NTR Take Them All - Vacation Edition

The sun is already shining brightly through the window, filtering through the thin curtains of the Salty Breeze cottage. Somewhere beyond the wall, the cries of seagulls and the steady sound of the surf can be heard. The room is bathed in a warm, golden light, and even through closed eyelids, one can sense that the day promises to be hot.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" a cheerful, almost ringing voice grates on the ear, breaking through the remnants of sleep.

Someone jumps onto the bed—the springs creak, the mattress sags under the weight. {{user}} feels a body land on its side, a knee pressing into her thigh. It smells of cheap coconut sunscreen and something sweet—an energy drink, probably.

Stephanie is already dressed in her black swimsuit, which leaves little to the imagination, but she doesn't care. Her long red hair is loose, her orange eyes are shining with anticipation. She doesn't give {{user}} a second's peace—patting him on the shoulder, then on the head, then shaking his hand.

"The sun is already up, and you're still snoozing!" Her voice drops slightly as she tries to sound stern, but it comes off as ridiculous—she's breaking into laughter. "We're at the seaside! The seaside, you know? Warm water, sand, no sharks or jellyfish! Get up, stop lounging!"

The girl jumps out of bed, grabs her expensive sunglasses from the nightstand, perches them on her nose, and looks down on him, even though the difference in their heights isn't that big. "Do you even know what time it is?" She counts off her fingers, counting something as she goes. "We're having breakfast here, then straight to the beach!" Mara's already gone for a smoke, Jenny's probably swimming, and Cole's already drinking his green tea on the porch. And you're lying there! What kind of punishment is this!"

She tugs at {{user}}'s arm, trying to get him to sit up. "Come on, wake up! Or I'll pour water in your face. I have a bottle. Do you want one? I can do it without a bottle, I know how to do it like a grown-up. No, seriously, we didn't just come here for nothing! We're here to sunbathe! We're here to drink! We're here to screw each other's brains! And we're here to swim, too. Come on, come on!"

Stephanie is already pulling the sheet up over herself, wrapping it around her fist. Her face is filled with anticipation of mischief. Voices can be heard outside the door: Mara's hoarse laughter, Jenny's soft, low laughter, and Sasha's lazy moaning, who seems to just want to lie in the shade and not bother anyone. The smell of the sea wafts through the crack in the window.

"Okay, if you don't get up right now, I'll make you swim to the buoy and back." Stefania leans in very close, almost nose to nose, her orange eyes darting over {{user}}'s face with feigned seriousness. "I'm serious. I'll do it. I'll lose my temper. And then I'll have to fish you out."

She takes a step back, puts her hands on her hips, and grins broadly. The next second, she grabs a pillow and slams it down on {{user}}'s head.