14 comments/ 189444 views/ 48 favorites Secret Nudists and a Family Secret By: MatthewVett My vibrator buzzed away eagerly between my thighs. My panties hung loose around one ankle, and the chair was soaked from my juices as I traced figure-eights against my clitoris with the powerful shaft in my hands. I had been at it for almost an hour; sweat covered my face and chest, my skin was flushed, my breathing deep and rapid. I had already orgasmed six, maybe seven times, but I was hungry for more; I was insatiable tonight. I caressed my sensitive nipples, pinching them, teasing me. I thrust nine inches of vibrating pleasure into my bucking hips as I felt another wave of orgasm that I had been patiently building up come crashing down over me. My whole body quivered, my legs weakened, a flush of warmth spread out from my pussy through me as pulses of pleasure courses through my exhausted frame. I moaned out loudly, wordlessly, the ecstasy escaping my body, beyond my control. Slowly, the pleasure waned and only my satisfied exhaustion remained, panting on my now-moist chair. I sighed deeply and contentedly as I put aside my soiled vibrator and kicked aside my wet panties, replacing them with a clean, dry pair of pink boy-cut undies. That was incredible, I thought to myself. My knees were still tingling; I doubted whether I could even walk. I turned my attention back to my computer, still brazenly displaying the pictures to which I had so recently been pleasuring myself. I had always had a fascination with public nudity: it seemed so natural, so innocent, so lacking in the self-consciousness and artificiality that seemed to plague everyone I met. I was too shy to try it myself, but I constantly fantasized about visiting a nudist colony or being trapped on a deserted island with only hunky, nude islanders for company, or being invisible and visiting the men's locker room at the gym. Even when people weren't nudists, their embarrassment, their helplessness, the fact that everyone around was watching them, an audience of onlookers observing their naked bodies...oooh, it was enough to make me want to get out my vibrator again... I had been checking out a nudism website, whose galleries were one of my favorite places to visit when I needed some pictures for a little..."inspiration," shall we say? Even though I had temporarily satisfied my body's cravings, I figured there was no harm in window-shopping. Maybe I'd find some pictures to inspire a new fantasy or save for next time. I scrolled through the photos: couples strolling naked along the beach, young men and women together nude, playing volleyball or having fun, families enjoying themselves together, people completely oblivious to the nakedness around them that would drive me wild with desire... And then I came to it. Have you ever been walking around a big city and seen a stranger, no different from anyone else, but just, something about them...you wonder whether it's a friend of yours, but that's impossible: you're hundreds of miles from home, what are the odds? That strange suspicion of recognition, that's what I felt when I looked at that picture. It showed a guy and a girl. They were facing away from the camera, talking to each other. The girl had her back to the camera. Her hair was long, sleek, and black. Her butt was tight and flattish, although she had wider hips. I couldn't see her face at all: the angle was all wrong. The guy was taller with olive skin and short, black hair. His dick was just barely visible at that angle, a soft, circumcised manhood with a nice head. He was wearing sunglasses and had a visible beard and a moustache. He was looking to his side, at the girl, and happily talking with her. It couldn't be them. It couldn't be. My neighbors? My neighbors are nudists?! I couldn't be sure from that picture. I checked to see who had uploaded it; maybe they had more. I clenched my thighs together, relishing the possibilities. They had only moved in about two months ago: a mother and father and three kids, two girls, one boy. I guessed they were a step-family, since the girls all looked Asian, while the guys were white. I had seen them around a few times, in their yard or walking along the street. I had talked to the boy for a while once. I had been coming home from a walk when I ran into him a few blocks away from our houses. He had been coming out of a convenience store as I was walking in for a drink. "Oh hey, you're my neighbor, right?" he asked with a welcoming smile. "I'm bad at recognizing people, I hope I have the right person." "Ya, I'm Keira," I said, shaking his hand and studying his face. The first time I saw him he struck me as a cruel man, but striking. His hair was bit tussled, a bit messy, and dark. His amber eyes had been disinterested and piercing, his lips impassive...combined with his Che Guevara-esque beard he looked like a Russian agent. I could easily picture James Bond shooting him at the end of a movie. His nose was elegant and straight, very imperial. His face was a little thin. But when he smiled, his whole face lit up and rounded out. His golden-brown eyes filled with innocence and warmth. He looked like a whole other person - from KGB to teddy bear. "Matthew," he replied. "What's up? Doing a little shopping?" "Oh ya," he replied, lifting up the bag in his hand, "I wanted to go for a walk. I was getting too cooped up indoors." I peered through the thin plastic and arched an eyebrow. "You read Cosmo?" He fumbled around for words rather adorably. "No, it's for my sister, not me. She wanted it and since I was going out anyway I picked it up. She wanted some cigs, too, but I told her I wouldn't buy those for her, so I grabbed her some batteries, instead." "Well, aren't you a good brother," I commented. "But what are the batteries for?" "Oh, um, video games? Ya, she plays video games when she's stressed, so I figured I'd get her some batteries to make it up to her." I smiled. He was lying, but he was a cute, bad liar. The way his cheeks tinged with blush and he bit his lip... "That's nice of you. Mind waiting a second so I can grab a drink and I'll walk home with you?" "Oh sure, I'll be right here," he said. "Take all the time you need." I strolled in, greeted mercifully with a blast of cool AC. I sighed in relief before walking over to the coolers and grabbing a drink. I paid and walked out to see Matthew reading the magazine he had just bought. I quietly walked behind him and leaned in over his shoulder. "So you do like Cosmo, huh?" He turned around startled. "No, I was just...bored, waiting for you. You took too long. Are you ready yet?" he asked, trying to save face with faked exasperation. "Sure," I said, grinning at him, "let's head home." After we started walking, I asked him why his family moved. "Well the family just grew, and we didn't really have enough room in the old house, so my mom and dad decided to get some place bigger. We didn't move that far, just a few towns, so most of my friends are still in the area. Well, my home friends, anyway. Most of my friends are from college now, so I don't get to see them much when I'm home. Come to think of it, you're the first person I know in this town outside of my family, Keira," he explained. "I've lived in Hananiah all my life; I think you'll like it. It's a bit small, but there's still fun stuff to do," I commented. My eyes drifted downwards to his crotch for a quick glance. I could see a nice-sized bulge in those