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Broke Oak: Cousin Sarah Ch. 01

By: lpmsa



{Note: These stories are from my experiences and I have changed names and obscured some descriptions, but what you read is real.}

I grew up with Mom, Dad, and two older sisters living in a home in a suburb of Phoenix. My aunt Linda lived maybe a mile away from us. She had a son the age of my oldest sister and a daughter, Sarah, only four months younger than me. Linda's husband, Uncle Jeff, had died in a car wreck when we were all pretty young; I don't really remember him, to tell the truth. Aunt Linda taught high school, never remarried, and recently retired from the school system. She is not wealthy, but she has enough to travel often and she does, sometimes for months at a time.

Now, this story is about my cousin Sarah. The information about her mom was just to explain the background for what took place.

Sarah called out of the blue. She wanted to come and visit during one of her mom's trips abroad. School was out (like her mom, she teaches high school); her recent divorce was final and the dust settling; and, we had not seen each other in about 10 years. 

I warned Sarah about my new living arrangements. She notionally knew for years that I was a nudist, but had not yet heard that I lived in a nude community fulltime. I shared this with her, explaining that she could wear as little or much as she wanted for a couple of days, but by day three, would be expected by the resort rules to be nude. I also let he know that from my perspective, she was always welcome to visit and that I would look forward to having time with her after all these years. Sarah thought about all this -- the silence was palpable -- and then said she would be okay with it and would participate from the beginning.

Arrangements were made, time passed, and the day of her arrival finally dawned. I drove up to San Antonio and met her at the airport. Her morning flight turned into an early afternoon arrival, so after we gathered her luggage and discussed why women always pack so much, we hit the road and stopped for lunch on the way back.

"How should we work out this nudity thing?" Sarah asked as we waited for our food. "I mean, part of me is just fine with it, but part of me is still a bit squeamish. Can we set out a kind of plan and then stick to it, so I don't have to think about it, I can just go step by step?"

"Sure, but before we make a plan, can you tell me what most concerns you or is the biggest 'unknown' floating around in your mind?"

"Well, I truly think I am fine with being nude and being nude with others, it is mostly how to 'get nude,' so to speak. Any ideas?" she responded.

I had to give Sarah credit, she seemed to be pretty level-headed about this. So, based on what she shared, I suggested that we plan to drive to my home, we'd park and unload the car. She was warned that there might or might no be nude people visible once we were on the grounds, but we would just not make a big deal about them and go straight to the trailer. Once inside, I'd show Sarah where the bedroom was (I would be sleeping on the couch, of course) and then I would go in the front room while she used the bedroom. We would both get nude and wrap in a towel. Sarah would come into the front room ad we would have a soda. Once she was seated and we had our sodas, I would remove my towel and sit down. The Sarah was to stand, remove her towel and sit down and we would simply drink our sodas and catch up on old times.

The plan sounded perfect for what Sarah wanted and we ate our burgers that were just being served.

After lunch we got in the car and drove. It isn't a long drive, but we kept up a steady patter of family updates, personal hurdles and triumphs, and shared sadness over loss of my wife and her divorce. We had always been close as youngsters and we both missed that closeness over the many years since we became adults.

Chatting made the drive fly by and we were at the security gate before we knew it. I entered the code and when the gate opened drove in, turned left once and pulled into my driveway. Nobody was in sight and we did as we planned, grabbing the luggage and going inside.

My mobile home is a double-wide, with two bedrooms, but one is my office and still hasn't been unpacked or organized since I moved in. I led Sarah down the hall and to the left where the master bedroom was located. I showed her to the master bath across the hall. It was the only shower and tub, the half-bath was at the other end of the trailer.

As a nudist, I have more drawers and closet space than I know what to do with and pointed out where Sarah could put her things. I set out a large beach towel and took one for myself, then told my cousin, I'd see her in the front room when she got ready.

In the front room, I quickly stripped and wrapped my towel around my waist then set out two diet sodas from the fridge.

I could here Sara opening drawers and moving around, so I glanced over the newspaper until I heard her footsteps entering the room. 

Sarah came in and sat, as planned she had her towel wrapped around her, from just under her arms, it hung down to her knees. I went to get our sodas, put ice in the glasses, popped the tops and then put them on our respective end tables.

I wanted to move smoothly so everything felt normal and natural and was doing fine until I remembered that I had not mentioned to Sarah that many nudists, me included, sport shaved pubic areas. I hoped it wouldn't shock her, but it was too late, so as normally as I could, I removed my towel, placed it on the couch and sat down. I noticed that Sarah had watched my every move and she had to have seen my smooth status, but did not blink or react in any way.

