away through the water so Darren lifted his head and cracked an eye. She was reclined like he was, with her eyes closed enjoying the sun. However her being a girl afforded a much different view at this particular angle. Her arms floated loosely at her sides and though water covered her from the waist down, her bare breasts floated in the open air almost like they were reaching for the sun. Her pale pink nipples called out to be sucked and teased with kisses.

Darren gulped in a mouthful of salty ocean and jerked up out of the water sputtering and coughing. But the image of his sisters breasts was burned into his brain.

Behind him Delilah laughed "Swim much, Spaz?" She joked and swam past him. "Come on, lets go in before you drown. You're too heavy for me to drag up the beach."

Darren followed her slowly still coughing up water. He tried not to watch her as she walked out of the water and back to their clothes but he couldn't stop himself. Her cute little butt swayed with her hips. And he tripped and almost went under again when she bent over at the waist to pick up her shorts and tank top. He spun around and stared out at the horizon guiltily. The rose colored slit that had opened for him when she leaned down had been too much. There were far too many sexual thoughts racing through his mind to get out of the water just yet. Heaven forbid she would turn around as he walked out and notice his raging hard on.

"Come on. I'm not unloading both our cars. Don't be lazy." Delilah yelled to him when she saw him still sitting in the water.

"Yeah. I'm coming... I mean I'll be there in a sec. I just don't want to stop relaxing yet. Go ahead and start unloading your car and I'll come in a minute... I mean I'll be there to help you in a minute." He said without turning towards her. He felt like a thirteen year old boy getting caught jerking off for the first time.

She laughed and he though for sure she would keep hounding him. Instead she headed towards the house. "Don't take too long." She said.

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The house they'd rented was your typical beach bungalow. Big beautiful balcony looking over the water. Open floor plan on the main floor, living room, kitchen, and dining area all rolled into one cozy space. Huge floor to ceiling windows with a killer view. And just one master bedroom/bath combo in the loft.

Delilah's purple duffel bag was already sitting on the bed and as Darren peeked into the bathroom he saw her girlie crap was all over both sinks. Just as well. His sister always slept late and this way she wouldn't be sleeping on the couch while he tried to go about his morning workout.

"So I guess I'm taking the couch then" he called to her over the railing of the loft. He could just see her lower half as she banged around in the kitchen putting things in their place.

He'd already started back down the stairs when she yelled back, "Don't be silly. We'll just share. The bed is big enough and the bathroom has two sinks. Just shove my stuff over." She knocked over something and muttered a curse.

Darren stood frozen on the steps. How the hell was he supposed to share a bed with the beautiful and attractive woman he had formerly seen only as his little sister. "Well it's kinda close quarters don't you think? I'll be fine on the couch." He said hopefully.

"Loveseat." She yelled up to him.

"What?" Darren wasn't sure what she meant.

"No couch. It's a loveseat or a chair. Neither will fit a man your size and I'm sure as hell not sleeping on either." She stepped to the foot of the stairs as she said it. "What's your problem. It's not like we've never shared a bed before. It's only a few weeks." She smirked and went back into the kitchen.

"Yeah. Sure. Okay, I guess I'll start putting stuff away up here then." He trudged back up to the loft and dropped his bag onto the full sized bed. It wasn't very big. In fact it was barely big enough for him. It could be a very awkward eight weeks if he didn't get control of himself. How long had it been since he'd had sex. Too long obviously. He hadn't thought about it recently. Hadn't felt the need too. He hadn't had a girlfriend since their mother had left but he'd never missed it... he'd been busy. Now suddenly he wished he'd given a second look at some of the girls on campus who'd asked him out.

"Hey can you hang up some of my stuff while you're up there. I'd rather not wear wrinkles for the whole trip." Delilah called up the stairs.

"Uh, sure." Darren moved to her bag and unzipped the top. He pulled out a few of the summer dresses on top and paused when his hand met silk. He pulled out what he hoped weren't the pajamas she'd be wearing. Tiny silk nightgowns in all different colors. He tossed them back in the bag and pulled out the rest of her clothes and a few lacy bras. He thanked the saints that she obviously kept underwear in a different pocket of the bag. Strange, he hadn't noticed another pocket.

"Hey you hungry? I made sandwiches. You can finish that later." Delilah yelled, distracting him from her clothes.

"Yeah food sounds good. Be there in a sec." He tossed all of the silky things from the bottom of her bag into one of the dresser drawers and headed down stairs.

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The rest of the day passed without event. Lunch, walk through downtown, dinner at a local place and back to the house for what Delilah had called the first movie night of the summer. She'd picked out a random chic flick from the eclectic selection the rental unit provided. Darren would have preferred something with a little less romance and a little more ninja sword fighting but he didn't feel like arguing the point. Things had started to feel normal again between them and he was walking on eggshells to keep it that way. Darren sat in the middle of the loveseat with popcorn and waited for Delilah to start the movie.

"Scootch over." Delilah said when she turned towards him.

"Sit in the chair. I'm a big guy, I need a big place to sit." Darren replied with a cocky grin. He spread his arms and legs out to take up more room.

"Yeah well I like to cuddle when I watch a movie and I can't cuddle by myself." She replied as she tried to squish in next to him.

"You can't cuddle with me crazy. I'm your brother. Why don't you cuddle with a blanket." Darren tried to laugh it off but the more she wiggled next to him the more uncomfortable he got.

"We always used to cuddle. Come on, it's just a movie. It's not like I'm asking you to spoon me." Delilah fluttered her lashes comically at him. He couldn't help but give in to her.

