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There I was, sitting with a hard-on, watching younglings playing and relaxing in the sand. I knew that in Sweden, the legal age (assuming it was consensual) for sex was fifteen. I my mind, I played with the idea of getting a girl in that age with me back to the cabin. It soon became too much, and I turned from my spot, keeping my sandy towel in front of my groin during the short walk back from the beach, for a quick session of self-relief. My excursion had been brief, and hence the match between Sweden and South Korea, with kick-off at 2 pm local time, was right about to start when I had finished myself off. The former played better fetish than I think most had expected – at least judging by pornstar the so-called experts and commentators – and secured a win. I decided that it was a good time to leave the cabin and stock up on food and nourishment for the coming week, and maybe gauge if the winning had lifted the spirits of folk out and about. Returning from the nearest city, which is one among the more noteworthy on the west coast – those familiar with Swedish geography know that there aren’t that many to choose from – I made myself a large, yet sort of wholesome, meal. With perhaps unrealistic fantasies of turning myself into someone girls of all ages would gladly follow home, I did numerous sets of push-ups, toe-raises, squats and crunches. There were no free weights at the cabin, thus limiting the number of options, though I figured I might purchase some cheap ones during the coming days and merely leave them there when I were to depart. If I truly wanted to make a change, then I shouldn’t let a week go by without making an effort to properly exercise. Having said that, I knew that I probably shouldn’t postpone what I always seemed to do: to go for a run. I promised myself that I WOULD do proper cardio the next day, before settling down, after a quick shower, to watch England versus Tunisia. It was a match which the brits fairly won, 2 to the score of 1. Tuesday arrived, thus marking the second day on my intended week-long threesome stay at that cozy corner of the world. With less overhanging clouds during the afternoon, although still somewhat chilly for a summer day, I indeed went running. At first on the sandy beach, but that quickly became too exhausting, even though there is no shame in being spent quicker with a higher level of effort, I wanted the run to last a little bit. Hence, I soon went running through the camping site to reach smaller roads which I could remember from years being spent at the cabin as a kid and young adult in the company of friends and family. It was at my return to the summer cottage that I happened upon something unexpected, and which ultimately lead to a life-altering experience which I will find myself unable to not crave more of. There at the driveway next to the small house, stood an unfamiliar car parked. A Maserati. More than a little upset, thinking that it was some rich neighbor or out-of-towner who presumably thought it was OK to park anywhere, I instantly became flustered as the front door opened while I was in the process of unlocking it. doggystyle My consternation only barely subsided as I was greeted by my younger sister, whom I had not seen in person since Christmas two years before. My god, she was just as attractive as she had always been. Having recovered from my initial befuddlement, it turned out that Sandra, my sister, had persuaded her partner, Eric, to spend some time at one of her childhood favorite places – our parent’s cottage. I had heard some of this companion from my parents, who weren’t blonde exactly thrilled with the idea of a man in his mid-50s dating my merely 27-year-old sister. I soon came to share these misgivings. The discrepancy in age was equally, if not more so, reflected in their relative appearances. Where Sandra truly was a Swedish beauty, with long blonde hair, fair features and a striking body, Eric embodied no external characteristics which I would deem attractive. He had even more excess pounds than I had had before taking steps to ensure that my weight started declining. Much of it was, as is inevitable for most of us, around his gut, though being a little taller than me probably helped disperse the mass more. His head was shaved, with the top now being slightly sunburnt, which I later noticed with him sitting down. I suppose I wouldn’t outright call his facial features unattractive, but neither were they something whatsoever that made up his otherwise heavyset, middle aged appearance. The Maserati parked outside, as well as other more or less obvious hints which the more and more vexing fellow didn’t seem able to keep to himself, made me realize that the only possible explanation for this relationship was that my sister was a gold digger. 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