True to plan and without a word, Sarah stood and faced at ninety degrees, she removed her towel and spread it on the easy chair, then turned and sat. Of course I watched, I had every natural curiosity about her body and perhaps a few unnatural ones, as well. Sarah is a beautiful woman. She is just slightly heavy, maybe by fifteen pounds. I think she is 5-8 or 5--9 and weighs maybe 155 pounds. Her breasts are likely a C cup and do sag, but not alarmingly. Her nipples are a dark pink, not very erect and areolas an inch in diameter around them. Sarah had trimmed but not shaved pubic hair, typical of a bikini shave for a 'textile' woman. Sarah's legs are longer nude than you would expect from seeing her clothed. But one of the striking things about her appearance was that her skin was smooth and flawless. She was not very naturally tanned and her Irish heritage certainly showed.

I was a little embarrassed because Sarah caught me looking at her, and I smiled and shrugged. I could feel a stirring between my legs, but I felt I was in no real danger of actually getting hard from this.

As planned, we chatted, caught up, and generally visited while we finished our sodas.

"So, how does your first ten minutes of nudism feel?" I asked.

"Fine," Sarah responded, "it was the walk in here that was the hardest, being nude has been real easy once we just did it. Can I ask you about some things?"

"Sure, what is it?"

Sarah breathed deep and swallowed once, then asked "Well, I noticed that you appear shaved, is that usual, unusual, or what? I hope it isn't an uncomfortable question."

"It is very common here, and at most nudist resorts, for both men and women to trim very close or shave completely." I stood and faced her "Go ahead and look, you will see that most of the men do at least some shaving, I shave my pubic area, testicles, shaft, and the area behind my testicles actually. Well, the truth is I don't always shave it personally; there is a couple here and last spring we sort of formed a team to help each other shave because it is so much easier than doing all the close up work yourself." I then sat down and asked if she had any other questions.

Well, Sarah stood and asked my opinion of how she was trimmed. I looked at her -- I could have done that for a long time, but kept my appraisal brief and shared that she had more hair than many women here and yet there were several with far more than her. I assured her she would fit right in and not to feel different or odd. Sarah's brunette hair formed almost a diamond shape above her slit. The hair on her lips was short and went horizontally as though it was purposely parted. The hair on her mound was not straight, but rather than being curly, was more like wavy, not very thick at all, and probably trimmed for a bathing suit.

"One more question, Gus, do men get excited very often in the nudist environment?" 

I tried to give a short, but accurate, answer without overwhelming. "Well, the easy answer is 'no' because that is the 'party line' of nudism. But the fact is that it does happen in what can be called public nudism -- seldom -- but it does. On the other hand, in private nudism, like when folks might get together in very small groups or around one's home, it happens much more often and nudists just accept that it is a normal body function. I get one every morning and often during the day -- in fact, I don't even do anything about it if I think it won't offend somebody and if I think it will, I just hold my towel in front of me."

"I know I said one more question ... but can I ask things as they come into my mind? I'll try not to ask stupid questions or say the wrong things in front of others."

I looked at Sarah, realized that she was serious and making every effort to fit in and answered "Of course you may, and I will try to never mislead you."

"I know you are probably getting tired of this, but ... one more question, can you tell me about the team that gets together to shave each other? How does that work? What do you do? I'm just wondering at this stage ..."

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you all these things. But first, let's walk around and I'll show you the resort and introduce you to folks. While we are out and about, you will see that nudists are very normal folks and come in all sizes and shapes. After we get back, if you have any questions about things, we can talk more, ok?"

Sarah had not been here an hour and she was already taking a positive approach to life at Broke Oak. I wondered how this was all going to work out. 

Broke Oak: Cousin Sarah Ch. 02



{Note: Please read Broke Oak: Cousin Sarah Ch.1 first for this to make sense. These stories are from my experiences and I have changed names and obscured some descriptions, but what you read is real.}

My cousin Sarah called out of the blue. She wanted to come and visit during one of her mom's trips abroad. School was out (like her mom, she teaches high school); her recent divorce was final and the dust settling; and, we had not seen each other in about 10 years. This is more of the account of her visit.

Sarah had arrived and she and I had crossed that first hurdle of being nude in front of each other. In our younger days, we had been as close as siblings, but it had been years now since we had seen each other, and suddenly here we were, both over sixty, and we were nude with each other and walking around Broke Oak introducing her to friends and showing her the pool, showers, hot tub, social hall, etc.

Like all good nudists, we carried our towels, but I noticed that Sarah seldom held hers in front of her as though for modesty. I was truly impressed with how she adapted to public nudism.

We met probably a dozen of the residents as we walked around, mostly couples, but not all. We took a dip in the pool and I explained that the pool and hot tub were the two places where nudity was not optional, but mandatory. As the rules direct, we showered in the co-ed shower before hitting the pool. I saw that Sarah watched with interest out of the corner of her eye just how people showered, what they touched – or didn't – and how. 

We finished our showers and visited the pool where we lounged for a couple of hours and met the various folks that came and went. Several times I looked over at her and admired her courage to dive in so completely and so fast.