jeans of his. I wondered whether a shy guy like this knew how to use it. "What's that pin on your belt loop?" I asked, nodding towards a blue pin with a black microscope on it that he was wearing. He looked at it and answered, "Oh, it's for this musician I really like: Cynthia Lin. Her last CD was Microscope, hence the pin design." He smiled and continued, "She's really nice and talented. You should check her out." So, he likes musicians, huh? "Sounds cool. I play the theremin. Ever heard of it?" I asked. His face lit up. "Seriously? Wow, that's so awesome! I've always wanted to learn how to play one. I've only played one once, at this science museum. You'll have to teach me how to play sometime," he said breathlessly as we came up on our houses. "Sure, anytime. I'll talk to you later, I guess. See ya, Matt!" I hadn't talked to him since then. Maybe I should pay him a visit... The page loaded, taking me out of my memories. The picture had been uploaded by...Epiiplusone. Well great, that answered all my questions... What a terribly unspecific username. Why couldn't it be their name and address or something useful? I opened their profile. Hm, not much personal information... Female, 20s, but what's this? My, my, they had uploaded a few other pictures: perfect. I opened them ravenously, hoping they'd confirm my suspicions. But picture after picture, faces were hidden, by angles, by sunglasses, by hats and by other people. I couldn't be certain it was them. It looked like them... One picture of three young adults looked like pretty damning evidence. The guy and a girl with longer hair were both facing away, water pouring down their glowing, tanned bodies. But the other girl, whose hair was shorter, was turned a bit to the side. Her hair was black with some red streaks in it: I remember the neighbor girl's hair was dyed, though I couldn't remember the color... That chest had to be hers, though. They were huge, Ds at least, and I'd bet a back-ache a piece. She was pressing them against the guy to her right, their massive heft nevertheless firm and perky. There couldn't be many Asian girls with chests like that, and I knew my neighbor was one of them. The day she moved in I almost walked into a telephone pole watching them bounce and jiggle as she walked inside. I squeezed my own Bs and silently cursed her. They weren't bad...they were petite and beautiful and delicious and pert and every other adjective that my boyfriends could think of, but it wouldn't hurt to have cleavage. I wished I had paid more attention to my neighbors. Maybe then I'd be sure... I looked out my window into the night. My window faced the boy's bedroom, so every so often I'd get a peek at him, but he usually kept his blinds shut. They had a nice backyard; I used to be friends with the old neighbors, so I knew they had a large pool and Jacuzzi, but tall, thick bamboo blocked the view of the yard in all directions. Matthew's lights were out right now. I opened the window for some fresh air and could faintly hear splashing and voices, too quiet to make out the words. Were they skinny-dipping? Were they naked right now, only yards away from me? My body flooded with warmth and my cheeks burnt as my fantasies ran wild. I could only imagine them all nude in the summer air, water dripping off their toned bodies, beautiful gods and goddesses. Free, exposed bodies... That guy and his sisters totally revealed, oblivious to the effect they'd have on me, unaware they should even hide their nudity... And I could just slip out of my clothes and...snap out of it, Keira... I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Maybe they were naked, but summer was just beginning...I'd have plenty of time to find out the truth... But for now... I grabbed my vibrator again and switched it on, pulling up those suspicious pictures of my possible neighbors... I was going to enjoy myself. That weekend I decided to go over Matthew's house and see what I could uncover. I looked myself over in the mirror, hoping he'd find me attractive. My skin was, if I did say so myself, a delicious tan, the color of hot chocolate on a winter morn, and just as tempting: a gift of my half-Filipina ancestry. My long black hair was wavy and went down to my firm, petite, perky breasts: a beautiful pair of Bs. My eyes were large and dark, full of sensuality and life. My teeth were a shining white and I smiled often to take advantage of them. I was wearing a purple scarf of mine, knee-high boots, black leggings, and a colorfully speckled short dress, topped off with a denim jacket. Underneath I was wearing a black thong and a pink bra. I usually wore boxers or boy-cut panties, but I didn't want any panty-lines with the leggings. If not for the fact that they went translucent when I bent over I'd just go commando, but I didn't want to give anyone a show because I dropped a pencil. "You look good," said Rico, my brother, as he walked past. "Dressed up for something special?" "You could say that," I replied, admiring myself in the mirror. I puckered my lips and kissed my reflection. Ya, I was hott. Time to go seduce some information out of Matthew. I headed next door and knocked on the large, red door. After a pause, the door was answered by a young woman. She was my height, but perhaps a bit thicker. She was of East Asian descent with a gorgeous pair of amber, almond eyes. They were currently slightly closed, annoyed at my intrusion. Her sleek, ebony hair was the same length as mine, but perfectly straight. She wore a black choker, highlighting her collarbone. Her cheekbones were striking and her cheeks were lightly dusted with red. Her skin was light and her chest flat, but glancing down, I could see two hard tips poking through her light yellow shirt. Was she not wearing a bra? Then again, I thought, she didn't much need one, and she was at home. I usually threw my bra off the second I got in the door, myself. "Hi, I'm your neighbor, Keira? I was wondering if Matthew was home. He told me to stop by sometime," I said, smiling, hoping this girl would do the same. I tried to avoid staring too much, but inwardly I was furiously curious whether she were the same girl from the photos. She nodded at me, "My name is Baoqing. Nice to meet you." She was fiddling with a pen in her hand. "Matthew is upstairs." She pointed towards the stairs with the pen. "Go upstairs and into the second door on your left." "Thanks," I said, beaming, but she only watched me passively as I walked upstairs. Second door on the left, I thought to myself, pushing up the door and walking inside. The room was empty. I wondered where Matthew was. Oh well, maybe I could find something interesting... The walls were navy blue, while his bed sheets and pillow covers were a subdued cinnabar. He had a desk with a computer and, I noticed, a box of tissues and hand lotion not far away. I smirked as I imagined him sitting at his desk, jerking away to his fantasies and porn, until jet after jet of thick, white cum spurted out all over his hot, sweaty body...mmmm... I briefly wished I could leave a nude picture of myself behind for his encouragement and inspiration... He had an impressive bookshelf as well. One shelf was devoted to a Nintendo DS, games, and some movies, but the other three were solidly books. I started checking out what he had. Empires of the Word, The Master and Margarita, a bunch of James Bond novels...hm, The Man Who Loved China? Interesting, I wondered whether he