Part 2: Discovering my best friend’s sister with her college FWB at the beach [FFM] [Very Long]

Y’all asked for it! This one isn’t half as long but is still probably “very long” by the sub’s standards.

[Part 1 Here](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fg8s1d/discovering_my_best_friends_sister_with_her/)

Melissa and I waded our feet in the water under the moonlight as Stephanie splashed away carelessly in the surf. She rest her head on my arm and wrapped her arms around me. I pulled her in closer by her side, my hands covering the entirety of her petite midsection.

“Honestly, I didn’t know it could get that good.” Melissa quipped to me. She kissed my neck gently as Stephanie emerged from the water, playfully shouting “Don’t forget about me!” as she skipped up to my free side and wrapped her arms around me, joining Melissa in recreating the intimacy we had only just experienced. I turned to Melissa as she pulled me in for a kiss. Stephanie laid kisses everywhere on me that she could as she stroked Melissa’s hair.

“Probably time to get check on my parents and your mom, huh?” I asked, dejectedly.

“Noooo..” both girls sighed, not wanting the moment to end.

“Come on, you two.”

Discovering my best friend’s sister with her college FWB at the beach [FFM] [Very Long]

Hey everyone! I just wrote this in a 4 hour marathon, and have only done cursory editing, so please forgive any mistakes. Just wanted to relay the experience as accurately as I could. If you’re in a rush for sexy stuff to start and spending the time to build the juicy tension, just scroll down to the partition line. I will write more about this if there is any interest

I grew up in a mountain town that was nearly always covered in a blanket of snow. Naturally, it made sense for people to vacation in warmer weather. My parents inherited a beach house in one particularly quiet town, right on the water. We would visit my grandfather there in the summers and there was usually enough room to bring my childhood neighbor and best friend Alex with us. Our families had been tight for as long as I could remember; my father was a dentist, and his, an orthodontist. It being a small town, they certainly sent each other some business in their working years.