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A Nudist Family

By: islandic



All characters that are portrayed to have sexual acts are over 18

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Were all nudists in this house and have a strict policy of taking off all our clothes whilst inside so it was no surprise to wake and walk out to breakfast in the nuddy. Now for a bit of background I'm Ted my daughter is Alice and my wife is Amy. Alice who was held back a year in Grade school is now 18 and eager to head off to college after the Xmas break.

Both girls are blond, have the same body shape and very fit due to sports and the long runs they enjoy together each morning. That's why they are already up and I'm only just going for my morning coffee. I have seen them on their runs together and they could both be mistaken for two college girls out for a run. They are the same weight and height and dress in tight running shorts, sports bras and tank tops.

To see them jogging with their pony tails swinging is mesmerising. I have mistaken them for each other before and this morning was to be no different.

Walking down the hall towards the kitchen I spied what I thought was my wife leaning across the bench and up to a cupboard to get something. Stretching up on her toes that defined the muscles in her long legs she looked exquisite. I walked up behind her and kneeling slightly pushed my hard on between her legs finding a nice warm spot for the head of my cock just at the entrance of her pussy.

She squeaked as I did this then I put my arms around her waist and hugged her close. It was then that I realised I had my daughter in my arms and not my wife. I stepped back and hung my head saying "sorry I thought you were Amy."

"Dad" she said "Mom is in the family room but thank you for the hug 'wink' and the feel of your morning wood. She put out her hand and gave my wood a squeeze.

"Mom." she yelled. "Dad needs a little something." she said giggling.

"Can you take care of it darling? I'm a bit tired up here for the moment." Amy yelled back.

My daughter and I both looked at each other with wide eyes and both of us laughed but Alice hadn't released my cock from her grip this whole time and now held and stroked it playfully.

Having a house nudity rule made for some interesting family movie nights with my wife and daughter all they had to do was to sit either side of me on the couch to watch a movie and with their hips touching mine I would usually crack a horn bringing giggles from my daughter and a sigh from my wife who would casually place a pillow in my lap but not before wrapping her hand around my shaft. Sometimes Alice would get up with the pretence of getting something from her room to give her mother and me some time to fix my little problem and sometimes she would move off the couch to lie on her stomach in front of the TV and pretend to watch the show until not hearing any sounds coming from the couch she would come back up and cuddle to both of us.

I lowered my head and said to her just near her ear "I don't know that your mom means to literally take care of me."

"Well I don't know were pretty liberal in this household and I always do exactly what my parents tell me to do." She then got a twinkle in her eye and quickly swiped her finger across the butter on her toast and returned her hand to my now raging wood.

What with the warm butter and hot hand and the slowly increasing pace of her movements. We were both lost in the moment.

I had thought of this scenario in my fantasies of course many times, but only there. The taboo element of it all was only increasing my hardness. We had come close to but never crossed that line until now. Her warm touch and her fresh morning just showered smell were all too much she had my cock poking her bare tummy when I shot my load again and again across it. I had both my hands resting on her shoulders and pulled her to me for a tighter hug. "That was wonderful, surprising and gratefully appreciated." I said.

"Your welcome." said Alice with a smile, "just don't expect it every morning but if Mom asks to help you out again, well we'll see."

We both turned towards the sink and cleaned up just as Amy came in to the room. Has anyone got the coffee going yet?" she asked.

"I was Just about to." I said and turned towards the machine and fiddled with the controls till I had it up and running and could smell the aroma of fresh beans.

"I was just making Dad some toast, would you like some Mon?"

"Ahhh yes with lots of butter I love butter." She said

'I'm getting a better appreciation for it myself,' I thought.

Over toast and coffee we chatted about the various things we were all going to do. Alice was going to finish making and hanging the curtains in the family room and that I was to help with the wall fittings. Amy wanted to work on her tan in the backyard and wanted to do some serious laps in the pool. She wandered off down the hall saying she was going to put on her Bikini.

Amy and I sat at the table until she said "you don't have to say anything. I think I know my husband well enough to know that he wakes up with a hard on every morning and that when Alice said that you needed a hand I had to hold back a laugh. I just hope she was able to fix your not so little problem."

I sat there silent slightly red in the face.

"Did you mistake her for me again and run up and give her a hug?" She saw my expression on my face as if she had read my mind and went on to say. "Ah I thought so were going to have to die our hair a different colours so you can tell the difference?"

"That may help but you must know that it's a huge complement to look at you both and think of you as twins."

"Thank you, it is and I think I'll keep my colour."

She held my hand under the table and said. "This was not unexpected and I'm not upset in fact it's a little exciting to be sharing you. With our lifestyle it was inevitable that we would grow closer together in a physical way and an emotional way as well and I'm glad. If you remember we did speak about this very scenario when we thought of this life for our family."

"Yes we did and I love our family all the more for the bond we have because of the lifestyle we are living." I said.

Just then Alice returned wearing her Bikini but she only had the thong bit on and carried the top in her hand and the oil.

"Mom can you put some suntan lotion on my back before I go out?"

"No darling I'll get oil on my hands and I have to be handling the curtain material in a minute. Get Daddy to do it. I don't think he'll mind." She said and fondled my cock under the table. "Just you two behave I'll be in the family room. Oh and Dad, bring the ladder in when you finish."

I swung around on the kitchen stool and Alice stood between my knees when with her back to me, at this height looking down all I could see was her perfect heart shaped arse and the tiny bit of material of her thong. She passed me the oil and pulled her ponytail out of the way. I started to apply the oil to her shoulders and back and she made a humming noise that I took to indicate that she liked what I was doing. She moved back slightly rubbing her thong covered arse up against my slowly growing cock.

"I can feel you against my bum Dad and you feel so hot down there. Do you think Mom would want me to help you out again?"

"Hump no I think your Mom's getting far too much enjoyment from teasing me. She guessed what we did this morning you know and even though she wasn't upset and I would love an encore I think I will pass this time." She kissed me and skipped out to the pool area with her towel now that I was finished and I went in to see what Amy needed help with. On the way I got the ladder out of the garage.

When I went into the family room Amy had a huge length of curtain material laid out across the floor and was busy measuring and cutting. She had a talent for decorating and worked freelance with a decorating firm in town that specialized in hotels and function rooms.

"Don't step on the curtain" she said as I deftly sidestepped the area.

"Could you take down the old fixings and put up these new ones" she said handing me a bag full of various attachments and screws. It was then that she looked up and saw my semi hard cock. "Get a little excited while putting on the lotion did we?" and laughed.

"I told Alice that you were getting far too much pleasure out of this situation 'I joked' maybe we could join Alice out by the pool when we finished."

Well maybe you can but we'll have to finish this by 12 so I can prepare lunch. I invited Carol from next door over for some of my Five-spice chicken."

"Yum Carol will love that. Be sure to make heaps it's my favourite too." I said as I climbed up the ladder to remove the old curtain wall mounts.

The morning went by fast with only the occasionally cock grab from my wife as I was up the top of the ladder this had the effect of maintaining my semi hard cock all morning. I was getting very frustrated by lunch time but we did finish and the result was very nice. Amy was off preparing her signature dish and I headed out to the pool for a quick dip before lunch.

Alice was slowly swimming up and down the length of the pool as I dove in and waved me over. "Dad I've done some serious laps this morning and I'm in need of a massage, you up for that?"

"Of course babe probably after lunch as Mom has Carol coming over in a short while to join us.

Amy got out and dried off slowly glancing my way and catching me admiring her trim figure and tiny thong. Laughing at me getting caught she headed into the house. I felt glad in a way that I was able to make my girl laugh even if it was at my embarrassment but now I needed to do a few laps and cooled off.

Carol was divorced and in her late 30's. She has a son Tod who lives with his father as Uni is closer to him that her. He used to live with mom until Uni started. Amy and Tod grew up living next door to each other but used to hang different crowds.

I dried off and went in for lunch and saw Carol sitting at the kitchen table totally nude. "Well hello" I said. I see Alice has talked you into being a nudist again."

"I've been over here so often Ted that now being naked is second nature to me now. Next I'll be joining you lot when you go to the nudist resorts."

"I've mentioned it before that you'd be more that welcome to join us but the resorts only let couples in to discourage any inappropriate behaviour."

"Do you have to be a married couple? Because Tod has hinted that he would be into the lifestyle given the chance and this might be just the chance he was thinking about."

To be continued.

A Nudist Family Reunion Ch. 01



Hannah began to feel disturbed as she started to really think about it. Only now, after all the planning and anticipation, did she really clearly think about what it was going to be like. She had been furtively thrilled about the prospect of being naked this summer, envisioning tanned young men on the Solvie beach longing and lusting after her. That had been her fantasy, the fantasy that had led her to diet stringently for months. She had been so determined to defy her mother that she hadn't really thought about all the implications of a family reunion at a nudist community. Now, that the bus was nearing her destination, she began to envision something different, that is, the looming prospect of hanging out, eating, watching TV, playing Frisbee, all in the nude, completely nude. Anxious thoughts raced through her consciousness as quickly as the landscape raced by the bus window. "Oh my God," she mouthed silently, looking out the bus window, she was really doing it; she was going to be totally naked, every day, with her brother and her father. They would be nude too. How would she react, she wondered? How would they react to her? She had been so confident before, but now she was suddenly nervous. Would her brother tease her about her body? Would he poke her, like when they were kids, give her titty-twisters? Would her father be awkward and distant because of her nakedness?

Until now, she had been nothing but ecstatic about her trip. It wasn't that she had just turned 18, or even that she no longer needed her mother's permission to visit Aunt Lana. She was going to see her father, and her big brother, for the first time in four years. 

They had flown over from Australia and arrived at Hannah's aunt's yesterday, and the three of them were planning to spend the summer together, before she headed off for university in the fall. She had been looking forward to it for months, and she'd missed them both, especially after the messy divorce where her dad and Paul had gone to Australia, and she'd been stuck with her mother. It had been a long four years.

Hannah stared out the window of the bus, absently watching the passing hills, thick with fir and pine, as her thoughts drifted to Aunt Lana's place, and her 'liberated' lifestyle. Aunt Lana lived in a nudist colony, somewhere that Hannah hadn't been allowed to visit since she was nine or ten years old, after her mother, Sheryl, had declared it 'perverse' one day, and barred the family from visiting. She knew something must have happened to change her mothers' opinion on the place, or of Aunt Lana, but Hannah had been unable to find out what it was since then. Every time she brought it up, her mother would get annoyed and raise her voice, but then, her mother had a knack for the dramatic.

The thought of a nudist colony raised some trepidation in Hannah though, visiting it for the first time as a grown up. The last time she'd been there, it was just fun in the sun, really innocent, but now, being eighteen, she had a hard time divorcing nudity from sex, and the thought of being naked around all those unknown men sent an excited quiver through the pit of her stomach. 