had Yellow Fever. Must be awkward with Asian stepsisters... Ada, or Ardor-the door opened behind me. I hurriedly stood up and turned to see Matthew entering, a towel on his head, and nothing on his body. He was drying off his hair, the towel covering his eyes. I could only stand there in silence at the sight before me. His skin was still moist and slightly pinked from the hot water. His chest was hairy and broad, his arms and legs muscled. He had an achingly delicious happy trail leading down to his cock, where my eyes were riveted. It was soft, but tumescent. He was circumcised and thick. The head of his cock was a good size, bigger than most, but not too huge. It was so delicate and cute, I wanted to hold it and suckle it and make it grow and grow until he- "Keira?" asked Matthew, setting the towel on his shoulders. "What are you doing here?" I struggled to maintain eye contact as he sat down on his bed. How could he be so nonchalant? I was glad my dark skin hid my blush; otherwise I'd be beet red. "Your sister Baoqing let me in. I just wanted to stop by and chat," I said. "Oh, it's good to see you. Do you want to sit down?" he asked, patting the bed beside him. "I'm fine standing." That'd be way too dangerous...no way could I keep my hands off that thing if I were that close... I smiled at him, "I just wanted to talk with you a bit more." "Oh? What about?" he asked. I leaned in, pressing my arms in, making sure he could get a great view down my dress. If you've got 'em, flaunt 'em. I was rewarded with him swallowing nervously. "Well I just really wanted to know about you, your personal life, your family... Tell me about you. We've been neighbors for all this time and we're still strangers, isn't that sad?" "Well, I have two sisters: Baoqing and Eva. Our parents got married about half a year ago... I get along a lot better with Bao, but Eva's nice, too." "Do you guys do stuff together?" "What? No. What?" he asked, a bit startled. "Really? You don't like, go to the beach, swim, stuff like that?" I asked, silently adding, 'naked?' "Oh, that! Ya, they love the beach. I do, too..." He seemed to be remembering something fondly as he trailed off. I noticed his manhood awakening. It looked a little bit bigger, and I noticed it twitching with his heartbeats as it grew and thickened. I gasped quietly. "Tell me more about it," I insisted. "Well, we actually met at a beach. My dad took me to this cabin they owned and we spent my birthday weekend there. It was fun...really, really fun... It was good for Bao and I. We really...bonded that weekend. I'm not sure we'd be as close if not for that trip." "Such a close family... You must really care about your sisters." "Ya...ya, I do," he said, a bit wistfully. "But what about you? Tell me a bit about you. What do you do for fun?" I smiled, trying to think of things that would say 'fun,' but not 'slutty.' "Well, I like to party a bit, nothing too wild. I love playing hockey, I'm a big video game geek, to be honest," I said, noticing with satisfaction that his eyes lit up as I said that. "Oh, and I love to swim, especially, well..." I faked a shy giggle and covered my mouth with my hands before looking up at him with my big, brown, beautiful eyes, staring deep into his amber ones, "you know...without a suit..." "Oh ya?" he said, trying to fake disinterest, but oh-so-obviously interested. I could see his cock rapidly stiffening, beginning to point up towards me. It was torture keeping my lips off of it... God he was a cute liar... "Ya, I just feel so comfortable being nude...don't you agree?" I asked. Come on, admit it, you're naked right now for God's sake...admit you're a nudist, admit those were your pictures, admit I masturbated to you for hours last night... "I guess sometimes, ya," he admitted, averting his eyes from me. His cock was now rock hard, jutting towards the sky, its thick shaft red, its veins engorged... I bet I could make him cum in a minute if I had him all to myself... "You mean like now?" I said, nodding towards his manhood. "What?" He suddenly noticed his nudity and his extraordinarily visible hardness. He covered his manhood with both hands and blushed. "I'm so sorry, Keira, I didn't realize I was...that I was naked. Um, just let yourself out, can you?" I smirked and winked. "Sure, it was nice talking to you." I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me, stealing once last glance at his tight little butt. I was about to leave when I noticed the next room's door was open, with no one around. I hadn't found out anything yet, after all. Maybe I should... I slipped in. The walls were black, as was the bed. The desk was massive. On one end of it was what looked like the lovechild of a lazy susan and a sheet music holder, currently holding three open books. I thought Matthew had some nice bookshelving, but this room had a whole wall dedicated to books. On the walls were sketches and drawings, mostly people, often faceless, clumsily taped up without frames or art. I walked up to one that had a small heart scribbled in the corner. It was a centurion, or some sort of Roman soldier, though only the body had been done. Through the nearby window I could see the town's watertower. On the desk was a leather-clad book. I picked it up and flipped through. It was filled with hand-written entries, marked with dates. A diary! This would be useful... I turned to the first page. Secret Nudists and a Family Secret "Matthew! Are you out of the shower?" called Baoqing from downstairs. I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Shit... I stashed the book under my shirt and zipped up my jacket. I darted out of the room and met Baoqing on the stairs. "Oh, hello Keira. Did you speak with Matthew?" "Ya, I did, thanks, but I have to go now, sorry bye!" I rambled, hurrying down the steps and back home. Once I got home, the first thing I did was open up the diary. Well, truthfully, the first thing I did was get out my vibrator and ravage myself while thinking about Matthew... His total naivety about his own nudity, the way he hadn't even noticed it or the effect he had on me. Was he a nudist, or just a ditz? I masturbated furiously, imagining a scene in my mind. Matthew and I were at a nude beach, both of us revealed to the world and each other, even my always-hidden petite cocoa breasts were left bared to the sunshine, feeling perfectly secure in Matthew's strong arms, nuzzling my cheek against his broad, hairy chest... His soft, thick cock pressed gently, tenderly against my thighs. His innocent, amber eyes looked only at me, ignoring the dozens of other naked bodies surrounding us, as though only he and I existed in the whole world. My heart fluttered beneath my breasts and I blushed bright red from his body so close to me. "Are you alright, Keira?" he asked, oblivious to his effect. (I had decided to make him both a nudist and a ditz for this particular fantasy...) "I am, thank you," I replied, pressing my hardened nipples against him, their hard tips grazing against his chest, feeling his cock growing into my thigh, getting hard and stiff against me, throbbing urgently just bare inches from my waiting, moistening pussy. "Oooh," I cooed, feeling his lengthening manhood. "Mmm, you feel like you could use some help, though..." "Right here? Right now?" he asked, hesitant, yet excited. We were surrounded by beachgoers. Dozens of men and women were sunbathing, walking, and swimming around us. I pushed him