As supper approached we went back to the trailer, stopping to shower again along the way. When we got in and closed the door, Sarah suddenly hugged me, kissed my cheek and thanked me for being understanding and supportive. I felt myself pudge up just a bit in response to the closeness, but I hugged back and said that I was so pleased we were renewing relations.

We grilled some burgers and made salad for supper then cleaned up the kitchen. When we finished, we sat down and watched an HBO movie, knowing Sarah would be tired and need to go to bed early. The only event of that evening was when the main actors in the movie got into a steamy sex scene. I started to swell and grow. By habit, I reached to pull my towel across my lap and Sarah surprised me by saying "Don't you dare, it is normal, natural, it is you, and I enjoy the natural you!"

"As you wish, ... " I answered and just let it be as it was. The movie eventually ended, and I had long since softened, so it was truly no big deal. We stood, I led her to her room (well, mine, but hers for her visit) and asked if she had any questions about what was what, gave her a hug and headed out to the couch. As I settled down I realized that, like me, she slept with the door open and we settled in for a needed sleep.

The night flew by, I slept reasonably well for sleeping on the couch and I awoke to the feeling I wasn't alone, sure enough, Sarah was sitting in the easy chair with the newspaper. 

When Sarah saw me stir she said "Good morning, I saw your neighbor put the paper on the front deck and went out to pick it up." 

As I started to get up, I realized I had my usual morning hard-on and almost stopped, but when I remembered the previous evening, I figured things would be fine and stood. Sarah looked, of course, but she simply smiled and turned back to the paper.

After a first cup of coffee, I told her my morning routine – alternating between breakfasts at the café or morning coffee with the 'Posse', and today was a breakfast day. So, we grabbed towels and headed to the café. Mostly we saw the same folks as the prevous day, but there were a couple of resident neighbors we hadn't greeted yet and a new couple that was visiting the resort. You could tell the visitors because they had white skinned butts – known as 'cottontails' to fulltime nudists – the same as Sarah.


After a good breakfast and a couple of cups of coffee, quality time with the newspaper makes for a great start to any day. And we used the rest of the day to do exactly like the day before, relax and enjoy. Lunch and our afternoon were uneventful. For supper we mixed up some stir-fry, then turned on HBO again before bedtime.

At bedtime Sarah turned to me "Gus, I don't want to argue and I don't want to fight. You are sleeping in the bed tonight. I'll be there, too. We walk around naked all day together. I've seen you hard and soft. We have been nude together in front of dozens of other people ... we can certainly share the bed and get a good night's sleep. Besides, I think both of us are a little lonely and we'll enjoy the presence of someone we love."

"Sarah, I'm not against it, I just don't want you to be uncomfortable, if you are sure, I will – but you need to promise to let me know if it does get uncomfortable and let me go back to the couch with no hard feelings?"

Sarah sealed the bargain with "Deal!" and once again, she hugged me and kissed my cheek. Once again, I swelled up and hugged back, this time knowing that she could feel the swelling and I enjoyed knowing that it was ok.

We slept together, slept wonderfully and when I woke up, just as the previous morning, Sarah was already up, had retrieved the paper that my neighbor Millie had placed on my deck and she had also started a pot of coffee. My morning hard-on was of course visible and taken for granted as it had been the day before.

Normally, this would be my Posse day, but instead I took Sarah by the shower stall where Posse meetings take place, introduced her to the guys, and proceeded to the cafe for breakfast again. Sarah was certainly fitting into the routine and the routine of relaxing seemed to suit her well. Again, we spent the day doing the resort things like previous days. One difference was that in the evening, instead of HBO, we took a bottle of wine to the hot tub and enjoyed the starry night. My neighbor Millie and her husband Jack happened by and since they had their wine, we visited as a foursome and drained the bottles before heading back to our trailers.

When we got back, I told Sarah that Millie might be feeling cheated just a bit because she always watches from her kitchen window while I go out for the newspaper. Since it is right there and I always have a morning hard-on, she gets to see it from their breakfast nook because Jack always sleeps in. Sarah laughed and said she did feel like she was being watched in the mornings, but figured it was just newbie-nudist-paranoia.

So we headed to bed after our now habitual goodnight hug.

In the near darkness, Sarah whispered "Gus, I know that you must be behind on taking care of yourself. Don't you normally masturbate?"

"Of course, but I can wait, I'll find some way to get privacy for long enough when I need it."

"No, I want you to do it right now. It is normal, it is natural, and it is not healthy for you to go without." she countered.

"I will if you will." I offered.

"Okay, but you first, though." she insisted.