"Okay. Just for the movie. You're so spoiled." He laughed and wrapped one arm around her shoulder when she burrowed into his chest.

They settled in and halfway through the movie Darren hardly thought about Delilah's soft body wrapped up his arms. Her head was nestled under his chin and he could smell the familiar fruity shampoo she'd been using for years. It felt right holding her like this, it felt like home. And by the time the credits rolled Delilah was asleep and Darren was once again feeling the peace of the beach house.

"Come on sleepy head. Time for bed." Darren whispered to Delilah. She mumbled incoherently so he tried again. "Rise and Shine. Nice soft bed up there. Gotta get up and go." She shifted an inch or so but didn't wake.

"Carry me?" She mumbled.

"You're not a kid anymore. I'll break my back." He teased. Delilah let out a mumbled laugh but showed no other sign of waking. Darren sighed and shifted her to the side so he could maneuver one arm under her legs and the other behind her back. "Alright. Up we go little girl." He said as he stood. She was small in his arms and he felt a wave of protectiveness flow through him.

At the top of the stairs he stopped again. "Hey you have to wake up now. You can't sleep in your clothes, you'll get the bed all sandy. You have to change and get ready for bed. I'm gonna put you down on the edge here so you can change." Darren said as he set her gently on the bed. He held onto her shoulders as she finally opened her eyes and stretched.

"Oh right." She said through a yawn. "Change of clothes. Where'd you put my nightgowns and stuff?" She asked sleepily.

"Um. They're over here but wouldn't you rather sleep in something warmer, it might get cold." He asked as he went over to the dresser and opened the top drawer.

"Nah. I like the silk. Just grab me one and toss it here will you. I don't feel like getting up." She said with another yawn.

"Yeah. Okay" he mumbled and pulled out a light blue nightgown. He turned to toss it to her and let out a whoosh of air. She'd already pulled her shirt off and thrown it to the floor. Her head was bent down as she struggled with the zipper on her jeans. Shiny blonde hair hung in front of her chest giving tantalizing peaks of nipple. "Jesus Lilah." He gasped and whirled around.

"What? What happened?" She asked sounding more awake.

"You can't keep doing that." Darren reprimanded.

"Doing what? And by the way I'm still waiting on that gown." She said.

He threw the silk over his shoulder in her general direction. "You can't keep getting naked around me. We're not kids and I'm not one of your girlfriends."

"Geez, don't throw a fit. It's not like you've never seen a naked girl before. Besides you didn't care earlier. You're just grumpy cuz your tired." She said. Darren could hear the sheets rustle as she climbed underneath. "There. I'm all covered up. Not a bit of skin showing. Promise." Delilah said from behind him.

He turned slowly and saw that she'd pulled the covers up over her head and was indeed covered completely. "No need to be a smart ass. I just think we need to establish some ground rules about Nudity... and how there shouldn't be any." He walked to her side of the bed and pulled the covers off her face. "You're my sister. And I'm not supposed to be seeing quite so much of you. That's all." He felt like a school teacher scolding a child. And he didn't think she was taking him seriously.

"Yes sir Mr. preacher man. I never meant to upset your delicate sensibilities." She said in a breathy Marilyn Monroe voice that confirmed his suspicion.

"You're such a brat. You know that." Darren laughed and tickled her through the blanket. She squirmed and laughed.

"Okay okay. I promise. No more skinny dipping." She was breathless by the time he released her and went into the bathroom to get ready.

When Darren came back into the bedroom a few minutes later Delilah had turned off the lights but he could see she was still awake. She had the covers pulled up to her waist and her arms curled under her chin. Just a little cleavage peeked through her folded arms but it was enough that Darren had to look away. He went around to his side of the bed and lifted the covers. As he slid in his body was quickly pressed against Delilah's because the space was so small. He tried scooting back over but he almost slipped off the edge.

"So... are you offended by my body or..." Delilah distracted him from the lack of space issue with her question.

"What? No. I don't know." He stammered.

"Well how can you not know. Either my body is for some reason repulsive or it's not." She said. If he didn't know better Darren might think she even sounded a little hurt.

"No. Of course you're not repulsive. You're beautiful, you know that." He said slowly.

"I'm beautiful as your sister or as a woman?" Delilah asked quietly.

"What does that even mean? Look Lilah, lets just go to sleep." Darren gruffly replied and turned away from her to face the wall.

"I just don't get it. What's wrong with looking at someone's body if it's nice to look at? I like looking at your body." Delilah said to his back.

"What? You don't look at my body." Darren turned his head towards her confused.

"Sure I do. You're in really good shape. I used to love going swimming with you because you always looked so good in a bathing suit. Especially after your first semester at Berkeley when you'd been working out so much with the team. But that's not even the point. I just don't see why it should matter who the person is if it's just about the way they look. You're allowed to like the way I look even though I'm your sister. Aren't you?" Now Delilah sounded nervous and was rambling.

Darren didn't know how to respond. "I think we should just talk about this some other time. I thought you were tired? Lets just get some sleep." He begged and turned over again.

"Okay Dare. Whatever you want." Delilah whispered. And Dare was sure he felt her heated breath on the back of his neck before she turned away from him.

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Darren raised a hand to his face to block out the morning light. The house may not face the sun but it sure was bright with all those windows. That was odd. If the sun was already high enough to be bright Darren had slept in hours more than usual. And he felt completely rested, in fact he felt better than he had in years.

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