onto the towel and straddled him. "Right here. Right now." I took his firm, throbbing cock in my hands, guiding it between my wet, swollen lips. The people around us stopped and stared. A whole crowd circled around us, watching our every move, wishing they were us, wishing they were so bold and so brave, envying us, wanting to be us. Men got hard and began to stroke themselves, women's pussies moistened as they rubbed. His thick hardness filled me up. It was huge inside me. I rode him slowly, gently, afraid of hurting myself while impaled upon his shaft. I rocked back and forth, savoring the feeling of him throbbing within me. Matthew moaned beneath me, his own pleasure building with mine. I could feel my orgasm coming. I began to wildly caress my body, my chest, my nipples, while I thrust the vibrator in and out of my pussy as quickly as I could. I closed my eyes tightly, tilted my head back, and screamed in ecstasy as waves of pleasure shot through my body, wrapping me in a blanket of sweet sensations. From the tips of my fingers and toes all the way to my heart, it felt as though I were being shocked with electricity. Slowly, the waves subsided, and I was left satiated, wet, and exhausted. Satisfied, I turned my attentions towards the diary. I wiped my hands, opened it to a page near the beginning, and began to read. June 20, 2010 Cara Diary, I believe I have met someone who shall become important to me. Let me call him Adeodatus, for he truly is like a gift from god. You cannot imagine what a beam of sunlight this is for me. I have always known I did not have a plethora of friends, but until now, I do not believe I truly realized how alone I was, but now, at this moment of darkness, I have found a companion. Adeodatus... He is wonderful. Intelligent, handsome, funny, caring... We only met a few days ago, but I feel our minds have been in communication for years. He really gets me. I can really be sincere with him. I know I can be a hard person to be around. I think I use snark and sarcasm as ways to express myself without opening up, but with him, I can open up and be sincere. Imagine, me, going on like this, as though I were my little sister. I can hardly believe it. But maybe it is not so bad to act this way every so often. Wow, I didn't realize Baoqing had, well, emotions. I wondered who Adeodatus was. I hoped it was just a code-name, because if that was someone's real name, well, it sucked to be them. I flipped ahead a bit and kept reading. November 1, 2010 Cara Diary, Adeodatus and I are official! I suppose we've been a de facto couple for months, but I confess, I enjoy being de jure as well. It came at a good time, too. I have been under quite a bit of stress lately. Grad school has been rough lately, and Adeodatus is the only one to whom I can vent. Potential is the worst cage of all. All my life, my mother, my father, teachers, everyone, they have always said, "You have so much potential, you could do anything." I do not want to do anything. I want to sit with my books and idly read and study the Classics and perhaps write a paper every so often when the mood takes me. I do not want to be great, nor famous, nor rich beyond what I need. And yet no one will believe that I might possibly want a simple life of idle philosophy. No, everyone pushes me, pushes me towards my potential that they all see so clearly. Ah, but enough complaining. As for Adeodatus and I, we attended a Halloween party yesterday that a friend of the family was hosting. As you might well imagine, a few people went without costumes altogether, but most people dressed up. Adeodatus and I went as Cleopatra and Julius Caesar. There is something unfathomably sexy about a man who looks good in a skirt. And knowing he was authentically commando underneath, well, you can only imagine where my thoughts tended that night. And I made sure he knew I was lacking underwear as well. Of course, with as thin as my top was, I am quite certain everyone was aware. I have to admit, he looked rather comical, trying to hide a raging hard-on in a short, red skirt. Oh, I teased him to no end. He almost went off right there at the party. I shall have to draw him in that costume later. But enough about his eager manhood, at the very end of the party, he told me that lots of people had told him how authentic our costumes looked. And then he said, "But shouldn't we be totally authentic? Caesar and Cleopatra were a couple...right?" I almost shrieked out loud! I softly replied, "Yes, they were." He answered back, "Well, how about we follow their example, then?" I could only nod. I did not trust myself to speak. After the party I gave him quite the reward, per os, more ferarum, per anum, oh, he enjoyed himself indeed, and after three rounds we fell asleep in each other's arms. I fanned myself a bit. Maybe I would need another round with my toys if the whole diary was this steamy. I imagined teasing a nice, muscular, olive-skinned Roman who was wearing only a skirt. Oh how vulnerable, how exposed he'd be... If his cock rose the slightest, it'd be immediately visible as a large bulge under his skirt. And what easy access! I could just get down on my knees, flip up his skirt, and service him in seconds... Lucky Baoqing, and lucky Adeodatus... I skipped ahead a bit further and kept on. April 22, 2011 Cara Diary, Things have been a little rough lately between Adeodatus and me. He enjoys our being girlfriend and boyfriend, but I feel he may be uncomfortable with our other titles. He cares far more about what people think of him than I do. I wish he could be happy with his own opinion of himself and my opinion of him. Whose else's matters? But alas, I cannot convince him to simply ignore the rest of the world. What will I do if he leaves? I have enjoyed having a confidant, a companion, an Atticus, and I am unwilling to return to my former isolation. Can we be friends after we break-up? I know him well, I think he will want us to be friends, and closer than friends, but will it be that easy, that simple? Ah, this is the Hedgehog's Dilemma, indeed, I feel it now clearly for the first time. I suppose there is nothing for it but to slog onwards. If you would be loved, love and be lovable. I shall endeavor to do both. Man, I felt kinda bad for reading her diary. I'd have to try to make it up to her. I wondered what the most recent entry was and flipped to it. June 14, 2011 Cara Diary, Es hat passiert. I suppose it is true, that neither good nor bad lasts forever, but could it not have lasted a little longer? Adeodatus has abandoned me. Well, I suppose that is a tad melodramatic, but is it not worse that I shall see him so often? We will be friends and more, but would it better for us to be absent from each other's lives, at least until my heart can heal? Can it heal? It has never been wounded thusly. I do not know, to be honest. I tried to persuade him, I tried to seduce him, and although his body gave in, his mind was adamant. To be fair, I do not believe he wants it either. But I suppose society has pushed against him for so long he has forgotten how to push back. If only he would let me help him press, if only he would realize he can ignore the rest of the world. We only need each other. Who else's opinions can enter our sphere? I shall persevere and attempt to recover my lost love. I shall be more affectionate, give up smoking, anything I can do that might reignite that spark within his heart. I know he still