There was enough ambient light to actually see pretty well. I pushed the sheet down and it was clear that hugging earlier and the present topic had made me quite hard. I expected no response, but said "If you are sure ... " and I reached and grasped my cock. It felt so good to gently pump myself while being watched. After three days of not cumming, it was feeling fantastic that I had been given this opportunity! As I stroked, I thought of our 'smoothie' team, Hank and Kacey. I thought about Millie next door sneaking peeks at my morning wood when I fetched the newspaper. But what really worked to get me off was thinking of Sarah beside me watching my actions. I sped up and arched my back. As I passed the point of no return, I held my breath and shot a couple of streams up to my chest and then began a soft flow over my hand and down my shaft as I relaxed my frame and came back down to reality. I was spent, but felt so energized in the effort. For several seconds I was silent, then I turned toward Sarah and thanked her for her idea and her gentle support.

Sarah smiled. She smiled so wide I could almost hear the smile! She stroked my forehead once and then whispered "My turn."

I turned and watched as Sarah pushed the sheet off of her. She spread her legs and ran her hands up and down each inner thigh. This lasted a good fifteen seconds when she suddenly ended one stroke by running both hands onto her mound, squeezing her thighs over her hands and then opening her legs again. She left her right hand on her mound and began to circle her outer lips, concentrating on the very top of her slit. Every pass over her clit caused her to press downward quite hard, I thought it must almost hurt, but she continued. Then, in ever smaller circles, her first three fingers of her right hand drew closer and closer to her clit until they were incessantly circling that magic button. Her left hand had then moved between her legs as well and her middle finger was tickling her labia and just barely invading her hole as her clit got more and more pressure directly on it.

Sarah's breathing grew more desperate and shallow. Her circling became firmer and faster. And, her invading finger went deeper until it lingered directly on her G-spot. Time stood still as Sarah's hands refused to stop and with a sudden intake of breath, she gasped and moaned, hit by her orgasm. Suddenly she completely stopped and held herself still until her body's spasms receded. 

I returned her gentle gesture by stroking her forehead and cheek. With all the tenderness I have, I thanked her for sharing such an intimate time together and thanked her for being her. 

"I love you." I promised as I leaned toward her and held her until she fell asleep. And I repeated softly "I love you."



Broke Oak: Cousin Sarah Ch. 03



{Note: Please read Broke Oak: Cousin Sarah Chapters 1 and 2 first for this to make the most sense. These stories are from my experiences and I have changed names and obscured some descriptions, but what you read is real.}

*

My cousin Sarah called out of the blue. She wanted to come and visit during one of her mom's trips abroad. School was out (like her mom before her retirement, she teaches high school); her recent divorce was final and the dust settling; and, we had not seen each other in about 10 years.

Sarah had arrived and she and I had crossed that first hurdle of being nude in front of each other. In our younger days, we had been as close as siblings, but it had been years now since we had seen each other, and suddenly here we were, both over sixty, and we were nude with each other and walking around Broke Oak introducing her to friends and showing her the pool, showers, hot tub, social hall, etc.

After a couple more days, Sara's visit was near the half-way mark and she was totally comfortable. In fact, it got so normal that I went golfing one morning with Hank and a couple of the other guys, leaving Sarah on her own -- and all without any sense of fear for Sarah feeling awkward or abandoned.

After golfing, I came back to an anything-but-normal day. When we got out of Hank's Suburban next to the clubhouse, Sarah appeared worried, not frantic, but very concerned. I knew immediately that she needed to talk. So I grabbed my clubs and, with a totally naked cousin Sarah, headed back to my lot. 

When we got inside, I looked at Sarah with an open and concerned feeling. Sarah spoke with a stumble to her speech. "Gus, Linda - I mean Mom, she's had me call her by her first name for thirty years now -- had problems with her trip."

Quickly, I interjected "Is she OK, has there been an accident, did she get sick?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Her plans were to fly to Miami, catch a cruise ship and take it to Aruba, then she was going to be two weeks at a resort, catch another cruise ship back to Miami and fly home."

"Yes," I responded, "what happened?"

"Well, she got to Aruba and the resort cancelled her stay, the ship was over booked, and so she had to fly out today -- at their expense and first class, of course." Sarah rolled her eyes at that last part.

"Well, why did they cancel her resort reservation? That doesn't sound like a good business decision. Do you have to go back to Phoenix to meet her? Wow! This is a real change of plans, heh?"

"Well, the cancelled her reservation because she is single and the resort just sold to new owners that laid down a strict couples-only rule. They are going to cater to only swingers and the company her reservation was with doesn't have any international liability for cancelations -- it is a damn mess!" Sarah paused, looking at me, so I waited for her to go on. "And I don't have to go to Phoenix, because . . . because, she decided to fly here. She didn't want to disrupt our visit by making me go back home early. Gus, what are we going to do, she's coming here -- she lands in about 4 hours!"

"Shit! Well, she's my favorite aunt, so I will love to see her. But what to do about the nudism -- I'm stumped. Maybe we pick her up at the airport and stop for a bite to eat. We simply level with her. We are in our fifties and sixties and she is about eighty, she can maybe handle it. If she says she is not comfortable, we can agree to stay around the house clothed or go on a textile trip around Texas here. What do you think?"

