Sex, Magic, and Suntan Lotion (Formerly 'My Summer Vacation') Ch. 20- 18th Aug. 2016

Story by andromeda

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General Themes: Fem/Fem, Fem/Male, Fem/Futa, Futa/Male, Yuri, Incest, Exhibitionism, Light Exploitation, Squirting, Cum Eating, Transformation, mysticism, Tanning, General Sassyness. ;)

Thanks for checking out my story! It follows a young lady during an eventful summer vacation in which family, friends, and complete strangers introduce her to a world of unending desire, passion and sexual release. It's an ongoing and open-ended story with many themes and I will update as often as I can. It is generally lighthearted, focusing on sensuality and the beauty of sex and anatomy.

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Intro- The story is told from the point of view of Madison- a girl in her mid-late teens as she arrives at her aunt’s house with her mom and younger brother. They are spending the summer here, and in uncomfortably close quarters and as Madison soon finds out. After realizing she’s sharing a super small bed with her brother, she heads to the bathroom to get changed, and is rudely interrupted. (Striptease)

When I say I had the most ridiculous vacation at my Aunt Melissa’s house last year, you wouldn’t even believe me. It’s hard for me to even believe myself, but by writing it, I can relive it a little.

Let me start at the beginning. We pulled up on the stone front yard after the two-and-a-half hour drive, and promptly spilled out of the car. My mom had been yammering on and on the whole time about how long it had been since she last saw her sister to no one in particular. I was texting as often as possible to attempt to drown her out and my brother had his headphones on, but never missed an opportunity to be a douchebag. Now that we were here, I relished the opportunity to stretch my legs and get away from those two for a few minutes.

I hadn’t been to my aunt’s place in years, and I had forgotten how small it was. It was one of those narrow New Jersey beach houses, two floors high and taller than it was wide. It was old, too- with thick plaster interior walls covered with beach themed decorations. The house only had two bedrooms, one of which was obviously my Aunt’s- so my parents were going to stay in the living room and I had to share the second bedroom with my little brother. I wasn’t thrilled about this arrangement, but whatever- school had just let out two days ago and I just really wanted to get to the beach anyway. I didn’t care if I had to sleep on the floor.

After we got into the house and said our hellos and whatnot, my aunt Melissa suggested we quit stalling, go put our bags in our room, and get ready for the beach. While Matt, my brother, dashed upstairs with the eagerness of a kid his age, my mom sat at the kitchen table and began catching up with Aunt Melissa, explaining to my aunt that dad would be down after work. Eager to get to the shore, I followed Matt up the stairs at a more- appropriate- pace. After seeing the bedroom, however, I wish I hadn’t come up at all.

The bedroom was tiny, with a single twin bed running parallel to the far wall, and a dresser taking up most of the remaining space on the right wall. That left a 3 foot by 4 foot patch of floor right inside the door that I had planned on crashing on- but one look was enough to know that that wasn’t going to happen. Matt didn’t seem to realize or care we’d be sharing a ridiculously small bed, and I didn’t really care to think too much about it at the moment. Matt was already peeling off his shirt and rooting through his bag for his board shorts. I dropped my backpack, pulled my new bikini from the main compartment, and went hunting for a bathroom to go get changed.

Mercifully, the bathroom was a little bigger than the bedroom, with actual room to move around and a giant, floor to ceiling mirror next to the sink. I regarded myself in the mirror, smoothing down my shoulder blade-length dirty blonde hair that the ocean breeze had tousled slightly. I was dressed for the trip, with a yellow Hollister tee and light blue shorts with the waistband rolled over. I checked my skin, which is mercifully blemish-free if a little pale- which should be fixed by a few hours on the beach.

I pulled off my shirt, wondering if there will be guys at the beach. I was wearing my favorite zebra

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