Her musings were interrupted as she noticed the signpost for Inneston. This was her stop. She gathered her bags, and began to make her way down to the front of the bus, and when the bus finally stopped she stifled a giggle as the driver almost flew from his seat to help her with her bags. Hannah knew wearing a short skirt today would provide some advantages. Besides, she liked the feel of the sun on her skin, and the weather was gorgeous. 

The walk to the Mini-Mart only took five minutes, and the closer she got, the more nervous and excited she became. Paul would be here to pick her up shortly, and she was dying to see him. It'd been so long, with nothing but emails and the occasional phone call on her birthday, and she wondered what he looked like. 

She wandered into the Mini-Mart, got herself a coffee, and took a seat at the window in the small cafŽ section, where she watched the locals wander in and out. She'd just got a refill when she saw her Aunt Lana's old blue Datsun chug its way into the parking lot.

Hannah's face lit up into a smile, and her stomach lurched with nerves, excitement and curiosity. She screwed her eyes up, trying to catch a glimpse of her big brother as she grabbed her bags, and headed for the door. On her way, she spotted a stand of sunglasses, and quickly glanced in the mirror, giving her appearance a once-over and fixing her blond hair.

She stepped outside at the same time as Paul got out the car, and she grinned at her brother, recognizing him immediately. He was taller than she remembered, and he didn't look like a boy any more. He seemed confident, strong, adult, and his face was different, more mature, serious, yet there was something essential about him that was still her brother. 

She dropped her bags, and he swept her up in a hug, laughing. 

"Good to see you Sis."

"Good to see you too."

Driving to Lana's, Paul talked about his life over the last few years. At completion of high school, he scored high on his tests and had every intention of going to college, but on advice of a friend, decided to take a couple of years off. His first summer after finishing high school, he landed a job on a fishing boat, thanks to his friend whose father owned the boat. They hauled in Australian salmon, flounder, squid and even the occasional shark. He saved enough money to travel and spent several months traveling through Micronesia, New Guinea, and Indonesia with his girlfriend, Kate. They tried kava kava together in Vanuatu, shared with them by a village headman who still ascribed to the Cargo Cult belief that John Frum, a long lost American WWII soldier will someday return to Vanuatu, like the second coming of Christ, except that he will be bringing "cargo" of manufactured goods to give freely to the people. Paul said it was a mystical experience that brought the two of them together more than ever before. They ended up in Bali and fell in love with the place, in spite of the masses of tourists. There is nothing like sunset in Bali, he explained, the sound of chanting and bells from the Hindu temple, while children played in the canals, their school uniforms discarded on the muddy bank, folk dancers who are so frenzied they've entered a trance, possessed by a god or a dead hero. He took a job in Bali scouting locations and hiring extras for a movie producer from New Zealand who was filming a movie there. They lived in a teakwood and bamboo house in Bali for a year, living simply and happily.

Through Paul's long monologue, Hannah sat quietly, just looking at him. She nodded and offered the occasional "really?" sometimes a "that's amazing," or "that must have been exciting." He pressed on steadily with his story, but would turn and look at her at key moments with an intense gaze as if to see her reaction, then he would turn back to his driving. Every time he looked at her like that, she felt a chill down her back. There was something different about Paul, Hannah realized. That intense look he gave her, it was imbued with confidence and life experience. The brother she used to know was not like that at all. That brother had been soft spoken and hesitant, a kind but timid soul. That shell of her brother had been shed and discarded, replaced by this poised and self-assured man.

And another thing, he was cute. Yes, she acknowledged to herself, her brother was actually cute. His face had filled out. He looked more masculine than before. But his face was also animated as he spoke. He expressed himself now. He was engaging. He was actually interesting to her. If her girlfriend, Lindsey, were here, she would be all over him, Hannah thought.

Parallel to her realizations about her brother's augmented magnetism, Hannah was feeling increasingly reflective of her own shortcomings in the area of interesting stories the more she listened to Paul's rambling about his adventures and romance. She had no personal anecdotes to balance his psychedelic description of tripping on kava kava with his soul mate or his harrowing tale of battering to death, with a fire extinguisher, the snapping shark that had been pulled in on the gillnet and had almost bitten off his foot. The tables had been turned; now Paul was the confident outgoing one, and Hannah had become shy and hesitant. Four years ago it had been the other way around. Hannah, not knowing what to say about herself, waited for her brother to continue after every pause.

Just about a month ago, he had the shock of his life when he discovered his, then fiancŽe, Kate was having an affair with a Thai businessman who owned a vacation home in Bali. It turned out she wasn't his soul mate after all. "The mind blowing thing about it," he told Hannah without hesitating, "Kate had always told me she was a virgin. She had this religious thing going on. She told me she wasn't going to have sex until we got married. For the three years we were seeing each other we were abstinent, or at least I was, plus, I didn't go out with anyone the year before that when I was trying to get her to go out with me."

"Wow," Hannah said. Paul was silent for a moment. Hannah couldn't think what to say. She was trying to absorb everything Paul had told her. She was feeling intimidated by the breadth and intensity of his life experiences. She couldn't really say she'd done anything accept go to school and date a few guys. She had a job at a fast food place called Burger Queen, a run down knock off of a better known royalist burger chain, but she hated the job and quit after two months. She didn't want to tell Paul about it after his long narrative about his exploits. Instead she asked, "So, did you date anyone before her?"

"Not really. I went out with a girl in high school named Lorna, but we only went out twice and it didn't go anywhere. I was a bit of a geek at the time I suppose. She liked the hoodlum type. It was doomed from the get go."

Hannah looked at her brother, wondering if, after all, there was an area of life in which she was, in fact, more experienced than he was. "So, have you ever actually been with a girl?" she asked uncertainly.

Paul looked at her, startled by her question. "Not exactly," he said after a pause. "I was pretty angry with Kate when I found out what she had done, but I've come to feel that it was all for the best. When we were together, not having sex, I had been able to focus on all those other things I was doing, traveling and interesting jobs, that sort of thing. My friends back in Taz, spend all their time getting drunk and screwing. I like to think I'm better off for it in the long run."

"I dated a few guys," Hannah offered. "I was going with this guy named Charlie for awhile."

"What kind of things do you like to do?"

"Mostly, we would go to his mother's house. She's pretty cool. Charlie's room was up in the attic, so we would go up there and fool around a lot when we were supposed to be doing homework."

"I meant other kinds of things, like do you like to travel, or do you play any sports?"

Hannah shrugged, feeling a stab of embarrassment, "I played volleyball when I was a sophomore, but I wasn't very good." Hannah didn't want to tell her brother that her favorite after school leisure activity was sex. Charlie used to call her a nympho. 

They passed a sign announced boldly, like a slap in the face, "PRIVATE, Clothing Optional Community." Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she spontaneously pictured herself taking all her clothes off in front of her brother. She imagined, if only for an instant, the feel of his gaze on her nakedness. But in her fantasy, instead of the expected uneasiness, she felt eager, decidedly eager. In that moment, Hannah recognized her own reaction to her brother. He was cute, confident, thoughtful, and experienced. She was now seeing in her own brother, every quality she looked for in a guy; the same qualities that all her screw-off boyfriends had lacked. Meanwhile, she was feeling strangely shy yet excited in his company. It all added up, but it just wasn't right. It wasn't right at all. Now that she knew what was brewing in her heart, she wanted desperately for it to stop. She was just confused, she tried to convince herself, she hadn't seen her brother in four years and her sexual compass, that deeply rooted instinct we all possess that steers one inevitably away from close family members in normal circumstances, was, in her case, all askance and askew.

Hannah's troubled reverie was cut short when she saw a pot bellied man walking by the side of the road. He was completely nude, his rather fat dick swinging freely as he walked. He made eye contact with her briefly as they drove by. Hannah covered her mouth as she laughed. "Oh my God, this is going to be so weird. Have you gotten naked yet?" she asked, looking at Paul.

"No, we just got here late last night. I haven't had a chance to. The last time I was naked in public was in Vanuatu. When we took the kava kava, I stripped, or so I'm told, and put on one of the indigenous penis gourds-it's a sheath made from a long thin gourd traditionally worn over the penis. The top is tied to a belt, so it's held in an erect position. It makes the men look like their walking around with huge boners all the time. Anyway, I don't even know where I got the penis gourd from, but Kate seemed to think it was the funniest thing she'd ever seen."

"I haven't been naked in public since we were here last. I think I was like nine."

She looked out as they passed a park by the lake shore. There was a naked man and a naked woman at a picnic table swatting seagulls away from their lunch. Three naked children ran in a circle around the table, chased by a dog that was not naked but was wearing a fleece doggy jacket.

"Do you remember," she continued, "when we were here before and you were running around holding your wiener in your hand and you told everyone it was your gun?"

"Oh God, you would have to bring that up. Can't we just forget about that?"

"Are you going to do that again, Paul?" She snickered, "'cause I'd kind of like to see that again. We could post it on YouTube. What do you think? Are you going to shoot me with your 'gun,' Paul, are you?"

Paul frowned. He opened his mouth, and then closed it again without saying anything.

Hannah continued, smiling at the effect she was having on him, "Do you remember how pissed off mom got when she saw you?"

Paul nodded, his expression troubled.

"But, Aunt Lana came to your rescue, didn't she? Do you remember what she said to mom?"

Paul responded flatly, "Lana told mom that as a boy I needed to learn to make friends with my penis and that mom shouldn't interfere or I might develop a complex."

"Oh my God, I can't believe you remember exactly what she said! It must have had an impact on you. Was she right? I mean, what Lana said about boys and their penises?"

"I don't know, maybe." He looked pained and uncomfortable.

Hannah smiled to herself, "So, Paul, have you made friends with your penis yet? I can't imagine how difficult it must have been for you lounging in the tropics with a beautiful fiancŽe who never let you have her, not even once. You must be an accomplished masturbator by now."

Paul sighed, "I never said she was beautiful."

"Whatever. I'm well acquainted with the fact that guys masturbate. Charlie told me he masturbated at least four times a day. So, if you try to tell me you don't masturbate, I'll know you're either lying or there is something seriously wrong with you."

"Or, it could be that I simply don't wish to discuss it with you."

"That seems a little uptight for someone who is going to be naked all summer. All I'm saying is, you're going to be surrounded by loads of naked women, so you'll have plenty to fantasize about while you're 'making friends' with your wiener. I mean, this must be every guy's fantasy. Are you looking forward to it?"

"Except that I am going to be surrounded by naked family. That kind of puts a damper on it for me. As for, Solvie, I'm pretty sure that everyone who lives there is over 50. Besides, I don't see why nudity has to be about sex. In some places it's just natural. How do you feel about it?"

Hannah felt a rising irritation with her brother. "Well, I think it will be fun. I'm looking forward to it. Don't you think it will be liberating feeling the sun and wind on your bare skin? I do. Besides, I'm gorgeous and I won't have to hide it. Does that make you uncomfortable at all?"

"No, I think that's great. When we were in New Guinea, we visited this one village where people basically didn't wear anything. The men had their penis sheaths, but their balls just hung out in the open. The women were naked except a cloth over their back that didn't really cover up anything. Yeah, some of the women were attractive, but when everyone is naked it just feels normal after awhile. It definitely doesn't feel sexual at all."

