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Blanket and Waves
- Prologue – Golden Glint
The sun poured liquid gold across the beach, turning every grain of sand into scattered fire. Mia lay stretched on the wide family blanket, her emerald bikini top untied and fallen loose beneath her, the soft weight of her breasts pressed warm against the towel. Salt and coconut lotion clung to her skin in a glistening sheen that caught the light with every subtle shift of her body. Alex knelt beside her, one knee sinking into the sand, his broad hand hovering just above the elegant dip of her lower back where the sun had already kissed her golden. The air between them thickened, heavy with the rhythmic crash of waves and the low murmur of their parents’ voices drifting from under the nearby umbrella.
His palm finally settled, warm and heavy, spreading more lotion in one long, deliberate stroke down the length of her spine. Mia’s breath caught—a soft, involuntary hitch that made her toes curl into the towel. She felt the rough texture of his calluses dragging over her heated skin, each pass slower than the last, his fingers spreading wider as they neared the swell of her ass. The fabric of her bikini bottoms had ridden up, exposing the tender crease where thigh met cheek. He traced it shamelessly now, thumb pressing just beneath the elastic edge, coaxing a slick rush of arousal between her legs that soaked into the thin material. Guilt flickered in the clench of his jaw, but his hand did not stop; instead it claimed, possessive and hungry, molding the curve of her as if memorizing every secret inch hidden in plain sight.
She turned her head slightly, cheek brushing the warm towel, eyes half-lidded. Their gazes locked. No words. Only the shared, burning knowledge of how wrong this was—how dangerously close their parents sat, how easily a single glance could ruin them. Yet Mia arched her back by the smallest fraction, pushing into his touch, her nipples tightening into aching peaks against the blanket. Alex’s cock strained hard against his swim trunks, the thick ridge obvious if anyone looked too closely. His fingers slipped lower, parting her slick folds beneath the bikini, circling the swollen pearl of her clit with torturous patience while waves roared in the distance and laughter floated on the breeze.
Her thighs trembled. A bead of sweat—or was it something more…