The relief on Sarah's countenance was palpable. "Oh, Gus, you'd do that? You're not angry? I just love you so much!" she said, as she hugged me in a squeeze that almost hurt.

We straightened up the house, got dressed and headed to do some shopping, and still make the airport a good hour away.

Aunt Linda's flight from Houston was actually almost ten minutes early and it truly was good to see her. We hugged, grabbed her luggage and trekked out to the car. 

McCaulley's has some of the best lunches around, so we stopped and had an early supper. We got a booth with privacy and chatted as we waited for our meals.

"So, Aunt Linda, in all your travels, is this the first time you've had a resort cancel your reservation?" I asked.

"Well, yes, at least this close to arrival. The biggest pain in the ass about it was that this was my first trip to Aruba and I really wanted to enjoy it. And the same thing I told Sarah years ago, my name is Linda so quit with the 'Aunt' stuff." She smiled warmly to assure me that she meant to be Linda, not Aunt Linda.

We had agreed that I would 'break the news' to her, so I responded "Okay Linda, okay. We need to tell you something though and we want you to be absolutely assured that you can be open and honest with us about your wishes. The truth is that I live year-round in a nudist resort. I don't have anywhere else to take you. You are absolutely welcome at home, of course, but we want to assure you that we will wear clothes and we can hang around the house -- or, if you would be more comfortable, tomorrow we can head over to the gulf coast or up into the Hill Country and have a vacation within a vacation."

Sarah was worried, embarrassed, and holding her breath. I was a little anxious, but mostly for Sarah's comfort. And I did feel a bit of a heel for putting Linda on the spot, but this conversation had to happen.

Linda looked at me, paused and, quiet as a church mouse, looked at her daughter. I no longer felt like a bit of a heel, now I felt like a complete heel. Linda never said a thing for quite a while, until at last she ventured, "So you mean that your home is inside a nude resort and typically you don't wear clothes and the people outside don't either? And you, Sarah, have been running around naked with Gus and the others that live there?" And her eyes zeroed in directly on Sarah.

Sarah gulped and eased out the words "Yes that is right. I had never been a prude, but had not lived this way before." And with a tone of, not defiance, but resolution she added "And, Linda, it is nothing like folks imagine, it really is a wonderful way of living."

The ball was definitely in Linda's court at this time.

When the waitress brought our food it seemed to both exaggerate and end the silence. The next exchanged were about passing salt, requesting drink refills, and commenting on first bites.

Thankfully, Linda then eased the tension with "Look, let's just go home, unpack, and relax and see how things work out?"

Partly from hunger, but mostly from relief, Sarah and I both assented and we had a great lunch while catching up on the part of Linda's trip that was successful before Aruba.

I paid the tab; we loaded ourselves into the car and set off on the way home. The ride was somewhat quiet. Sarah sat in the back seat and Linda sat up front with me, just as we had when we left the airport. Because I was occupied with driving and also because of the seating, neither Sarah nor I could really see Linda well enough to detect her demeanor. I just assumed that she was doing OK.

Let me take a moment to describe folks here. All the folks on my Mom's side of the family (which obviously includes her sister Linda) are a relatively healthy group. They tend to be tall and slender and most of them seem to live long, healthy lives. Linda was nearing or at eighty and looked and appeared younger because of her tall and erect stature, evident vitality, and generally cheerful countenance. She stood almost five foot, ten inches and I imagine she weighed under one seventy-five. Her hips were those of a child bearing woman and her breasts appeared small. While her face had wrinkles, they were wrinkles of smiles and activity. The women in the family were naturally quite attractive. I could easily see Sarah's looks inherited mostly from Linda.

When we got to the gate, I entered the gate code and stated the obvious "Well, we're here" as I drove in.

With the nervousness of the unknown, Sarah and I were not surprised that at least eight of our friends were out and walking about in the nude, waving at us as we drove to my home. Linda simply looked this way and that as we navigated the one and a half block trip.

Fortunately, we exited the car and got into the house with further nude encounters. After getting the ladies inside, Sarah showed Linda to the bedroom while I went out and retrieved Linda's luggage.

I showed Linda some empty dresser drawers she could unpack to and she shooed us nto the front room so she could unpack. In the front room, I told Sarah I would make out the hide-a-bed at nights and she and her mom could have the bedroom. I grieved the loss of intimacy Sarah and I had developed, because since we had been sharing a bed we had been mutually masturbating together for a few nights at this point and that would clearly end.

We puttered around the kitchen for a few minutes putting some iced tea and glasses out so we could have 'the talk' that we knew was coming. Both of were silently convinced that the new-found openness to our cousin-relationship had come to a screeching halt. In the meantime, we heard drawer openings and closings, and hustle and bustle out of the bedroom.

About five minutes after the last sound we heard, we had looked at each other and were almost to the point of starting to worry. But just before either of us moved, we looked up just as a very naked Linda walked in from the hallway carrying a towel. 

"So when are you two going to get nude with me?" Linda asked.