Hannah sneered at him, "Are you sure Kate didn't 'let' you have sex with her? I'm kind of thinking maybe you just didn't want to have sex. Most guys I know, it's all they think about."

"Hey, I think about it as much as the next guy. I just want to be respectful. Besides, this is a family reunion, remember? It's not 'Girls Gone Wild.'"

"Charlie snuck a photo of his sister when she was fingering herself and sent it to my cell phone. It was hilarious"

Paul looked at her skeptically, "Didn't you find that offensive, as a woman? I've heard of people going to jail for that."

"Don't worry, she was 18. She's a bitch anyway. I thought it was funny."

"How did she feel about it? Was she angry?"

"Uh, I think she was annoyed with him. She couldn't really be angry because she had it coming. A couple of weeks before that, she had snuck into the bathroom when he was taking a shower and took all the towels and all his clothes. He had to run down the hall naked holding his hands over his dick. Both their parents witnessed the whole thing but didn't do anything to help him. I guess they all thought it was great comedy. She had it coming."

They pulled into the driveway of a Seventies-looking ranch house. Paul produced a key, "Lana and dad went into town to pick someone up. They'll be back in a couple hours."

The door opened to the living room. The walls were covered in dark brown paneling. Two leather sofa's faced each other over moss green carpeting. There was an old stereo system, but no television. Several macramŽ plan hangers dominated the room. 

"It's just like I remember!" she exclaimed, setting her bags down in the entry. "Where should I put my bags?"

"I don't know yet. Dad and I slept in the guest room last night. I don't know where she wants you to sleep."

Looking around the room, memories from childhood floated serenely through her thoughts like clouds driven across the sky by the wind. Everything looked smaller now. Even so, she felt safe and warm the way she remembered feeling at her aunt's home years ago. 

It was quiet inside the house. They were alone together. Hannah was anxious to get naked. It would be less nerve-racking to get naked with just Paul here, she thought, rather than waiting until the whole family was there. After their long talk in the car, Hannah was feeling increasingly comfortable and at ease with her brother, and still a little excited by him in spite of herself. "So, when do we strip?" she blurted, sounding more abrupt than she had intended. "Can we do it now, or do we wait until they get back?" 

"I don't know. Do you want to now?" Paul looked at her inquiringly.

Hannah grinned her toothy grin. "Yeah. You first."

"Right here? Now?"

"Yeah, you take your shirt off, and then I'll take mine off, like that, okay?"

Paul nodded. Without ceremony, he unbuttoned his shirt. He took it off silently, folding it and setting it carefully aside. He had hair on his chest and even a few muscles now, Hannah noticed. He looked at her.




A Nudist Family Reunion Ch. 01



Hannah, was smiling uncontrollably now and could feel her ears and cheeks burning. She awkwardly untied her top, her hands shaking. "This is kind of weird isn't it," she looked at Paul.

"I guess so, if you think about it that way, but like I said, it just feels normal after awhile."

"Okay, but right now it feels really uncomfortable for me. You know, I've been with a few different guys, but I still don't like taking my clothes off, I always feel self-conscious about how my body looks. I don't like being judged."

"I'm not judging you. You look gorgeous. You said so yourself."

"I was being optimistic. Now what I'm going to wonder about is what you think. If you just look at my body without saying anything, I'm going to think the worst. You have to tell me what you think. What you really think, okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Will you tell me what you think of me too?"

Hannah nodded. She smiled at her brother and pulled her top over her head, flinging it to the floor. She crossed her arms under her bra.

"Well, I like your bra."

"Funny. Your turn."

She watched her brother undo his jeans and push them down, exposing his plaid boxers. He removed his jeans and socks from his feet, folding the jeans and setting them down on top of his shirt. Then, he looked at her expectantly, the corner of his mouth betraying an incipient smile.

"So?" he prompted.

Hannah looked down at her brother's bare legs. "You're legs are hairy, but like, in a really sexy way." 

Paul glowered at her.

"Don't you dare laugh," she said as she unzipped her skirt. She dropped the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. Her brother was staring at her white panties. Hannah, looked down to make sure everything was in order. Then, they stood there looking at each other in their underwear until they both laughed together.

"You have nice legs," her brother told her.

Hannah started to feel week in the knees, so she sat on the rug, looking up at her brother, waiting for his next move. Paul asked, "Are you ready for the big one?" and laughed as he started to push his underwear down his hips. Hannah suddenly started giggling and couldn't stop. She doubled over and put her face in her hands until her giggles sputtered out. She took a deep breath and let it out. When she uncovered her face, she discovered her brother's naked genitals displayed before her at eye level.

A squeal and an "Oh my God!" escaped her mouth before she covered it with both hands, suppressing any further outbursts. It's not that she was shocked by seeing a limp penis in itself, but, the sight of her brother's privates, now in adulthood, had the effect of inducing embarrassment and laughter. The last time they were naked together, they were prepubescent kids and, at the time, barely paid any mind to each others special parts.

"Well?"

Looking up from his genitals, "Well what? It looks like a penis."

"Well, how does it compare?"

She looked back down to his drooping organs. After gazing thoughtfully, she shrugged, "About the same I guess." Hannah didn't want to feed her brother's ego, but secretly she noted that even in its flaccid state, her brother's member was rather long. She wondered fleetingly how big it gets when aroused.

"Good enough," he said, standing over her. "What about you? You can't really call yourself a nudist if you don't take off your underwear."

"Of course," she said. Feeling her brother's stare, she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting the straps drop off her shoulders. She held the cups against herself with her hands. Looking up again, she asked, "Are you ready?"

"Might as well get it over with, we're going to be naked all summer."

She grinned sheepishly as she slowly peeled the bra off her breasts. She looked down at herself. Her breasts were small and youthfully pointed. They were high on her chest. She thought she still looked immature for an 18-year-old. Then, she looked up at her brother for his reaction. 

Not taking his eyes off her naked chest, he nodded appreciatively when she looked up. "So?" she prompted.

"They're cute."

"Cute? You think they're small. Are they too small?"

"No, I like them. I like small breasts. Your nipples are nice. They're pink."

"Yeah? You've never seen pink nipples before?"

"No, they're sweet."

Hannah started to giggle again and was aware of a slight jiggling that ensued. She saw that Paul watched. The look on his face expressed bemusement, but his intense stare suggested a covert fascination. "So, how do they compare?" she asked, reflecting his earlier question. She stuck her chest out for emphasis and gently traced their contours of her little breasts with the tips of her fingers.

"I think any guy would feel lucky to get a date with you."

"Thanks, but can you be more specific? How would you describe my boobs? Small? Medium?"

"Um, medium-small, maybe."

"What do you like about them?"

"Well, I like their size, not too large, but you definitely have tits, I mean, you're not flat. I would describe them as pert or perky. That's it, you have perfect perky tits."

Hannah grinned widely, "Perfect?"

"Sure, I have no complaints. Kate was pretty much flat actually, but she had large nipples which were nice. I always wanted to feel real breasts, the kind that would fill my hands."

The seed of an idea was planted in Hannah's mind when she heard this. She couldn't say why, but she knew what she wanted to do. She could feel herself blushing as she contemplated what she was about to say to her brother. Fear fluttered in her belly, what if he is repulsed? Yet, she didn't think he would be. She could feel it. Somehow she knew he would be okay with it. Her mouth opened, as if of its own accord, the words forming on her lips without her willing them, "Do you want to feel them?"

Paul looked at her, bewildered, like she's spoken to him in Latin.

She added guilty, "Just for a second, I mean."

His eyes were wide. He sat down on the floor next to her, meeting her gaze, concerned. "Are you sure?"

"Mm-hmm, just for a second though." She felt like she was grinning from ear to ear. She pushed her chest out in anticipation.

Paul looked serious as he reached out with both hands toward his sister. Her nipples activated electrically as soon as his palms made contact. Hannah quivered. Paul's fingers faintly brushed the skin of her breasts.

"Oh! That tickles!" Hannah said with a shudder and Paul drew his hands back courteously. Hannah, smiling, took her brother's hands in hers and pressed them firmly against her sensitive mammaries. "Like this," she instructed, and closing her eyes, "that feels good. Do you like how they feel?"

"They're soft, really soft."

"That's enough," she stated, opening her eyes and releasing his hands. Her nipples now stood out excitedly. Paul looked elated. She looked down at her brother's lap and decided his elation was emanating in more ways than one. "Can I touch you?" she asked with a devious grin.

"Okay."

Hannah was secretly astonished and thrilled that Paul so readily agreed. She didn't expect him to go along so easily and wondered if he guarded the same hidden excitement she was feeling. Eagerly, she reached down between her brother's legs and cupped his sack in her hand. His testicles felt delicate and vulnerable to her. They were large, weighing on her palm. She thought about all the sperm and hormones that must be coursing in her grasp. It seemed strange to Hannah that the source of masculinity was so fragile. She squeezed gently. 

"Does that feel okay?" she inquired. Paul flinched in response, so she released him. She shifted her hand, wrapping her fingers around her brother's rising sex organ. She looked up at him, expecting a shocked reaction but instead he was looking down at her hand, his expression intensely focused. She squeezed his warm column between her thumb and forefinger, but he still made no move to stop her. She could feel him swelling rapidly in her grasp. "You're getting hard," she commented, but he said nothing. She heard her brother's breathing speed up as she slid her grasping hand slowly up his lengthening shaft to his mushroom-like head. She squeezed his phallic cap between her fingers and gently massaged his flesh.

She looked up at his face. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide. "I have to tell you the truth Paul," she said softly. He met her gaze, still looking intense. "Your dick is actually pretty big. It's nice." 

Finally, she released her brother's cock. Instead of dropping, it bounced upward, standing free and tall. His member was straight and pointed up from his lap at an angle.

"You sure get hard fast," she commented, looking at her brother's upstanding organ.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I know you love me and everything, but, I mean, is it normal to get a hard-on for your sister like that?" She grinned at him.

"But, you were rubbing it. That's the only reason . . ."

"I'm just teasing. It's flattering actually. It's interesting how it looks when it's hard. Your head . . . the head of your dick, I mean, is so large. I've never seen one like that. Charlie's dick is curved. It kind of curves upward, but his head is really small."

"So, as a girl, do you think that's good or bad?" Paul had a slight tremor in his voice but she could tell he was trying to sound casual.

"Well," she considered, "I think a big head like that is a plus. I've never done it with a guy who had a dick like yours, but I would think it would be good. It's all about stimulation. A big head ought to be stimulating, don't you think?"

Paul nodded. He looked blank.

"Is it really true, you've never had sex?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah, but I wish you wouldn't give me a hard time about it; I told you in confidence. I chose it. I chose to be loyal to her. Kate told me she wanted to keep her virginity and I loved her. I respected her and I was loyal to her because I wanted to be. Had I known she was going to do what she did, I'm sure things would have been different."