desires me. All I need to do is make him desire me more than he fears the world. I closed the book and set it down quietly. I wished I could help her. But, still, I had to find out more about her. She had mentioned drawing her lover, and she had all those sketches around her room. Maybe she could use a model... The next day, I went over to Baoqing's house and knocked on the door. After a delay, she opened it with her usual expression of irritation. "Yes?" "Hey Baoqing, um..." I should have planned out what I was going to say a bit better. How did you offer yourself to be drawn? I guess I might as well just go for it. "Um, Matthew told me yesterday that you were a really good artist, and I was wondering if you'd draw me sometime so I could keep it?" She smiled. "Matthew said that? He always is so complimentary... Well, I suppose I could draw you. Is it alright if we do it in a Classical style?" "Um, sure, yea, whatever. That sounds good." "Perfect. Let us do it at your house, if that is alright. I do not want Matthew to walk in on us." "Sounds fine to me," I said. The better to interrogate you about him... "Let me grab my things and we can begin," she said, gently closing the door as she went to get her supplies. A minute or two later, the door opened up again, revealing Baoqing holding a bag of supplies, a canvas, and an easel. We walked over together and set up in my room. Baoqing took two chess pieces out of her bag and handed them to me. She finished setting up and looked at me in expectation. ""What are the chess pieces for?" I asked. "I want to draw you as Caissa, the goddess of chess," Baoqing responded. "There's a goddess of chess? Huh. So now what? How should I pose?" "Well you are currently a little overdressed for a traditional goddess." "What do goddesses traditionally wear?" "Only a smile, darling, only a smile," she replied with a smirk. Her sentence sunk into my mind. She wanted me to pose nude? I could feel my heart thundering inside my chest. Could I do it? Was it really so bad? It was like being at the gym, right? I got naked in front of girls there all the time in the locker room. Of course, no one was drawing me, making a permanent copy of my naked body forever and ever... "Umm...do I have to?" She sighed as though wearing clothes was some extravagant request. "Oh come on, Keira. If it will make you more comfortable, I shall wear the same as you." I stood in stunned silence as she began to strip matter-of-factly, pulling off her sky blue shirt and lying it on the floor, revealing her pale, petite breasts. I watched while she wiggled out of her jeans and panties, kicking them to the side. The only thing she kept on was the black ribbon around her neck. Her pussy was neatly trimmed. Her soft, luxurious black hair hung down over her breasts, hiding them almost entirely, though her pink nipples poked through. Her hips were a bit wide, but she had beautifully muscled thighs. Her face still looked a little severe, almost like Matthew's when he wasn't smiling, but she had a very elegant, almost regal, look to her, with her high cheekbones and haughty eyes. "Do you feel more comfortable now?" she asked, still as though I was unreasonably attached to being clothed. "Ya, a little," I honestly replied. If she were naked, it wasn't that weird for me to be naked, right? And it was just the two of us, after all. I took a deep breath and stripped, my eyes closed tightly until everything was off. I exhaled deeply. Well, this wasn't so bad. "How's this?" I asked Baoqing. "Good," she replied, "but hold up the chess pieces I gave you over your nipples." I did as she said, pressing the cold plastic gently against my hardening nipples. It actually felt kind of good to have Baoqing studying me, watching me... I could feel my loins tingling. Oh no no no, don't get wet now, Keira. "Are you alright?" Baoqing asked, looking up from her drawing. "I'm fine. Really, really fine. So, um, how's the drawing coming along?" "Wonderfully. Thank you for agreeing to be my model. I enjoy drawing people so much, but it can be hard to find someone willing to pose for me." Well maybe if you didn't make them strip you'd have an easier time... "Glad to help, Baoqing. So how are you enjoying the new place?" "It is sufficient. I have yet to meet many people here, but most of my acquaintances are from college anyway. I do enjoy the pool and hot tub, though. I just adore the water. Matthew does too..." "Oh ya? Does he like to go for a dip often?" I asked, wondering what information I could extract from her. "We swim together all the time. The pool is still a bit chilly, though, which can be a bit of an inconvenience when swimming with boys, if you catch my meaning." "The water's a tad nippy, you mean?" I said, smiling. She smirked, "Exactly. Of course, the cold water affects boys in a way I find much more amusing, so I suppose it is a trade-off." "Ya, I'd rather have hard nipps than shrinkage. Although it can be sorta cute when it's all shrunk up and small. Just needs a little nursing back to health, a bit of TLC. Have you tried a thicker swimsuit top? Might keep boys from staring too much." "Well to be honest, I do not-" The door opened. Both of us turned to look at the intruder. Rico stood there, staring at the sight before him. His eyes were bolted open, his jaw had dropped in shock. I dropped the pieces and tried to hide myself, using one arm to cover my petite breasts, and my other hand to hide my bare, soft pussy. The pieces clanging against the floor were the only sound. I looked to Baoqing for some sort of direction. "Oh, hello. My name is Baoqing," she said, calmly introducing herself. "Uh, hi," stammered Rico, his eyes darting from Baoqing to me and back. "I'm Rico, Keira's brother. Um, what are you guys doing?" "I was drawing your sister. Would you like to assist us?" she explained, brushing her hair behind her shoulders, revealing her chest to my brother. His eyes were locked on Baoqing's bare chest, her revealed nipples jutting out proudly towards my hypnotized brother. "Sure," he said, although I was certain he would agree to anything Baoqing asked him to do right then. "Do you mind if your brother helps, Keira?" she asked me. "Um, no, I guess not," I replied. I mean, he was just my brother. We had bathed together as children. Was it really so bad if he saw me naked now? I relaxed a bit, baring my pussy, but continuing to hold up my small, delicate breasts. I could feel my nipples poking against my palms. But were they hard from the cold or from the arousal I felt from being watched so intently? "Rico, stand behind your sister, and pick up those chess pieces on the ground," she ordered. After he did so, she instructed him, "Now hold the pieces in front of Keira's nipples. Keira, relax yourself a bit more. Now we can get a much more natural pose out of you." I lowered my trembling arms, and Rico gently placed the pieces over my breasts. He was pressing against my back and I could hear his heavy breathing. Baoqing must be having quite the effect on him, I thought to myself. Baoqing continued drawing, and slowly, my heart stopped pounding like a drum, and I managed to relax again. But after a few minutes, I felt something pressing against my backside, urgently, eagerly. I gasped. I wished I could reach back and squeeze the bulge pushing against me. I wanted to be sure, and to be honest, I wanted to feel it. Was Rico hard? What else could it be? I leaned back gently. His