"Linda, we didn't think . . ." I started but was interrupted with --

"Mom! You're naked!" Sarah stated the obvious.

"We are at a nude resort aren't we?" Linda returned.

I noticed something unexpected beside the sudden nudity and I stood speechless unable to pin it down. As silence dominated the moment, it finally dawned on me . . .

"Linda, you look great, but you're very tanned and you DON'T have any tan lines??" I finally spurted out. I actually was also starting to note that Linda looked pretty good for someone about eighty! Her breasts sagged, of course, but being small, they were beautiful. Linda's body had wrinkle here and there, but I knew folks in their fifties that didn't look in as good of shape as her. 

As I noticed that her pubic hair was trimmed very short and very neatly, Sarah piped in "Mom -- I mean Linda -- how did you get so tanned?"

Linda laughed and sat on her towel and explained "I have been a nudist for thirty years or more. My vacations are always nude vacations. This tan was topped off on the cruise ship, a nude cruise. The place I was going in Aruba was a nude resort, but just before I got there changed to a nude and swingers couples-only resort -- I was seriously pissed, I'd have had a great time there, would of got my ticket punched for sure!"

Sarah sat stunned; gradually I began to build into a deep laugh, which drew a curt look from Linda. "No, no," I insisted "I'm not laughing AT you. I'm laughing at us. We were sitting here thinking you might want to go elsewhere or hole up indoors here and you walk in bare assed and telling us to get with it! This is wonderful! So, Sarah, how about we get naked and take Linda to the pool?"

So went our first evening. Linda the closet nudist mixed with our friends and acquaintances and we had a great time. We came home and made supper, then went back about dark to sit in the hot tub with a glass or two of wine. Life was great.

When we got back to the house, we sat in the front room with a final glass of wine.

"So I can sleep out here on the couch, Gus. Does it make into a bed? If not, I can do with just the cushions." Linda offered.

"Hell no, I'll sleep here, you two ladies get the bedroom."

Sarah quickly urged Linda to join her in the bedroom "Linda, Gus is right, you need to be in the bed. Come sleep with me and Gus is OK on the couch."

Linda looked me in the eye and asked (both of us really) "Gus, where have you been sleeping?"

As soon as I glanced at Sarah and realized that Linda saw me do it, I knew that she knew. I made the bold decision to come clean with her. "Linda, I started out sleeping on the couch, but Sarah felt bad about displacing me and refused to stay unless I either let her sleep on the couch or we shared the bed Platonically, that is. So, yes, we have been sleeping together, but not exactly 'sleeping together' if that makes sense."

"It makes sense, and if the bed was large enough, I'd insist that we do the same thing -- I sleep on the couch or we all sleep in the bed. But, it isn't, so let me sleep on the couch and you two continue to enjoy the sharing. And just how is it that you two can share a bed and not get sexy, anyway?"

As I gulped and looked at Sarah, she opened up and offered "Linda, we don't want to do anything incestuous, we're cousins, of course. But we also are two, free adults and -- well -- we do share sex in that we have taken some natural things in stride, sort of."

"Like what?"

"Well, it is normal and natural for Gus to get erections. Men just do. When he does, he doesn't hide them and I don't make fun or scold him. In fact I admire them. Also, we both know that we both masturbate, so we do so most nights, in the same bed, just accepting that it is normal behavior. Sometimes, we even give each other a little help -- and sometimes we will do it at other times than night time. We just do normal things. I love playing with Gus' penis and when he touches me, I feel very feminine, desirable, and appreciated."

I had to get into this conversation too. "Linda, if I've done anything to offend you or hurt your feelings, I'm sorry - - "

"Hurt?? Are you crazy? I am an old woman and was going to a nude resort to have a hot time, why would you two kids doing normal and natural things hurt me? I'm glad you have such nice folks to intimate with! I think you ought to say 'the hell with it' and go ahead and have sex, too!"

Sarah and I were both stunned and speechless for a moment, but soon Sarah responded with "Mom, I mean Linda, whatever --- who knows, we might have eventually, hey, we might still, eventually. But we are just comfortable the way things are now. Let's all just enjoy, Okay? And you sleep in here with me? Maybe I'll go out to the front room and tuck Gus in at nights, too?" as she winked.

"Well, I suppose, but if I start feeling like I'm interfering, I'll go book a different resort. And maybe there are some old guys here, maybe some singles -- I could use some action" Linda added with a smile. Then she went on "and I don't want you hiding any hard-ons from me, Gus, I can still whip your butt for bad behavior!" And I knew she'd likely try, too.

I didn't know of any single, older gents her age, but I sure hoped that Linda enjoyed herself. Later, as the ladies headed to the bedroom, I pulled the hide a bed out and made it up so I could get some good sleep. 

The next morning, I woke up with my usual spring in my step and a hard on pointing North. I got out of bed and, as we had become accustomed, I saw that Sarah had wakened first and was sitting at the kitchen table pouring coffee for Linda as my aunt took in the first appearance of Mr. Happy during her visit.