Hannah felt a warm surge of affection and admiration for her brother. "You deserve better. I would love to find a boyfriend like you. Most girls . . . women . . . would, I think."

"Thanks. We never had . . . you know . . . intercourse, but we made out a lot. So, it's not like I don't have any experience."

"So, just out of curiosity," she started, smiling again, "how did you find release? Did you really just masturbate after or what?"

"She was cool about that, at least. She gave me a blowjob a couple times, but I think she didn't really like doing it. She would gag and run to the sink to spit. Usually I would finish off solo, afterward."

"Did she watch?"

"Sometimes."

"Did she ever . . . finish off . . . herself?"

"No, not in front of me anyway."

"Strange girl."

Paul nodded in agreement. She watched his gaze travel down her body to her lap. "Not to change the subject or anything, but, are you going to take your panties off or keep me in suspense?"

Hannah felt her heart racing. For reasons she did not fully understand about herself, in that moment, her brother asking her to take her panties off provoked an unexpected and unintended response in her body. A wave of sexual reaction awoke somewhere deep and swept though her body, reaching her head in the form of heat. She felt flushed. There was the tingle of sweat pores activating around her face and neck. Deep down she felt another delicate response that she knew was the beginning of wetness inside her. It felt warm down there too. She had been trying to convince herself this was no big deal, yet somehow it was. Back when they were children, nudity seemed completely natural and innocent, but now, Hannah discovered, it was different.

"Don't you think a sister deserves to keep at least one secret from her brother?" she asked bashfully as she hooked her thumbs around the elastic band of her panties, trying to make light of it despite herself.

"Not when you live in a nudist colony. Nobody gets to keep those kind of secrets," he replied smirking.

"Are you ready?"

"Like you said, I'm hard for you. Just look at me," glancing down at the tall fleshy rod rising eagerly from his lap. "I don't think I can be any more ready than I am right now."

Hannah smiled at him. She pushed her last little garment down her hips then stopped, her legs still together.

"I have to tell you something first," she said guardedly.

"Yeah?"

"Before I show you, I just thought I should say . . . so you wouldn't be too shocked. . . ."

"What?"

"Well, when I was getting ready . . . I'm just not used to people seeing my, you know, seeing me naked . . . so, I was thinking, I should spruce up, I guess. I shaved, just a little at first, around the edges, to clean up. But, it ended up sort of lopsided, so I shaved some more. Anyway, it's all shaved now."

Paul grinned. "Completely? As in bald?"

Hannah felt another sudden flush of heat in her face and ears. "It's not funny. You shouldn't laugh at your little sister. You're supposed to look out for me. Besides, I heard it's the in-thing now."

"For strippers and porn stars it is."

"And nudists."

"I don't know about that, but hey, you might start a new trend. You never know."

"Don't laugh. Okay?"

"I won't. It's okay."

Her face still warm, Hannah pushed her panties down her thighs to her knees. She stood up and let the panties fall the rest of the way to the floor. Her smooth pubis was directly in front of her brother's face. Her bare vulva, squeezed between her thighs, puckered outward slightly. She wondered if she should be embarrassed. As he had promised, he didn't laugh. He looked admiringly, it seemed to her. Hannah felt insecure about her thighs being a little more curvaceous than she wanted. She was glad that her brother didn't cringe. "Say something please," she implored.

Paul appeared to search his brain for words, "nice, beautiful, it's beautiful."

"Have you ever seen . . . pussy . . . before?"

"Yeah, lots. Well, not in real life of course, but lots of pictures."

"You're girlfriend never?"

"No, that was off limits."

"You really think I look beautiful?" She laughed at herself as soon as she said it.

"Yeah, you look smooth and pink and alluring."

"Alluring?"

"Attractive. You look attractive. I like how it looks pouty."

"That's good? I have a pouty pussy?"

"Yeah, I like it."

She was feeling bold now. Her brother had let her take the lead with their mutual striptease and she was going to push it further. By this time she was humming with sexual arousal. She was thinking less and less about the fact that Paul was her brother and thinking more and more about how turned on she was and how she wanted more. "Do you want a closer look?" she asked coyly.

"Okay." Paul looked like he was in a trance. The further along she took things, the more excited she got, but Paul looked increasingly uncomfortable and docile.

Hannah stepped over to the sofa and sat down. She put her hand on the cushion, "come sit next to me."

She watched her brother's erect member bounce gracelessly as he got up and walked over. The conical point glinted in the sunlight that streamed in the half-opened curtains. "You're leaking," she mused as he sat down next to her.

Without invitation, she reached over and touched the tip of her finger to the little hole on the end of her brother's penis where a droplet of clear liquid was forming. He didn't move to stop her, but there was a sharp intake of breath. She rubbed her finger in a tiny circular motion around the tip of his penis. It was slick. She withdrew and rubbed the warm sticky liquid between her finger and her thumb. It had the consistency of syrup. When she separated her digits, a translucent streamer stretched between.

"Is that your sperm coming out?" she asked candidly.

"No, it's not semen. I think it's called 'pre-cum'"

"Oh . . . does that mean you're going to cum?"

"Not necessarily, but it means I'm super turned on right now. I'm not going to ejaculate without some kind of physical stimulation, but it wouldn't take much right now. Like, if you rubbed my dick again like you did before, I'd probably cum instantly."

"Wow, that would make a mess. Does that mean I'm so damn sexy you can't resist your own sister?"

"I could try to deny it, but it's hard to hide a raging, dripping hard-on when I'm in the nude."

"Are you going to be able to keep your cool this summer? You can't go around with a boner all the time. You'll scare the womenfolk." She smiled devilishly.

"I can only try . . ."

Hannah thought about licking her fingers, but she looked at her brother and decided that he might think it was weird. Instead, she wiped her hand on her bare thigh, leaving behind a glistening slick.

"Are you sure you want a closer look? I don't think it's going to make your condition any better."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I guess you got used to it with that girlfriend of yours," she smirked.

"Funny. But, sadly true."

Hannah lay back on the sofa. "You really want me to do this?"

Paul nodded silently.

"If you want to see more," Hannah toyed with her brother, "you have to ask me to show you. Ask nicely and tell me exactly what you want to see."

"Okay," he followed along, "would you please, pretty please, show me your pouty pink pussy lips, sweet little sis?"

Hannah grinned, "Since you asked so nicely, big brother." Feeling single-minded in her intensifying sexuality, she dramatically swung her legs straight up, exposing her crotch, and then she spread her legs wide apart for her brother.

She watched him as he looked down, captivated, at her displayed womanhood.

"You can get closer if you want. It doesn't bite. I promise."

He leaned forward. She could feel the warmth of her brother's breath on her vulva. He was so close Hannah thought his mouth was going touch her lips. She held her breath in anticipation, but, he didn't do it. "Can I touch you?" he asked politely.

Hannah nodded and swallowed.

She felt a finger gingerly run the length of her labia. He gently prodded and pinched her tender lips. "You've really never touched a girl's pussy before, have you," she stated with conviction.

Paul shook his head, still rubbing her genitals lightly.

Her brother's fingers playing with her there revved up her rising ardor. This emboldened her to push it a little further. She was no longer afraid of her brother's reaction. "Do you want to feel what it's like inside?" she asked brazenly.

"You're okay with that?" His voice shook noticeably.

Hannah reached down to her bald muff with both hands and spread open her pussy lips as her brother watched. "Do you see my hole?" she asked, pointing it out with her finger.

"Yeah. It's pink. That's your vagina?"

Hannah had to suppress a laugh, "Yes. You've really never touched a girl there before?"

"Never."

Her mouth was on perma-grin, her sexual anticipation growing rapidly. "Are you going to feel me?" she implored, still holding the soft petals of her labia open in invitation. "You let me feel you. Aren't you a little curious?"

"More than curious. It's hard to describe. You wouldn't believe how much I've wanted to get into Kate's pants . . . or any girl's, really. Now you're showing me your pussy like it's no big deal, just like that. I know, we're in a nudist colony and all that, but, I have to tell you, your pussy looks really tempting right now, especially when you hold it open like that. You have no idea how good you look to me right now. But Jesus, Hannah, you're my sister . . ."

"So? If that bothers you, why did you let me touch you? I wish you wouldn't make such a big deal about everything, Paul. You make it sound like we're doing something terrible. You're going to see me naked a lot, pussy and all. I don't see why touching me for a second is any worse than that. Don't you want to?"




A Nudist Family Reunion Ch. 01



Paul's eyes never left her open snatch. He looked ravenous. "You're tempting me. It's kind of mesmerizing actually. The inside of your vagina has these intricate little folds. While you were talking, the opening was getting larger and smaller. I was wondering if you were doing that on purpose. You're hole looks kind of small actually. I thought it would be larger."

Hannah's sexual urgency was overwhelming now. "Paul," she said, almost pleading. "You're embarrassing me. Please. Put your finger in me. I want you to. . . . Oh."

She felt his finger enter her warily. She could tell she was wet and it slipped in easily without any friction. She spontaneously pushed against the slow thrust of her brother's finger, quickly engulfing him. A light spasm tickled her as he gingerly twisted his finger around inside of her. A giggle escaped her. She resisted the urge to hump his finger, and, instead, let him explore her in his innocent way.

"It's wet and wrinkly. I didn't think it was like that. It's warm and soft too. It feels good."

"Mmm . . . what did you think it would be like?"

"I thought it would be smoother, I guess. I don't know. I like it. How does this feel to you?"

"It feels good, like, I don't want you to stop. Maybe someday, a nice girl will let you put more than just a finger in her. You think you'd like that?"

"Yeah, you could say that. Now that I know what I was missing, I think I really need to get laid. God, I'm imagining how sweet my dick would feel inside you right now . . . I mean, if you weren't my sister . . . You're so wet and tight. I'm about to cum just thinking about it."

"Don't get too worked up." She laughed at him. "Do you want to feel my clit?"

"Okay," he sounded excited now. He pulled his finger out of her quickly with an audible slurp. Paul looked at his glistening finger and brought it up to his nose. Then, to Hannah's astonishment, he licked it.

"Did you just lick your finger?" her eyes wide in exaggerated surprise.

"I was just curious."

"Did you like it?"

"Kind of. It doesn't taste bad. It's musky."

"When you're done licking my pussy juice, give me your finger." She held out her hand.

Hannah took her brother's wet finger in her hand and pulled it down to her pussy. She spread open the top of her labia with one hand and, with the other, she pressed the tip of his finger against her aroused love button. She pushed his finger hard against herself and ground it up and down. She shuddered with the sudden pleasure, but she bit her lip to keep from moaning. She didn't want him to know how turned on she was. She wanted to play it cool. "That's it. Do you feel the bump?"

"Yeah."

"That's my clit." She rubbed her brother's finger harder. "I'm kind of aroused. Can you feel it?"

"Uhuh."

"Oh!" the sound escaped her mouth despite her best efforts. She laughed, "I'm amazingly turned on right now. Yours is just more obvious." She swung her foot around until her toes found his hard-on. She played her foot against her brother's erection while he continued to rub his finger on her excited clit. "You know you're going to have to do something with that thing before dad and Aunt Lana get here." She looked up at Paul thoughtfully.