manhood's pressure was firm and unrelenting against me. His fingertips were only a centimeter away from my breasts. I bit my lower lip, trying to restrain my thoughts. I wonder whether he knew I could feel him... He felt so rigid, so firm, so thick and long...I clenched my eyes, trying to squeeze the thoughts away. "Finished!" announced Baoqing. Thank god, I silently prayed. Rico removed his hands and we walked over to her easel. It was a good drawing of me. She had left Rico out entirely, and given me an ethereal, divine look. The two chess pieces floated just over my nipples, affording me my only modesty. It was a beautiful sketch of me, but I sadly realized I wouldn't be able to share it with anyone. "Thanks, Baoqing. It looks great," I said. "Ya, it's really lifelike," piped in Rico, staring down at Baoqing's chest and lap. "Thank you," Baoqing said, handing the drawing to me. "Thanks again for being my model, Keira. We shall have to do this again sometime. Maybe you can model as well, Rico." "Ya, sure," I said. "I had fun." I just wish Rico hadn't interrupted us. I bet I could have found out something good. But, I remembered, her window faced the water tower... "I guess I'll see you later, then, Baoqing." "Sure," she said, putting her clothes back on and her stuff away. I got dressed myself and walked her out to the door, while Rico walked off, an obvious bulge present in his tight jeans. He must be ready to explode, watching Baoqing naked for so long. I walked back inside and went to the bathroom. I opened the door and saw Rico, his pants around his ankles, at the toilet. His hand was rapidly stroking his shaft, his head tilted back in pleasure. When he heard the door open, he turned and faced me, holding up his free hand. "Close the door! Don't look!" he yelled. Too late. My eyes dropped to his cock. Its thick length was red, he looked moments from ejaculating everywhere. If I had walked in a few seconds later... I closed the door and rested against it, blushing furiously. I gave myself a second to make sure my voice wouldn't cracked when I yelled through the door, "That's gross, bro! Do it in your room! You owe me one, or I'm coming back in there," I warned. "Anything! What do you want?" "You're gonna help me do some surveillance tonight," I told him, thinking about the water tower, and wondering whether I could find my own binoculars. But first...I had to take care of my own urges. Having the two of them watch me nude, being the center of their attention, my body on display for everyone, well, it was too much to resist. I ran to my room and locked the door, getting out my toy from the sock drawer. Secret Nudists and a Family Secret That night, Rico and I climbed up the water tower. I handed him a pair of binoculars and got out my own, and settled down to watch. I could see right into Baoqing's room. I smiled, proud of myself for thinking of this. Now I could just watch them and see whether or not they were nudists. "Can you see the house, Rico?" I asked. "Ya. What are we looking for?" "You'll know if we see it. Trust me." We crouched and watched silently, except for Rico's whining, for about twenty minutes before the lights turned on in Baoqing's room. She was nude. Almost. She was still wearing her black, silk choker. Her skin was like porcelain. Her breasts were perfectly formed petite mounds, tipped with rose nipples. She closed her door and sat down at the desk, turning on her computer. "Wow," whispered Rico next to me. She had to be a nudist...but she was alone...maybe she just got out of the shower, like Matthew had... Better to keep watching, I convinced myself, my pussy prickling and tingling as it began to moisten while I watched. She was relaxing nude, bare, exposed... My hand traveled down to my crotch and began to rub my pussy through my jeans. Just the sight of her, going about her day, doing normal things completely naked, it drove me wild... I felt bad watching her like this, but that guilt was nothing compared to the erupting arousal within me. After a few minutes on the computer, she stood up, opened the door and called to someone. Matthew walked up to the doorway, also nude. I gasped in surprised delight. Those muscles, those broad shoulders, that cock...even from this distance I could make out its thick length, rock hard, a deep red... I wondered whether he had just been masturbating... That was going to be embarrassing to explain to his sister...I wondered whether she noticed, whether she knew, whether she would tease him about it, mock him for his lack of self-control... In my excitement, I almost missed it. They were both naked together! There was only one solution...they must be nudists! I knew it! The two of them hugged tenderly before they walked out of sight, holding hands. I felt a twinge of envy at the sight. I suddenly became aware of a soft, sliding noise by my side. I dropped my binoculars and looked to my side. My brother was masturbating. I stared, frozen in place. He was still watching the house through his binoculars, unaware of his surroundings. His pants were unzipped, his manhood out. It was long and thick, curving up slightly, pointing towards the stars. His head was large, bulging out beyond his shaft. His hand flew up and down his dick, a blur, as he pleasured himself. I was unable to speak, unable to move, all I could do was watch as my brother stroked his throbbing, swollen cock. I had had no idea what my little brother had been packing all these years... I had to hold my wrist to keep my hand from joining in. I glanced back at the house and noticed another room with a light on. Putting on my binoculars again, I looked into the second room, and saw Matthew's other sister, Eva, masturbating naked on her bead. She was wiry, almost thin. Her black hair was wild, as though she had lost a fight with a gentle lawnmower and his little brother paint can. Her hair had streaks of red, blue, and purple shooting through it. It was short, barely past her chin, and almost anime-ishly spikey. Her pussy was bald. I thought her breasts looked big when she had clothes on. Two macromastic melons bounced hypnotically as her body convulsed and quivered in the throes of orgasm. Her pussy was facing towards the window, as though she knew the show she was giving to us. Her massive, firm breasts jiggled as she bucked her hips, desperate to get her dildo deeper and deeper inside her. Her legs were split wide, one hand was rubbing her clit while the other was thrusting the vibrator inside of her. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy, her lips parted, her head tilted back. I could only imagine the pleasure she was giving herself. No wonder Rico was unable to maintain his self-control... I could feel my own pussy growing hot and wet. I lowered the binoculars again as I heard Rico's moans grow louder and louder. He was panting deeply. His cock was a turgid red, almost purple, and I saw a pearly drop of precum leak out of his cock and roll down his massive, eager shaft. I licked my lips hungrily. I clenched my thighs together, savoring the feeling. "Rico..." I said hesitantly, afraid he'd stop, but I had to say something. After all, it was wrong to be feeling this way about my little, well, make that big brother's cock...god it was huge...how did he fit that thing in his pants? Heh, but it turns out, it's not a good idea to distract a guy about to go off... He was startled by my voice and almost lost his balance. He dropped his binoculars and seemed to fall in slow motion... His body twisted, his cock pointed at me, and that was when he came. Thick, white, hot, sticky jets of cum arced through the air towards me. The first hit my face, splattering across my cheeks and eyes. The next spurt went straight into my mouth, open from the shock, and I instinctively swallowed. It was warm and thick. It was almost sweet, with just the slightest tinge of saltiness. It was delicious. He gushed cum onto my shirt before his cock finally emptied, content and flaccid now that it had been spent. We sat there silently, breathing heavily, staring at each other for a few seconds before I finally wiped his cum off my face. Unable to resist, I gently sucked his essence off my finger, savoring his flavor. "Guess you got over-excited, huh Rico? Man, can't keep it in your pants..." He blushed. "I just got really into it. Watching her jill off...well, you know..." "Well you made a mess of my shirt," I complained. "Sorry about that," he apologized, leaning in, wiping my breasts as he tried to get off his semen, before he realized just where he was rubbing. "Oh, um, sorry again..." "No, um, it's...it's OK. Just, get it all off, OK?" "Sure," he said, dutifully taking a tissue out of his pocket and softly caressing my chest as he wiped away his cum. I looked away, avoiding his eyes, while I relished the dutiful attention he was paying to my chest. My pussy was aching. I hadn't had sex for almost a year. Maybe it wouldn't be so wrong to-NO, no, Keira, stop these thoughts right now. I looked down at Rico. His wet, messy manhood was still exposed, hanging out of his open fly. "Oh geez, Rico, do I have to help you with everything? You're lucky I'm such a patient big sister." My hands slightly trembling, I gently took him into my hands and pushed his penis back into his boxers, lingering a little, marveling at the difference between the eight inch behemoth it had just been and this tiny, vulnerable manhood I was now cradling. Rico bit his lip. I could see him struggling not to enjoy it. I zipped him up slowly and licked my hands clean, my tongue caressing my palms before I suckled his semen off my fingertips. "Well, I think we've seen enough tonight...let's head home, Rico. You ready?" "Ya, sure. Let's go, sis." The next morning I marched over to Matthew's house and knocked on the door, eager to confront him. I banged on the door and minutes later, was greeted by his quizzical face. "Hey Keira, what's up?" "I know about you and your sisters, Matthew!" "What?! Who told you? Look, there's nothing wrong with it..." "Don't try to deny you're nudists, I've seen the evidence with my own eyes." He paused and blinked, clearly stunned by so direct an accusation. "Oh, damn, you found me out, Keira. I should have known I couldn't keep it secret from you." We stood there, staring at each other in silence. "But, um, why did you bother finding that out?" I stopped and thought. Why had I bothered finding it out? OK, so now I knew some pictures online were of Matthew and Baoqing, but, well, I had gotten a lot better view of both of them. What I said next surprised me, but when I searched my feelings, I knew it to be true. "I want to try it out. With you. Let me be a nudist with you," I blurted out, feeling my cheeks burn. "I mean, I don't want to see you naked or anything, I just want to see what it's like. And, and if you don't let me, I'll tell everyone about you!" He held up his hands in mock surrender and laughed. "Okay, okay, you can try it out with us. How about you come over before dinner and eat with us and we'll hang out around the pool? It's looking to be a hot one today." "Sure, that's...acceptable. Just remember our deal, Matthew," I warned, walking back home, half in shock that I had just agreed to strip naked in front of Matthew and his family. I wondered what I was getting myself into... Would I be able to go through with it? I wondered what to wear. Should I bring a swimsuit? I didn't have to try nudism all at once, did I? Surely I could go little by little... Maybe if I brought a lot of layers, it'd be easier...or should I just go all in and show up naked at the door? I settled for bringing a skimpy salmon bikini. At least it would give me a few more pieces to hold on to if I were feeling bashful. I headed over around 6 o'clock and knocked hesitantly on the door, still a bit afraid. Sure, Baoqing and Rico had seen me naked in the last few days, but they were a girl and my brother. Now strange guys were going to be seeing the girls. But still, I couldn't back out now, and despite how nervous I was, I was much more intrigued and, I'll admit it, aroused. The door opened, revealing a naked man before me. "Hi, I'm David, Matthew's father. He told me you'd be joining us tonight," he said, holding out his hand welcomingly. My eyes dropped, scanning his whole body. He was in his late forties or early fifties, but still muscular, with only a bit of paunch to show his age. His hair was brown, short, and beginning to gray, but he still had a full head of hair. His forehead was a little wrinkled, and he had a few lines around his mouth, but they only made him look distinguished. He had a bit of stubble on his face and rugged features. His noise was a little large, and his eyes were a deep, piercing blue. His chest was hairy and broad, almost the same as Matthew's had been. His skin was a healthy tan; he obviously spent a lot of time outdoors, and judging from his body, he spent it working hard. My eyes wandered further down to his manhood. Well, that was pretty definitive proof the family was nudist, if I had needed anymore. It hung long and low, relaxed and content, like a satisfied old soldier who had accomplished all he had needed to long ago. It was circumcised and thick, with a dense bush of dark pubic hair. "Hello?" David asked again, trying to get my attention back to his eyes. "Oh, sorry," I said. "Ya, I'm Keira. It's very nice to meet you. Thank you for having me." "Oh don't worry, we're glad to have you," he said, walking me inside, his strong arm around my shoulders and he guided me towards the kitchen. "Dinner's not quite ready yet, so you'll have to wait a bit, but you can chat with the kids while ya wait." He sat me down and went over the stove with a woman I assumed was his wife, who turned around to greet me. "Hello Keira! It's so nice to finally meet our neighbors!" she said, giving me a tight hug. Luckily she was wearing an apron, keeping things from being too awkward, but nevertheless, her heavy breasts against my chest was a bit more than I was comfortable with just yet. Especially since it was obvious she was wearing nothing but an apron, giving me a perfect view of acres of cleavage. So that's where Eva got her chest from... She pulled back and introduced herself: "I'm Yunwen, Matthew's step-mom." "Nice to meet you." She wore her dark hair in a long ponytail. Her eyes were black, and she had a long, friendly face. She lacked Baoqing's imperious cheekbones, and like a more zaftig Eva. Her skin was a gorgeous peach-yellow, and although I knew she must be about David's age, she looked like she was in her thirties. She was a little thick, but in a maternal way. Her hips were wide and her bosom was enormous. I was surprised it could be contained by that teeny, tiny red apron. Her breasts constantly threatened to pour over the neckline and expose themselves, but I had to admit, it was a teasingly