"That's a very nice salute, Gus. I see why Sarah wanted y'all to live very naturally; it makes my morning start out cheerful enough." Linda beamed as she went on "I may tuck you in myself a night or two."

And I grabbed my coffee mug, pulled up a chair, and we began our first full day at Broke Oak resort. Would the day be like the 'Three Stooges' or 'Three Musketeers?' Time would tell.

-- - -

We passed our day quite well. Linda and Sarah had, of course, each learned an entirely new aspect of the other one's life. It is strange that as the independent observer I was able to also see that certain things about their nudism were strangely similar. Both ladies had a unique stretch of their shoulders they did every time they first sat down or when they sat upright from having laid down. The stretch centered from their left shoulder and jutted their breasts forward in a way that caused a tempting jiggle. And while Sarah had less sag, both had beautiful breasts and I cold see Sarah's in twenty years when I saw Linda's. While Sarah was now a 'smoothie', her pubic hair pattern and trim-job when she first arrived at Broke Oak were identical to what Linda had.

That night when we all went to bed, Sarah did come in to 'tuck me in.' While we didn't do any mutual masturbation this night -- and I was starting to miss it after three days (or nights) -- we cuddled a bit and whispered our shared missing of our intimacy. Sarah and I talked about whether we might some day 'cross the line' and have sex. We both confessed to a strong desire, and a matching fear of the unknown. On the next day, we did all the usual, but during the height of the temperature onslaught, the South Texas sun and repairmen working on the pool pump drove us inside for the afternoon. We stopped in the clubhouse and looked at the DVD library, but all we found of any interest was a foreign film. The film's story told of girls at a French boarding school and had a great deal of overt lesbian undertones, eroticism, and outright sex.

As we sat watching, of course I could not prevent the inevitable erection. And of course Sarah on the couch and Linda in the recliner chair next to mine could not help but notice. As the movie went to what appeared to be a long travelling scene, Linda directed to Sarah "I see what you mean about wanting to be so normal and natural with Gus. It has been forever that I have been able to just enjoy looking at a man in everyday situations, nude and aroused. Let me enjoy this moment." And with that, Linda reached over and gently took hold of my hard shaft.

"Linda!" Sarah blurted, "what the hell are you doing? You can't just go grab his penis."

"I didn't grab it, I'm feeling it - Admiring it, actually." And Linda smiled as she gave her full attention back to my good-buddy.

After the on-screen travelling, the action came to a very hot hotel scene with fairly graphic sex. My erection became only more determined, and I subconsciously gripped my shaft ever so slightly to try to recognize its existence as well as its insistence. I was glued to the screen, but movement to my right distracted me and I looked. Linda was gently touching her breast at the nipple with her left hand and her right hand was in her pubic hair pressing her mound just above the vulva's cleft. She was not moving much or even fast, but her gentle movements had a rhythm that could only be a gentle and sweet masturbation.

I glanced at Sarah and saw that she had bunched up part of the towel she sat on and was flexing her thighs around it. 

Both ladies were watching the TV, though I felt that at least Linda was watching me out of the side of her vision. I was pretty sure that if I said anything, the 'magic' would be interrupted and this would all end. So I kept my mouth shut and stroked myself a little more aggressively and openly. Soon, I heard sounds of moist skin from Linda's direction. I could hear my own sounds of my fist bumping into my cock head as it went up the shaft. Sarah was silent in her physical motion, but her breathing certainly gave her away. Peaks neared and pressures built as three senior citizens continued an unplanned Jack and Jill party. The story on the screen had long since moved to other scenes, but we continued -- now all of us were involved in the action in the room.

I had actually come close and restrained myself a couple of times, but I heard Sarah making sounds that were unmistakably signs of orgasm. Though she was keeping relatively quiet, the knowledge that she was cumming put me over and I gasped as I put a line of cum a good twelve inches up my chest, three more following -- each about half the distance of its predecessor. I noticed that Linda was focused directly on my spurting and as she saw my cum the uttered a "DAMN!" and began to flex her abdomen in her own orgasm. 




Broke Oak: Cousin Sarah Ch. 03



Linda's hips shuddered and her breathing became very rapid as she ground her hand into her pubic hair and held her thighs tightly together.

As our orgasms passed, we all leaned back and breathed long, deep breaths to recover. I seldom do this and don't know why I did this time, but I took two fingers and ran them through a puddle of cum on my belly and put them to my mouth.

"You did NOT just do that in front of me!" Linda said and she leaned over and got her own fingers well coated with sperm, then sucked them clean with an audible "Ahhhhh."

Sarah added "Gus, that is so sexy, I have wanted to do that when we have been helping each other those nights . . I just never knew how you'd take it." For good public relations, I took another scoop, with my left hand, and leaned over to Sarah and let her lick my fingers, which she did with an "Ummmmh."