Paul looked down where Hannah was stroking the sensitive sole of her foot against his hard cock. "I'm pretty close I think, but you probably don't want my sperm on your foot."

Hannah shuddered with pleasure as her brother rubbed her clit hard, his finger wet with vaginal fluid. "Slow down a little Paul," she instructed, "Yeah, that feels good."

She stopped teasing him with her foot and dropped her leg on his lap. His dick flopped against her thigh. She felt his dick twitch against her. A teardrop of sticky liquid dribbled onto her leg from the tip of his penis.

She looked up at the clock and contemplated. In that moment, her sexual anticipation was so intense, it no longer seemed to matter to Hannah that Paul was her brother, yet there was still a faint but insistent whisper of reason that kept reminding her of the fact. She announced boldly, "God, I wish you weren't my brother right now. I am so ready to be fucked. I need someone inside me right now!" Paul looked momentarily petrified.

An idea came to her. She grinned, showing her teeth, as the thought developed and became more insistent. Emboldened with arousal, she gave voice to her thought, "Do you want to masturbate?"

"You want me to right now? You don't mind?"

"I thought we could both do it," she said sheepishly. "Is that too weird?"

"No, that's cool with me."

"Do you want to stick your finger inside me again?" her voice low as if to hide her depravity, "Touch me? While we masturbate?"

Paul's looked startled, but he responded without question, thrusting his finger inside her moist opening, quickly this time. She moaned gently in surprise. "More fingers," she whispered, and again, he complied. "Not like that, thrust them. Yeah, but harder. Oh. Oh. That's it. That's it. Masturbate with me." Hannah fingered her clit as she started to thrust back against her brother's fingers.

He surrendered silently to her craven demand. She felt his hand grasp his penis against her thigh. His knuckles rubbed up and down against her thigh. At first he started to lose his rhythm with his other hand as he started pleasuring himself. "Keep thrusting," she pleaded, "yeah, yeah," and then both hands were in sync.

"Do you like . . . oh . . . masturbating while you . . . oh God . . . while you touch me there?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Is this the first time . . . yeah, don't stop . . . the first time you've finger fucked a girl?"

"Yes."

"Do you like finger fucking me? . . . Oh God . . . Do you like finger fucking your sister?! . . . Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! . . . I'm gunna cum if you don't stop! . . . Oh yeah! . . . You want your sister to cum?!" Hannah arched her back and pushed her pelvis hard against her brother's hand. "You're making me cum! Yes!" She felt herself spasm and squeeze on her brother's fingers with intense pleasure.

"God, I'm going to cum too. You better move your leg," he blurted with polite concern.

"Cum on me! Do it."

Hannah moaned as a slight contraction squeezed pleasurably then released on her brother's fingers, relaxing blissfully. She was floating in a sea of ecstasy when her brother's warm cum finally spurt over and over on her exposed thigh. The spurts seemed to go on a long time. Her thigh felt like it was soaked with wet dripping warmth.

"Wow, that's a lot of cum," she said, opening her eyes and smiling. "I can't believe you actually came on my leg."

"I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. You really really turned me on."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." She smiled mischievously.

They had a moment of relaxed silence together, ignoring the dripping semen. Paul's fingers were still inside her. She squeezed on them playfully. "Did you feel that?" she asked softly.

"Uhuh. Can you smell the cum?"

"Yeah, it smells like sex in here." Hannah looked up at the clock again. "They're going to get here any minute," she announced with sudden urgency. Maybe you should . . ." she looked down at where his hand was still probing the fleshy folds of her cunt.

"Right," he quickly pulled his fingers out and wiped the wetness on his bare chest. "Thanks for letting me feel your vagina. That was nice. Now I know what its like."

In the wake of her intense orgasm, her brother's comment struck her as absurd, but Hannah just smiled, "My pleasure."

"I'm going to take a shower," he announced. "Do you want to take one first?"

"No, you go ahead. I'll take one after you're done. I want to rest a minute." She lifted her leg to let her brother get up. He picked up his stacked clothes and closed the door of the bathroom behind him.

Hannah looked around the room for something to wipe the cum off with. It felt cold and clammy now and was starting to dry around the edges. She didn't see anything suitable. Her clothes were strewn across the living room floor, but she might have to wear them again. Wiping it on her aunt's furniture or her curtains would be too degenerate. Finally, she picked up her panties, deciding she wouldn't need to wear them even if she put her skirt back on.

She used her panties to wipe the cum off the sofa first, but even after wiping carefully, there was still a noticeable wet spot. Worry troubled her thoughts. She wondered if it still smelled strongly. She couldn't tell anymore. She wiped up the inside of her thigh, catching the big globs of semen, but her panties were too small to soak it all up. Her thigh was still wet when she dropped the panties to the floor, but she was going to shower anyway.

She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It felt wrong walking around naked with her brother's cum on her leg. She felt deviant. It was a good feeling. On reflection, she thought she was surprisingly relaxed about what she had just done with her brother. There was no hint of guilt. She felt fine, even pleased. The stress about the reunion seemed to have died away. Somehow, it had broken the tension and released her anxiety.

With the sound of a car door closing, Hannah's frame of mind reversed itself from contentment to acute stress.

She stepped quickly into the living room. She saw people through the opening in the front curtains. They were headed toward the front door. Hannah froze. She had recognized her aunt and saw a bearded man. She glimpsed another man who might have been her father. They were fully clothed. Hannah quickly looked down at her nakedness, then at her scattered clothes on the floor. There wasn't time; they were about to walk in the door. Her feet suddenly felt like they were embedded in concrete, attached firmly where they were on the floor. There was sickness in the pit of her stomach. A flash of regret gnawed at her, why did she have to shave her pussy? She wished Paul would step out of the bathroom.

The door opened. Hannah smiled guiltily, involuntarily; it felt sculpted on her face. She squeezed her legs together self-consciously, but it had a reverse effect. She could feel her moist labia protrude, squeezed between her thighs. Aunt Lana walked in first followed by the two men. Her father was tall. She saw his smile melt away as he met her gaze. The other man was shorter and older. He had grey hair and a white beard. He stopped short when he saw her, almost fell face-first but caught himself awkwardly. She had no idea who he was.

Hannah stood mortified, the only nude person in the room. She looked at her father who she last saw four years ago, searching his face for a reaction of any kind. She watched his eyes track down her naked body to her smooth pubic mound. She happened to be standing in a beam of sunlight that came through the partially-opened curtains, illuminating the lower half of her body like a spot light. The sunlight on her bare skin felt warm. Under other circumstances she would have enjoyed it. She was acutely aware there was an utter absence of pubic hair that would otherwise hide her exposed pussy lips. It felt obscenely wet all around her crotch where Paul had managed to smear her vaginal fluid wantonly. She wondered if the cum on her leg was shining in the sunlight, or maybe it had dried into a white crust by now. She didn't dare look down at herself. She wanted to disappear. The thoughts raced through her mind in a matter of seconds, but it felt to her like an eternity. After what must have been a brief moment of surprised reaction on her father's part, his gaze dropped from her nude vulva to the floor where Hannah's strewn clothes made the room look like a crime scene.

Lana was the first to break the tension. "Its so good to see you Hannah dear." Lana wrapped her arms around her. Hannah hugged her back. She wanted to hide her nakedness in her aunt's embrace. Lana stepped back and held her at arms-length, "You're already back into the Solvie groove. I'm really glad to see that. I can't wait to get naked. It always makes me uncomfortable to wear clothes now. But I guess it's a necessity for going into town." Aunt Lana always knew just what to say, Hannah thought. She relaxed a little.

Her father, Arthur, came up to her, looking into her eyes now. She was glad that he was smiling again. He opened his arms in invitation. "It's been so long, princess."

Hannah stepped forward into her father's arms. He was a tall thin man, the same body shape as Paul. Without hesitation, he wrapped his long arms around her nude body and squeezed her tightly against him. His large hands felt rough on her bare back. If her father had been put off by her nakedness, it didn't keep him from hugging her enthusiastically. He held her for a long time, looking down into her eyes. "I've really missed you little one," he told her, "I'm truly sorry it's been so long. You've grown up while I was away."

"I missed you too dad," she looked up at him, her arms around him. In her father's arms, she felt like a child again. Her bare nipples chaffed against his wool shirt.

Arthur turned to the side, one arm now around her shoulders, holding her tightly against him. "This is Elwyn. He's the pastor at the Solvie Church."

The man stepped toward her, his hand out. He was shorter than Hannah, and his eyes, magnified by thick glasses, seemed to stare at her. She put and hand forward; he clasped it with both his hands and shook so vigorously she could feel her naked boobs shudder. "Welcome, welcome. Your Aunt has been such an important part of our little community. I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay here. Maybe I'll see you in church."

She smiled politely. Behind the man, Hannah watched her aunt bend down and pick up her scattered clothes one by one. She held her breath when Lana picked up her panties. She waited for an embarrassing query about their wetness. It occurred to Hannah that besides being wet, they must reek of semen. She sighed when Lana said, without any indication of suspicion, "I'm just going to put these in the bedroom, Sweetie." Then to everyone, "sit down, make yourselves comfortable."

There were two sofas in the room. Elwyn sat on one, and Arthur on the other. Hannah wanted to go to the bathroom, so she could clean her leg off, but her brother still hadn't come out. Feeling awkward, Hannah sat down next to her father. He immediately put his arm around her shoulders. "So how was you trip?" he asked, looking down at her. Hannah crossed her legs self-consciously. The semen felt cold and sticky between her bare thighs. She made a few whining comments about the bus trip from Seattle. Some guy who smelled like he never took a bath in his life sat next to her all the way to Eugene. Arthur laughed and said, next time, he'll buy her a plane ticket.

Paul emerged from the bathroom, in his clothes again. Lana met him coming out of the hall, "Why Paul, I thought you would be nude by now. Look at your sister. Isn't she the brave one?"

Paul looked at her with a smirk. 

She crossed her arms under her protruding breasts and glared back at him.

Through the long visit, Hannah could swear the pastor kept looking at her bare chest though his thick glasses. She was relieved when he left. When she finally got the nerve to stand up, she had to peel her thighs apart. The semen was tacky and mixed with sweat now. She had the sensation that all eyes were on her ass as she walked out of the room, but she tried to assure herself, her father wouldn't possibly stare at her nude ass. Her brother on the other hand . . .



A Nudist Family Reunion Ch. 02



In her bed, alone in the guest room, Hannah turned from one side to the other, then back again. She thought about her favorite band, her favorite TV show. She tried thinking about nothing. She turned to lay on her back and, giving up, she lay with her eyes open staring at the patterns on the ceiling. Someone, somewhere in the house was snoring, but this is not what kept her awake.

The memories of the previous day pursued her myriad bedtime thoughts. The memories infiltrated transitory dreams in shallow sleep that crept up on her but fled quickly when she realized she was dreaming about her brother's fingers inside her and her eyes opened with a start.