erotic look. I made a note to buy myself an apron like that when I had a boyfriend to cook for. Matthew, Baoqing, and Eva were sitting at the table, where I joined them. I sat down next to Matthew, across from his step-sisters. "I thought you were going to try out nudism, Keira?" Matthew asked sardonically. "Well, I decided I'd try it out bit by bit," I explained. "Just pretend someone is drawing you," suggested Baoqing with a smile. "It worked well the other day." "You posed for Baoqing?" asked Matthew. "How come no one showed me this drawing?" "We didn't want you getting overexcited," said Eva. "We all know how easily Mattie gets hard... Really, we need a bucket of cold water around here sometimes..." Matthew squirmed in his lap, but couldn't find anything to defend himself with. Yep, definitely siblings... "I guess not wearing a shirt is OK..." I ventured, slowly removing my shirt, revealing my black bra underneath. I could tell Matthew was trying to cast sideline glances down my cleavage, but I didn't feel that exposed. I'm sure it helped that everyone else was nude, so it was a little hard to feel overexposed. I glanced towards Matthew's lap, and noted with delight that his manhood was rousing itself, beginning to lengthen and grow. My, I guess I had an effect on him... I bit my lip. Well, if he was enjoying it so much, I thought to myself... "Maybe I'll go topless for now, and see how that feels," I said. "You are quite brave for your first time," commented Baoqing. "Ya, I'm proud of ya," chimed in Eva. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, reached behind me, and undid the clasp of my bra. I felt the fabric fall off my chest. My cheeks and chest felt like they were on fire. I could hear my heart thundering beneath my breasts. My teeth tingled. I was sure it was obvious how embarrassed I was. I desperately wanted to reach up and cover myself, but no, I was determined to ride this out. I opened my eyes, and...no one really cared. No one was staring, not even Matthew. They were looking me in the eyes as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Then again, for them, nothing was. All my worries suddenly seemed so silly. I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. It actually felt kind of nice. We chatted for a while longer, my awareness of my own nudity vanishing. After a while, Yunwen and David brought out buffalo chicken wraps, and for dessert, they served this delicious coconut-flavored rice with mangoes on the side. It was heavenly. "Can you give me the recipe for this stuff, Yunwen?" I asked in between deep, gobbling bites of rice. She giggled. "Of course, hon. It's Matthew's favorite, too. Maybe he can teach you to cook it... So, how does your first foray into nudism feel, Keira?" I looked down at my topless chest and immediately felt my teeth begin to tingle once again. I was just glad I still had my pants at least. "Well, it's still a bit embarrassing," I confessed. "Was it embarrassing for you, when you started?" I asked Matthew. "No, I was fine with it," he boasted. "Liar!" squealed Eva. "You are such a liar! You blushed like a beet the first time you saw Bao and me, and you were hard 24/7! Wasn't he, Bao?" "He was quite afflicted, as I recall. Do you remember how shy he was when you first pointed it out?" answered Baoqing. "Mhm! And, and and and, what about that time we ran into Nina, Matty!" continued Eva. "Oh I remember that story," bubbled Yunwen. "She doesn't want to hear that story, mom," said Matthew. "I want to hear that story," I said, certain it would be interesting from Matthew's reaction. "I'll tell it!" cheered Eva as Matthew groaned and hid his face in his hands. "Well, we were at a nude beach about a month after I met Matty, and we were just hanging out, and I was giving Matty a backrub, when this girl calls out to us. "So she comes over, and it's one of Matty's classmates. What was her name, Nina? Well, she was at the beach, too, and she was nude, and you should have seen Matty. He was so red, and he could barely look her in the face, not to mention how big his dick got from looking at her..." "It didn't help that you were pressing your tits against my back and whispering dirty comments in my ear, Eva," Matthew countered. "I never said I didn't, I'm just saying what I saw, and what I saw was a great, big, raging stiffie for little miss Nina. Whatever happened with her? Did she want to kiss you after seeing the effect she had on Matty Jr?" "Shut up, Eva," Matthew said, "nothing happened." "Now, now, you two, get along," said David. "Sorry about that, Keira. We've got a boisterous brood, right honey?" he asked Yunwen, nuzzling her cheek like a 14 year old with his first girlfriend. "That's right, sugarbear," she replied, rubbing his tummy, her hand beginning to drift downwards before she remembered herself and kept it PG. "Want to help me do the dishes?" "Gladly," he said, kissing his wife on the cheek and helping her bring the dishes up to the sink. "How about you go for a swim?" David suggested. "I have to watch something, actually," said Eva. "But I bet Matthew would be willing to show her the pool." "Sure," he said. "Is that OK, Keira?" I nodded, and we walked into the backyard together. It was gorgeous. The pool was large and deep, with a gradually deepening floor. The liner was a brilliant Caribbean turquoise. Around the pool's border were roughly-hewn stones and bamboo, which completely obscured the fence from their side. In one corner, raised above the rest of the pool, was a hot tub, large enough for the whole family. "Wow," I gasped when I saw it. "Ya, it's pretty nice, huh?" said Matthew. "So, um..." he paused, looking me up and down. "What are you gonna swim in?" "I brought a bikini," I said, "Don't worry. What about you?" "Just the buff," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "It's a lot more comfortable. If you change your mind, you're welcome to join me." "I'll try the swimsuit first," I said. I wasn't super thrilled about having rock hard nipples in front of Matthew just yet. I hoped my bikini would cover them well enough. "I'll just go inside quick and change," I explained. "I'll meet you out there, OK?" I scurried back inside and changed into the pink bikini I had brought, studying myself in the mirror. It was weird to think that my bikini was less revealing than what I had worn before. My breasts were covered by thin, tiny triangles, only about three fingers wide at the base, hiding everything important, but leaving the rest of my chest bare. It would have been a dangerous top, prone to popping off, had I been better endowed, but at my size, it was a delicious tease for every male beachgoer, and a constant source of amusement as I watched guys suddenly develop tents in their trunks. I had never worn this bikini before, but I had a few others of its style. The bottom was larger, but very low, only an inch or two from an R rating. I walked back outside, where Matthew was swimming. I couldn't see much beneath the water, but I could see enough to tell that he was either wearing tan trunks or nothing. "Come on in," he yelled, "the water's great!" I took a deep breath and stepped gingerly into the water. Matthew was right. It was warm, heated by the summer sun. I dived into the water and swam towards Matthew. Well, he certainly wasn't wearing tan trunks. His dick was miniscule, though, shrunken by the water. When I burst my head out of the water, I was giggling.