Linda said "Well, I guess we have taken the three of us into that 'normal and natural' stuff you were talking about Sarah. If we keep behaving like this, Gus, I may just move in with you here." After a few moments of silence, Linda went on "I can see also, that I need to join the ranks of the 'smoothies.' Am I on my own, or will you help me, Gus?"

"Linda, I'd be happy to help you -- just figure when you have about fifteen to twenty minutes. Do you want it gone-gone, or just clipped and trimmed smaller?"

"Gone! It seems to be the prevailing style in this place and I've enjoyed it when I've tried it in the past. Feels good just hanging out smooth, but sex when smooth is fantastic."

This earned a startled throat clearing from Sarah, to which Linda responded with a tilt of her smiling face.

The movie had ended by this time and I announced that I needed to hit the community showers and take a dip if the pool was repaired. So I rose up, grabbed my towel, and lent a hand to each of the ladies when they said they wanted to join me. I decided to walk to the showers with my dried-cum covered chest instead of yanking it off of what chest hair I do have. And with that, I proudly walked down to the community showers with my aunt and cousin who were both now masturbation partners and soon to make a family threesome of 'smoothies' together. Life was good.

After we took showers, we had dips in the pool and the hot tub, before showering and returning home for supper. It seemed that times we were silent, were not awkward at all, but rather ended up being times that helped draw us closer together. We became increasingly comfortable being together, and that felt great.

After a basically uneventful evening on TV, in the same seats we masturbated in earlier, we all headed to bed. The ladies each hugged me good night and headed to the bedroom while I made the couch out to a bed and climbed under the sheet.

I had not been asleep long when I felt the sheet move and the bed give under the weight of another body. Sarah got in bed with me and cuddled up against me.

"Gus, I can't tell you how happy I am that you are OK with Linda being here and that things are going so smooth for all of us."

I turned my head and kissed her forehead, then "Sarah, I am having a wonderful time and it isn't charity to enjoy this, it is the way things ought to be among us."

Sarah, pushed me back onto my back and said "Almost.." as she drew her leg over my hips to straddle me. "Gus, I have decided that we are old enough to enjoy our destiny. You and Linda had me so hot all day today. Gus, I am going to take you right now, not because you say I can, but because I need you so badly." And as she said this, her moist labia spread around the head of my penis and slowly, but steadily, she sank down onto my pelvis. My dick did not enter her as much as she engulfed me. I could feel the heat of Sarah's desire as it clearly captured my shaft inch by inch.

When Sarah had taken me completely inside her, I was so very glad it was dark and she could not see my tears. Yes, even as a man, I was touched at the intensity of her love that she wanted this intimacy between us. We both were frozen in time for several long moments. The beauty of the feeling -- her around my cock, and me within her pussy, was overwhelming to both of us. Gradually, Sarah shifted her hips so slightly, so gently. She was pressing her mound into my pubic bone to stimulate her clit. I flexed my glutes to rhythmically increase her sensations and soon our rhythms were synchronized. Sarah's back and forth motion alone caused enough in and out effect for me that I began to build to an orgasm. I whispered that I was getting close.

"Me, too" Sarah responded and placed her left hand to her mound, increasing her breathing. Her tempo increased and when I realized that I could not hold back any longer, Sarah also whimpered and began to shudder rapidly as an orgasm wracked her frame. 

Her orgasm put me over the top and I groaned as I felt my semen erupt into her pussy. I wish I could say that I came gallons or even quarts, but we all know that is bullshit. However, I did feel myself spurt at least three good shots inside her. The added hot moisture made the union of our bodies hot, liquid, slick, and somehow softer. I quickly lost my hard-on and when Sarah bent forward onto my chest, spent, our sexual connection was broken and cool air flowed over my spent cock.

Again, a few tears flowed as I held Sarah, but this time they were her tears. I kissed her hair and held her tightly while she came back to earth. When her breathing had returned to normal and her muscles relaxed, I kissed Sarah again and rolled her to the side where we fell asleep in each others' arms.

And it was side by side that Linda found us in the morning when she got up. She padded quietly through to the kitchen, began making coffee, and waited quietly for us to wake up.

First, I stirred, then my movement obviously roused Sarah and we stretched, kissed, hugged, then I whispered "We may as well, go face the music - -" meaning a kitchen full of Linda.

"What do you mean? She's the one that convinced me I needed to get into your bed last night!" Sarah responded smiling broadly.

And we got up and staggered into the kitchen stretching and reaching for coffee mugs, huge smiles on our faces to greet our aunt and mother.

So for the rest of their visit, Sarah slept with me and most every night we made sweet love. The three of us masturbated together several times and Sarah and I had the pleasure of initiating Linda into the Smoothies Club by shaving her completely, much to the joined pleasure of all three of us.

As their visit ended, we were a closer family unit than we had been for years. And we shared commitments to visit together both there in Phoenix and here in Texas each year.