The memory jolted her and set her heart to racing as she lay still and alone--the memory of inviting her brother's touch--the memory of her mischievous pleasure. She could feel her heart beat hard in her chest, chasing sleep away, though she lay unmoving. Then, the excited memories of one moment turned to horror the next—horror at the thought of what she had led her brother to do with her and could never take back—horror at the memory of her father's startled gaze at her bald sex glistening wetly in the sunlight! Her heart beat even harder, defeating sleep completely.

Finally, she surrendered and let her fingers find their way into her panties. She tried to keep her thoughts on the pleasurable memories. She tried not to think of the judgments of others. She closed her eyes as her fingertips found her pleasure-point. 

She concentrated her mind on the memory of Paul's fingers playing naively inside of her. She remembered her excitement as she taught him to finger fuck her properly—her exhilaration at the sudden pleasure of it and the thrill of her depravity. 

Alone in the night, her fingers found their way inside herself in an auto-erotic imitation of what her brother had done to her earlier. She breathed heavily as she sank into her own pleasure, but, in the night, Hannah's mind was not her own, and in the midst of her erotic reverie, her mind returned to her meeting with her father, standing naked before him, wet with her own sex, and her thigh smeared with her brother's semen. Now, with this more troubled memory, Hannah continued to pleasure herself, surprising herself with her own enjoyment. 

She pleasured herself even harder in the night, now thinking about her father staring blankly at her naked sex. He had stood and stared at her bare labia. He must have seen how wet she was where Paul had smeared her wetness all around her smooth mound. What could her father possibly have been thinking as he stared at her there? Was it her imagination, or had she felt a stirring in him when he held her naked body so tight against him in their embrace? She let her fingers play magic on herself as she contemplated her wayward thoughts. And in spite of her initial horror, she came to realize that she also found something unexpectedly delightful about what, at the time, had seemed like a most embarrassing moment.

Hannah turned over on her stomach and put her weight on her clit, grinding herself against her fingers, her eyes closed, and her thoughts on her father, her brother. She let her mind wander unhindered on deviant and sinful things. Secretly in the night, Hannah became an explorer following a strange twisting path into the primeval wilderness of her own desire just because she wanted to see where it would go.

Spent and gratified, no longer troubled by worry, Hannah finally slipped into unawareness.

She opened her eyes thinking no time had passed and was surprised to find it was morning. She hadn't moved in sleep and her palm was still pinned under her pelvis. Sunlight peeked through the curtains. She heard soft voices from another room. The smell of cooking food tickled her hunger.

Sitting, Hannah felt energy and life return quickly. She deliberated, picking through her clothes. She remembered her secret delight and embarrassment at her solitary exposure the day before. She didn't want to be the only naked person in the room this time but it didn't really make sense to get dressed in a nudist community. 

She settled on making her entrance as she was, in night-shirt and panties.

Stepping into the kitchen, she entered a world of comfort and warmth. Flowers bloomed in the window. The colors in the room were warm and earthy. A broad swath of sun lit the room barely resisted by the translucent curtains.

Aunt Lana was there, and Dad, in a dance of food preparation, clinking bowls, and skillful movement. Their bodies moved comfortably through the space and around each other. Each turned and smiled at Hannah. Lana chattered pleasant things toward her as she cut mushrooms.

Hannah smiled and said she slept well even though it was not completely true.

Hannah was struck by how comfortable her dad and aunt seemed together and with their nudity. They looked so relaxed and normal going about their pleasant morning tasks. There was no avoidance or aversion. Arthur's hand patted his sister's hips, skin on skin, as he brushed by her curvaceous form to drop egg shells in the garbage. There was no care taken by her father on his return trip to avoid brushing against Lana's generous bare bosoms, nor did Lana seem to mind.

Lana noticed Hannah's gaze and smiled at her, asked her what she would like in her omelet.

Hannah offered to help, but Lana would not allow it, insisting that Arthur is the omelet master.

Hannah did her best to avoid looking down despite the magnetic draw of naked flesh. Her aunt's curves and her sizeable blond bush were hard to avoid, but what disturbed Hannah the most was her father's bare genitals. She couldn't help but be fascinated and repulsed simultaneously. Hannah hoped she didn't look as shocked as she felt. She had never seen a dick like her father's. It was extraordinarily long even in his limp state. It hung and swung as he moved around. He let it come to rest carelessly against the edge of the counter. Aunt Lana paid it no mind. Behind her father's long dick hung an equally oversized sack slung low with heavy testicles.

Hannah felt uneasy and wanted to leave, but she couldn't possibly allow herself to give the impression that she was less than okay with the naked human body in the middle of a nudist community. She did her best to keep a poker face and summoned her self-discipline to keep from staring at her father's odd genitalia.

Hannah looked at the flowers in the window as she pondered how huge her dad's cock must get when he has an erection.

Lana, done with cutting vegetables, approached Hannah and offered to take her laundry.

Hannah looked at her, confused for a moment, and then realized she meant the clothes she was wearing. Hannah went with it and pulled off her oversized t-shirt, handing it to Lana.

She felt her father's gaze turn to her. He couldn't remember what she wanted in her omelet.

"Whatever you're making, Dad, I don't care," she replied, feeling self conscious about her bare chest.

"Do you still hate mushrooms?" he asked, watching, as she pulled down her panties.

"Mushrooms are fine, Dad. I'm not a little girl anymore." She handed her underwear to her aunt and looked at her father. She saw her father doing it again—he was staring absently at her newly exposed pubis, and Hannah was again filled with regret that she had shaved herself bald.

"I know Sweetie," he said, his gaze still on her sex, as if he was talking to her genitals, "I just wasn't sure."

"I like a lot of things now that I didn't use to. I've changed a lot since you saw me last time." Hannah wondered if her father was even aware that he was so blatantly staring at her pussy, or if he just didn't care. Remembering her fantasies in the night, she started to feel aroused by his errant stare.

"Yeah," he agreed, his gaze finally working up her body to make eye contact. "It's been a long time. We have a lot of catching up to do. You've not only changed, you've grown up while I wasn't looking."

Hannah smiled at him. She jumped with a start when her aunt patted her bare ass.

"Put that cute little rump to work and go wake your brother up," Lana directed, "Tell him that if he doesn't get his butt out here, he's going to miss breakfast."

Hannah was relieved to have an excuse to leave. Her father's freakish dick, his staring at her pussy, it all made her feel uneasy. She left the room with the odd feeling, like she had the day before, that her dad was looking at her naked ass, but this time, she decided he probably was.

Her father's misplaced attention made her wonder. Whether he meant it that way or not, it felt sexual to her. Now that she had stepped out on that path into uncharted and unwholesome desires, she could not go back, and she felt a little twinge of sexual excitement.

She found her brother on a couch in the study, sleeping soundly under a thin sheet.

She stood silently over his naked body a moment. He was naked except for his sheet. The sound of his breath was rhythmic and relaxing. Her own nudity still felt strange and unnatural, but his eyes were closed in sleep and she was without worry.

She looked down at his resting form and thought about the strangeness of their relationship. She remembered the boy who had been her brother. They were naked here before when they were kids. He had been her big brother who sometimes she worshiped and other times she hated.

Now a man lay in front of her with a man's body. Was this her brother? The years of their separation divided the boy from the man and they did not seem like the same person to her even though she could see them both together in his face.

Hannah carefully pulled the loose sheet from her brother's supine body exposing his nakedness.

She looked at his face. He was serene in sleep. He had a boyish beauty but the morning growth of beard marked him as a man. His chest was smooth and undeveloped like an androgynous angel, but below he had a man's penis, relaxed now in a nest of light brown pubic hair resting on a pair of fleshy eggs. He was not absurdly long like Arthur but substantial. Though his mannish organ was strangely fascinating to her, he was still her brother, her big brother from a long ago time.

Hannah, feeling daring, gently touched her palm to brother's abdomen, just above his pubes. Her heart skipped. She felt his warmth, the slow movements of his breathing.

What was she doing? She wondered, but had no answer. She was drawn to this man who used to be her big brother, but she could not tell herself why. There was something, but what?

Her fingers found the tangles of his nether hair and were soon entwined in the brown curls.

She admired his confidence, envied his travels, pitied his bleak love life, and aside from all that, there was something else. He was attractive, but who is attracted to her own brother?

She circled her hand around the warm flesh of his manhood. She grasped his sex, his power, his pleasure. He was soft in sleep. She felt depraved, but she found that she liked the feeling. She had given her brother some his first sexual pleasures. The idea of being his first grew on her. She couldn't remember being this turned on by anyone else before. Not ever.

Dick in hand connected brother and sister—a touch of pleasure. Hannah wondered if he was feeling it in his dreams as she messaged his dormant member. She squeezed the head of his dick.

She smiled as she felt him start to harden in her hand. She loved that part, feeling his gradual and relentless arousal.

"Paul," she whispered while stroking his lengthening cock.

He did not move or respond.

She tightened her grip on his strengthening flesh and stroked from tip to base, quickening her rhythm as she felt his sex organ come alive in her hand.

"Paul," she said a little louder this time.

He stirred, but his eyes were still closed.

Sticky moisture began to leak and clung to her fingers. She let go of him for a moment—he stood straight and tall now—and turned her attention to herself. She tweaked her clit for a tiny thrill, smearing herself with her brother's stickiness, then found her opening and felt how wet she was.

Hannah looked at her glistening fingers and realized that she was enjoying herself. She returned to his cock and affectionately rubbed her moisture on him where it mingled with his.

"Paul," she said again, a little more insistent this time.

He shifted and stirred.

Hannah dropped her brother's cock and stepped toward his yawning face. She stood facing him, her smooth sex inches from his slowly awakening visage. She wiped her wet fingers across his mouth. A self-amused smile broke out on her own face as she looked down at Paul's dawning awareness of what he was waking to.

"Huh?" His eyes peaked open but unfocused and disoriented. 

Hannah slipped a sticky finger into his mouth when he opened it. "Good morning, Paul. You're totally hard. Were you dreaming of me?"

He pulled his mouth away from her finger, a puzzled look on his face, "I thought you were . . . were you . . .?" His eyes focused on her looming bump as he licked the stickiness around his mouth.

"What? I wasn't doing anything to you. I just came in to tell you breakfast is ready. It's not my fault you have a hard-on."

"I guess I was dreaming . . ."

"Of me?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess I was."

Hannah's smile got even bigger. "Why are you staring at my cunt lips, Paul?"

"'Cause you're standing there with it in my face!"

"It's not nice to stare. Do you want to taste it?"

Paul blinked up at her.

"Just for a second," she said. "You just licked pussy off my finger. You can lick it from my pussy lips if you want." She smiled sweetly as she could.

Paul licked his mouth again and looked up at her quizzically.

"Go ahead, hurry up. Dad and Lana made breakfast. They're waiting. Just lick me, quick."

Tentatively, Paul moved his face toward her. He sniffed at her.

"Go on!" Her voice quivered slightly. She moved her hips forward, the tip of her sleek vulva touching his lips.

His tongue finally darted out and flicked wetly on her pussy. He started licking in quick light movements of his tongue like a cat lapping at a water dish.

Hannah reached down and pulled her lips forward toward her brother's mouth. She spread her folds with her fingers, now wet with his saliva. "Do you feel my clit?" she whispered.

Paul's tongue pressed and lapped against her aroused nub in response. He didn't feel tentative any more. He licked at her with growing enthusiasm and ardor, his hand finding her ass cheek and squeezing.

Hannah giggled. "Suck me," she whispered insistently, "suck my clit."

Her brother did as she told him and pursed his lips wetly around her humming pleasure button. He suckled at her with a slurping noise.

Hannah heard the door behind her and instantly jumped back from her brother's mouth, almost falling over in the process. 

"What's taking so long?" Aunt Lana inquired.

Hannah turned and smiled. She hoped it was an innocent smile. "He's . . . he's not getting up. I think he was dreaming about stuff, I mean, like, I think he's having a wet dream. See?" She gestured to her brother's naked hard-on. "I'm trying to wake him up but he doesn't want to end his sex dream, I guess."

Lana glanced at her nephew's erection, and seemed to hunt for words.

"Shut up, Hannah," Paul interjected, "I'm getting up." He fumbled, trying and failing to cover his long hard-on with one hand and groping for the sheet with his other.

"Let him have some privacy, Hannah," Lana said without suspicion, "he can come out when he's ready."

"But that's not fair," Hannah said with feigned anger, "you and Dad made breakfast and it will get cold if he doesn't get up." She pulled the sheet away from Paul's reach as he continued to fumble with his stiff cock, trying to push it down and cover it with his hand.

"Come-on Hannah," Lana directed.

"You better get up!" Hannah looked back at her naked brother as she started out of the room. "No one cares about your stupid boner. Just get your lazy ass out of bed and get out here."

"Don't talk to your brother that way," Lana said coolly, and then to Paul, "It's up to you. You can sleep in if you want, but we'd love to see you at breakfast, and don't worry about that, really. I've seen plenty of those things. It happens around here all the time, trust me. Life doesn't have to end every time you start feeling eager, does it Paul?"

Hannah thought she saw the faint hint of a smile on her aunt's face. Hannah smirked to herself.

Hannah sat down at the table as her father finished bringing food from the kitchen. She was still humming with excitement after her morning fun and it shifted her view of things.

Arthur asked about Paul as he poured juice into Hannah's glass, his long sex organ dangling inches from her. She stared at her father's dick unabashedly, this time, but she had to look away when laughter threatened to break out of her. She felt her face flush.

Lana responded to the question, "He's embarrassed by his erection, right now. He'll have to get over that soon."

"Morning wood, eh," Arthur smiled and shook his head. "Get out here, Paul!" he shouted over Hannah, his unnaturally long dick swinging, threatening to slap her arm, "your food's getting cold!"

Hannah leaned away from her father's flailing genital. He either didn't see or didn't care about her reaction and finished setting the table before he finally sat down.

Lana mused about how nice it is that they are all together again. It had been so long. They had changed so much. "We need to plan our time out together. We should make the most of our time. Is there anything you want to do while you're here, Hannah?"

Hannah gave a non-committal look and shrugged, taking a bite from her omelet. It was savory and sticky with melted cheese.

"We have to go visit the Solvie beach at least," Lana continued. "It's beautiful. There are so many nice places to go around here. Do you like to hike or ride bikes?"

"Sure." Hannah shrugged again. She cut off a piece of waffle and put it on her plate. She placed several firm looking strawberries on top of it and added a wad of whipped cream.

"Oh, the art show! I just remembered, the Art and Wine Festival is coming up next weekend. There are quite a few very good artists in Solvie. Maybe you would like that?"

Hannah nodded politely.

"I need to get to work, soon," Arthur said. "I intended to make some progress on my writing for once, so I will be bowing out. I trust you will have fun without me."

The three at the table turned and looked when Paul wandered into the room. He stood, timid, looking at the table. Hannah noted that her brother's dick was still engorged but no longer completely erect. He hung swollen and longer then usual. She smirked at him, pleased with her work.

Lana got up and steered him to his chair, her hand rubbing his bare back. "Do you want a cup of coffee, Paul?"

Paul nodded, sitting next to his sister. He glanced at her for a second. Hannah thought he was giving her a dirty look, but she also noticed him sneaking a quick look at her bare chest before he looked away to focus on filling his plate.

Hannah still felt very bizarre sitting naked between her father and her brother, their respective dicks reclining casually across their laps. She wanted to feel comfortable with it, but for now she strained to maintain herself. She felt embarrassed of her own nakedness and realized she was stooped over her plate, trying to make herself small between the two naked men as they talked to each other across her.

Lana poured coffee round the table.

Hannah made herself sit up straight, what she thought was a normal posture, but it made her feel like her boobs were jutting out from her chest, on display. She watched her dad sheepishly and, sure enough, he glanced down at her chest as he spoke about a past writing assignment in Italy. Hannah squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable. Her crotch was wet with her brother's saliva and her labia peeled tackily from vinyl of the chair. She felt herself blush even though no one could have noticed.




A Nudist Family Reunion Ch. 03



Days went by and Hannah's rollicking emotions didn't relent.

The nudity became easier. Her father's flopping elephantine member no longer shocked her and she paid little attention to it. It became, to her, simply the physical expression of his self-referential and paternalistic personality. Like the whole of him, his long dick was overwrought. Hannah would just think "Barbar" to herself and laugh inwardly.

Her Aunt Lana's voluptuous naked curves became as comforting a sight as her warm smile and the tender touches of her hand.

But her brother, Paul--that was different. As time went on, she became drawn to him more and more. His nakedness, his sleek body and his responsive member, drew her attention still.

She was on a mission even though she did not wish it. She could not stop it. It was a hunger of sorts, but she couldn't tell whether it was the hunger of her heart or the hunger of her sex. Some part of her was determined, and had decided that only her brother, Paul, could fulfill her.

Hannah was embarrassed that she had cried in front of him. She didn't want him to know how she really felt. She could barely admit it to herself. She had missed him more than anything. Now she wanted to share herself with him. Even though she was his little sister, she was experienced in love and he was not. In this one way, she could give something to him. Something that truly mattered. She wanted to be his first. She wanted him to remember her for it for the rest of his life, no matter what else might come to pass.

It was too much though. Too much emotion. It was not right for a sister to feel that way about her brother. She knew she had to hide it. She had to keep it cool.

It ate at her that she didn't really know how her brother felt about her. Did he want her? He didn't have the same obsessive attraction, she could tell. He gave mixed messages. He gave love to her with his mouth. He came to orgasm on her. But then he pushed her away. Always there was his silence and his withdrawal. It angered her and she also feared what it meant for her.

Hannah avoided his emotional rejection by pretending the sex was just for fun. But, she didn't really believe it and she knew he could see through it too.

So, Hannah teased her brother day in and day out. They were naked every day now, so it was easy to accidentally brush a tit against him when they passed in the hallway. Or, she would come to a sudden stop, causing Paul to bump into her. "God! Stop poking me with your dick!" she'd say to him in mock annoyance. Every chance she got, she would bend over in front of him and look back at him to see his response. Paul was always responsive, and because he was naked, he could never hide it. Spilling beverages on his exposed dick was almost too easy. Sometimes she would just watch and smile as he cleaned himself off. If no one else was around, she would clean his dick for him.

Hannah loved touching her brother's dick.

His natural response to her is what she enjoyed more than anything. He couldn't control it, but she could, and did.

Always with her teasing he would grow and grow with his natural excitement. Long and straight, he would stick out proudly. Then he was hers to play with.

"You better let me take care of that before someone sees it," Hannah would tell her brother with a smirk. Sometimes he resisted at first, but he would always relent in the end. A touch of her fingers on his arousal was usually enough for him to give in. If she was serious about it, she would get down on her knees in front of him. She would open her mouth and exhale on his tip, or she would stick out her tongue and touch her tip to his.

Always she would make him ask for it, and he always did. His manhood became exceedingly familiar to her. She came to know his every contour by feel. She knew what got him off the fastest too. If someone was in the next room they wouldn't have much time and she could make her brother cum in her mouth in seconds. As long as she was good about cleaning the creamy sperm they were good to go and no clothes to worry about.

He returned her oral love as well. It was a little more challenging, but after Father and Aunt were in bed, Sister and Brother would be alone. Sometimes, on the sofa in the living room. Sometimes one would steal to other's bed in the dark of night.

Paul was tender and loving with her, and in this way, she grew to know, he loved her too, in the same way she loved him, whether he knew it himself or not.

He would rain fairy kisses over the whole of her, her closed eyes, her cheeks, her neck, the crook of her arm, her ever-hard nipples, her belly fat, her knees, her toes, the soles of her feet. Then he would come back to her thighs. He kissed her there. Sometimes he licked her flesh as if she were a sister made out of candy. His kisses were a wondrous key that opened her wide to him. Then his lips and his loving tongue always led him to her nexus.

His fingers would always be light on her flesh. At first, at least. As their shared excitement grew, he became firmer in his caresses. With his face between her legs, he would embrace her thighs.

And his tongue--her brother's tongue learned quickly the magic of her most private place. He was attentive and teasing with her, so much so, that her pussy lips would be soaked his saliva before he even ventured to her flick her clit. But when he did, finally, he was relentless and tireless.

He seemed to have learned the language of her moans and pleasure sounds because she never had to say a word, and yet he knew, by some secret, when to lick fast, when to lick slow, when hard and when soft. He knew how to get her excited by licking down and down until he wetted her reactive little anus. He knew, also, exactly when she wanted his tongue licking deep into the soul of her sex.

Paul was true to his word and he lavished his sister with his mouth for hours, late into the night, until Hannah could take it no longer. Through the night, he would be excited to point of cumming over and over. Sometimes he would cum on her before he knew it, and continued loving her with his mouth all the same. Sometimes, she would caress him until he came all across her nakedness. Sometimes she would pull him up to her mouth, they would interlock, mouth to sex and sex to mouth. That way they would continue cumming in each other's mouths over and over without ever pausing.

But every night, it ended the same way. Hannah said she was ready. She trembled under her brother, waiting for him to finally surrender and just fuck her. Every time he would pause and fret. Hannah seethed with anticipation and desire and, finally, frustration. Night after night, on a high of oral love, Hannah begged her brother.

"Please just fuck me! Please!" she would plead in as loud a whisper as she dared. "I want you to fuck me so fucking bad! Please Paul, please, just do it. I know you want it. I know you want me. Don't you want to just fuck my brains out? I wish you would. Why won't you do me Paul? Why won't you? Know one will ever know . . . Oh Paul, I want you so bad . . ."

As she broke down and begged, she could feel her brother withdraw even though she couldn't see his face in the dark. The more he fell silent with his angst, the more Hannah felt desperate and frustrated. It didn't make sense even to her that she felt the way she did. She was happy to share the pleasures they did. But she wanted something more from him.

Hannah lay awake in the dark as her brother left her alone in her bed. Covered with his sticky sexual spurtings though she was, even with the taste of his cum in her mouth and with the cold clammy feeling of his saliva coating her pussy, she was left unsatisfied. Though she came on her brother mouth over and over, she was left unfulfilled. Her special place was left hot and humming with anticipation of a fuck that never happened.

By day, Hannah had to pretend. She felt ashamed of her begging in the night. She felt resentful that her brother was so aloof and in control, but wanted him all the more.

Her teasing continued and, over time, became more desperate. Paul started to show annoyance in earnest.

More than once, Lana walked in on her while she grabbed at and fondled her brother's cock.

Paul was clearly embarrassed although Aunt Lana never said a word about it.

"It has to end," Paul finally said to her.

Hannah was angry. She was too angry to say anything. The look on his face hurt her more than anything. She went straight to her room and cried.

That night, Paul did not come to her room. Hannah decided she would be strong. She knew he was right and yet that made it all the more difficult to swallow.

She tried to sleep, turning this way and that in her bed, but her longing turned to hurt, and at last she could not bear it any longer. She made her way to her brother's room. She slipped into his bed and caressed her naked body against his.

He made a wordless noise and Hannah could not tell if it was disappointment or pleasure. Maybe it was both she decided. He didn't move. He did nothing to stop her as she caressed her finger tips down his sleek flesh.

He did nothing as she held his manhood in her hand, the object of her longing.

He moaned softy when she stroked him to hardness and continued loving him with her hand until he his whole body trembled against hers and his warm cum spilled out onto himself and her hand and the sheets.

Hannah felt comforted by this small pleasure her brother allowed her to share with him. She tried to forget her desire so she could be content with his warm nakedness against hers. Her hand never left his sex though he was diminished.

Hannah drifted back and forth between waking and sleeping and all the while her hand stayed with his sex, clinging to him as if his cock were her favorite teddy bear.

The light of dawn began to glow through the curtains and Hannah found her brother's cock hard in her hand again. With mixed joy and desperation, she stroked him with long sweeping strokes with a firm grip from tip to base. She loved his length. She imagined the pleasure she was giving him.

Paul awoke to her handling. "Oh God, Hannah. Jesus! you're going to make me cum again."

"We should name your penis. It's so beautiful. He should have a beautiful name. What do you think?"

"My dick?"

Hannah caressed his tip lovingly, spreading his slippery leakage around with her palm. "How about Raphael. Yes, I like that. I'll call him Raphael."

"Oh fuck Hannah. I'm going to cum if you don't stop. You're naming my dick after a ninja turtle?"

"Don't be ridiculous! He was a painter. A beautiful artist, just like your penis. Because, you know, you like to paint me, my body, with your stuff."

"Oh my God! Hannah you're so . . . Oh fuck."

"I named Dad's penis Barbar."

"What?"

"Well, I mean, I didn't tell him or anything, but its because he, you know, swings back and forth. Like an elephant trunk. Barbar."

"Please Hannah, don't talk about Dad's dick when you're about to make me cum."

"Okay. Do you like it when I make you cum?"

"Oh God, yes, but . . . "

"But what? You like it when I make you cum but then you're too good to fuck me. Is that it?"

"Hannah . . . you're my sister."

Hannah tightened grip and Paul groaned. She retorted, "Yeah, you say that all the time, but you still like it when I make you cum." As if in emphasis, Hannah spit and dribbled saliva onto his tip. She sped up her stroking on the slickness.

"Oh God, Hannah . . . you better . . . Oh God . . . they're going to get up, you better go . . . Oh my fucking God, Hannah, that's good."

"I'm not going until I make you cum again Paul. If you won't let me feel you cumming inside me, at least let me feel you cum in my hand. I like feeling your orgasm and you get all squirmy and close your eyes. I want you to cum for me Paul. Cum for me. Get your cum on me. Paint me with it."

"Fuck Hannah. Your going to make me cum Hannah."

Just then, the door opened. Paul jerked, startled, grabbed for the sheet, but it was too late.

Aunt Lana stood there frozen, staring.

Hannah didn't even look up. She pursed her lips in a frown and stroked her brother's cock even faster, careless of her Aunt's presence.

Paul groaned loudly. Hannah felt the first spurt in her hand before she saw white fountain fly up in the air. Spurt after spurt flew up in the open air unimpeded. The warm droplets fell and clung to her hand and arm, and on Paul's naked body.

"If you won't fuck me, I'll just keep getting you off like this," Hannah stated loudly.

Lana backed out the door with a look of confusion on her face.

Paul, his dick now slick and shrinking, tore out of his sister's grip and ran naked after his retreating aunt, fresh semen dripping and falling from his flapping organ. "Aunt Lana! Wait! Let me explain."

Hannah curled up in her brother's bed, laying in his spilt semen already turning cold against her body.

She stayed there, naked, in her brother's bed listening to Paul and Lana talk outside. She couldn't hear everything and didn't want to. She heard Paul loudly announce, "I tried to stop her!" She could make out the word "obsessed" several times and then the word "depraved." Aunt Lana's voice was low. She heard them come closer to the door. "Let's let her rest" she finally heard Lana say and door clicked shut.

Hannah couldn't cry. She felt burnt out emotionally. She sank into a numb and dreamless sleep.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she came back to awareness. A soft hand caressed her cheek.

She opened her eyes. Aunt Lana smiled at her, "Good morning, Sunshine."

Hannah felt the sudden grip of shame. "I don't know why I did that Lana. I'm so sorry. I just--"

"Don't fear Little One. Everything is well. You are still our Sunshine." Lana's hand moved to her shoulder.

"You're not disappointed in me? Is Paul mad?"

"Everybody here loves you Sunshine. Especially Paul. He loves you more than anything." Lana's hand brushed down Hannah's arm.

"He didn't want me to . . ."

"Yes and no. Did you see his face when you did what you did? When you made him orgasm, I mean. He looked very happy to me, Dear. He's just a little embarrassed, that's all. He'll get over that soon enough." Lana caressed Hannah's arm, then took her hand and held it. "You're sticky. You have your brother's sperm on you Dear."

"Do you really think he liked it Aunt Lana?"

"Getting a hand job from you? Of course, Dear."

"I just want . . . all I want . . ."

"What is it Sunshine?"

"I want him. I want him so bad. I want him to . . . you know . . ."

"Do you want your brother to make love to you?"

"Yes. Yes, I want him to. Is that wrong of me Aunt Lana?"

"There is nothing wrong with love, Little Sunshine. I understand what you're feeling more than you know."

"What do mean?"

"I've loved your father for years."

"You mean . . ."

"Yes, we are lovers. So, you see, I do not judge you. You need to let your love shine."

"Do you think Paul will love me?"

"I can't say, but I'm in your corner. I think he'll come around eventually. It is a hard thing to cross the line with a sibling."

"I know, I know, but I love him so much. I want him. It just feels so right."

"Whatever he does, I want you to know you are loved Sunshine. Do you know that?" Lana moved closer.

Hannah nodded. She melted into Lana's embrace, surrounded and comforted by her soft warmth and shocked by the sensuality of her aunt's naked flesh against her.

Lana kissed her on the cheek. "Would you like to take a shower with me Dear? We can get all that sticky cleaned up, and try to get your mind off your brother for a while."

Hannah, feeling disoriented by her aunt's intimacy, acquiesced and followed her to the shower. There she let her aunt take the lead. They stepped under the water together and Lana caressed her body with with soap and suds.

"You just need love right now Sunshine."

Hannah closed her eyes. Her aunt's lips felt sweet against her neck. Hands were loving on her back. Breasts were soft against breasts.

Hannah held her breath when Lana's fingers found her sex. Lana played with her, bringing her to the edge of excitement. Hannah squeezed on intruding fingers.

Hesitantly, Hannah reached out and cupped her aunt's naked muff. She felt her fingertips on slick soft lips and Lana moaned in her ear.

Hannah spasmed happily on Lana's fingers and collapsed into her embrace.

"Everything is going to be okay," Lana whispered in her ear.

After their shower, Lana suggested to Paul and Hannah that they get out and meet some of the other young nudists in town.

Paul was thrilled at the idea. Hannah felt wary without knowing why, but she said nothing.

Lana drove the pair to a strand of beach where the 20-somethings liked to hang out. She dropped them off and left them.

Paul, seeming eager to meet new people wasted no time in finding some people to chat up. Hannah followed him, feeling bland and uninterested.

"Quit being sullen, it's your chance to meet a boy," Paul whispered.

Hannah sank into silent anger.

Paul took up with a brother-sister pair, named Joel and Angele. He flirted and fawned on Angele shamelessly and seemed to insinuate she should do the same with Joel.

Hannah glared at Angele. Her boobs were too big and she kept jiggling herself in front of Paul. Hannah did not have a good feeling about this young woman and she quickly concluded that Angele was both unintelligent and a whore.

Joel tried to talk to her. She answered his questions and failed to smile. He talked like he was too eager and with a faked friendliness Hannah found distasteful.

Paul suggested they go back to Aunt Lana's place. Dad was away at the library and Lana was out shopping so the house would be empty.

Hannah frowned at the idea. She wanted this social experiment to be over as soon as possible but she couldn't bring herself to do anything but go along with it.

Joel took them to his car. Angele sat up front. Paul got in the back. Joel apologized about all the luggage in the back.

"No worries," Hannah retorted, "I'll just sit on his lap," and before Paul could respond, Hannah was on him.

She pushed her ass back against Paul and smiled at Joel in the rear view mirror.

As the car jostled down gravel roads, Hannah rubbed her sex on her brother, feeling his cock grow harder and harder.

She ignored him as he whispered urgently in her ear to stop.

His cock grew full and hard caught between her ass and his stomach. Angele talked at Paul from the front seat, trying to flirt with him. Hannah pushed hard against him and let the car provide the vibration.

Hannah smiled when she felt him twitch between her ass cheeks. Warmth splattered on her back and down her ass.

She turned and smiled at Paul. He glared at her as he desperately cleaned his cum up with his bare hands and wiped it on the car seat. Joel and Angele seemed none the wiser.

The house was indeed empty. Hannah led the way to Arthur's study. She jimmied the liquor cabinet and found her father's precious bottle of 25 year single malt Scotch. She took a straight shot from the bottle before grudgingly handing it to Joel.

Hannah focused on getting herself wasted while the others socialized. She gritted her teeth at Angele's high-pitched fakey voice. Angele was laser-focused on Hannah's brother. Hannah felt the fire of anger grow in her belly, and the fire was fed instead of drowned by the Scotch.

The heat in her belly grew, threatening to consume her with violent emotion when Paul and Angele left for Paul's room. The door clicked shut.

Joel was trying his best to get laid, but Hannah answered his questions monosyllabically without bothering to look at him.

Sounds of girlish laughter emanated from behind Paul's door. Hannah imagined her brother losing his virginity to that inane bimbo.