SKINNY DIPPING IN THE DEEP END

My sister Ivana and I look so much alike that a lot of people think we are identical twins.  My name is Natasha and I am already 16 years old.  My sister is 18 months older than me but I am a little bigger and everyone tells us that I look older.  We have the same straight blonde hair but I like to wear mine always upswept in a bun or in a ponytail.

Ivana lets her long blonde hair swing with the breeze and always seems to be enticing it to flow in waves framing her beautiful face with a blonde halo.  If you look real close you can see that my nose is a bit crooked and bent to the left.  That was the result of Tommy Jones walloping me with his stupid fire-truck when I wasn’t looking.

We were down in Disney doing the typical Disney stuff.  Our dad was still overseas but our mom was buddy-buddy all of a sudden with Aunt Ruth and her dopey adopted son Harry.  I just couldn’t stand that Harry.  He was a real dork and I mean with a capitol D.  He had taken to the silly habit of wearing his pants down real low so you could see his jockeys and even the crack of his ass when he bent over.  It was so gross that it almost made me want to upchuck whenever I saw him coming near.

Our day at Disney was nice but the sounds of the shouting kids and the long waits were just not my cup of tea.

When we got back at the villa, Ivana, Harry and I all ran up the stairs to get first dibs on the bathrooms.  Harry being the only guy got a bathroom all to himself and that just did not seem fair.  Ivana and I  shared the big walk-in shower and we started washing each other in a well-practiced routine that was almost the same way we did out cheerleading.  We were out of the shower and getting into our bathing suits while mom and Aunt Ruth were just settling into the Jacuzzi with a couple of glasses of wine to wind them down from the day’s activities. 

The sounds of the laughter and shouts from the pool were like a magnet for the both of us and we made a beeline for the pool.  The dork beat us to the stairs and gave us the finger as he whizzed around the corner of the villa.

It was a pretty big pool and had two main sections, a shallow end for the kids and a deep end for the adults.  Of course, Ivana and I headed right to the deep end because we were both good swimmers.  The dork was in the shallow end because he couldn’t even dog paddle his way to the edge of the pool. There was a group of college boys playing with a small football right next to us and I noticed that we were the only females under 40 in the deep end of the pool.

I watched Ivana get in and out of the pool a couple of times.  First to get her goggles and the next time to check her watch still sitting on the lounge chair.  I knew exactly what she was doing.  The little tart was making sure those 4 boys could see how nicely shaped her bum looked coming wet out of the water.  At the lounge chair she made a big production of bending all the way over at the waist so her thong slid deep into her arse crack.  Then, for good measure, she squatted down and pointed her pretty pussy right in the boy’s faces.  I was really cracking up just watching their eyeballs almost fall out of their sockets.

When the little football “accidently” bounced right in between us, Ivana scooped it up and flipped it to the tall blond boy with the great looking shoulders.

Before long, we were all old buddies, Ivana did most of the talking, like she always did, and I just smiled like I was her idiot twin sister.

I was lying face down on the beach towel on top of the lounge chair and watched my sister allowing a couple of the boys to apply sunscreen to her back and her legs.  One boy was doing her upper shoulders and I could see he was managing to get a good feel of her side tits at the same time.  The other boy was working her calves and kept pushing her legs wide open so he could get a real good view of her pink tinted thong.

We were told all the boy’s names but the only name I could remember was Roger.  He was one of my 2 boys.  At least he was paying some attention to me.  The other boy kept looking over at Ivana and I could sense he wanted to be one of those other 2 guys.  I had already declined their offer of putting on sunscreen because I had already taken care of that real good before going out to the pool.  Just to keep things interesting, I told Roger that my swimsuit was sticking right into my butt like there was a pin in the back end of my thong.  He took the hint and started his butt investigation immediately.

His greedy little fingers were under my thong fabric and I could feel his knuckles actually pressing into my tiny pucker hole in his efforts to locate the offending pin or staple.  I didn’t pull away or anything because in all honesty the slight penetration of my anus was exceeding exciting and made me want further explorations in my private areas.  The other boy whose name escapes me got the message and slid his inquisitive fingers right under my tummy and started feeling my frontal thong and a good deal of my pussy mound as well.  Fortunately, to the casual observer, it still looked quite innocent even though I was definitely going into a new phase of orgasmic release.

When I looked over at Ivana, I saw she was on her back now and the boys were busy with her chest and her inside legs to give her full protection from the nasty sun.  I was embarrassed when I heard her muffled squeals of satisfaction as the boys gave her a real good workout.  I was a lot more discreet and did not make any noises at all.  However, I was unable to restrain myself from pushing my pussy mound down for finger pleasure and raising my bottom up for some anal explorations.

The sound of my mom’s voice calling us broke up the fun and games and we told the boys that we had to go in now because our mom was real strict.  They made us promise to come back out at midnight and join them right there at the deep end to continue our little adventure.  We agreed but I was not so certain we would be able to swing it with tattle-tail Harry watching our every move.

We dried our swim suits and put them back on under the sheets.  We moved down the long hallway without making a single noise when Harry came out of his room and told us to be quiet and follow him.

“Harry, what are you doing awake at this hour?”

I was a little perturbed at the annoying boy even though he was a full year older than my sister.

“I know you girls are going to meet those 4 guys from the pool.  Are you guys going to do 2 each or take all 4 of those guys on at the same time?”

Now I was seriously pissed at Harry.

“You little dork; we are just going swimming and having fun.  Maybe even a little skinny dipping under the moon.”

Harry laughed and told us those boys were just looking for one thing and it certainly wasn’t swimming under the moon.  He joked about how both our “moons” were going to be jumped by 4 horny college boys.

 I guess I knew deep inside he was right but I didn’t want to admit it.

 He was standing up above us as we huddled on the floor and I could see his “thing” was sticking out pretty far.  I had never thought of my adopted cousin as having a thing down there but when you are looking up and seeing something like that sticking out so far it kind of changes your perspective.  Suddenly, I found my tight little pussy was getting all hot and bothered and I was ashamed to say my juices were starting up just looking at the annoying boy’s tool only scant inches from my face.

In order to gain Harry’s cooperation in our midnight excursion, I reached up and grabbed hold of his hard cock and started to stroke it with a steady beat.  He didn’t say a single word just opened his bottoms and let me touch his hard cock starting to leak pre-cum with a continuous drip, drip,drip.

I saw Ivana looking at me like I had lost my marbles.

“Natasha, he is our cousin.  We can’t do anything with him.  It is taboo.”

I laughed just pulled a little harder and even leaned forward to give the tip a nice wet kiss.  My saliva was now mixing with Harry’s pre-cum in a sticky sort of way. It made my face connected to his throbbing cock with a long string of sticky goo. It looked like a spider’s web that glistened in the light of the streetlamp coming in his window.

“Don’t be silly, Ivana.  Harry is adopted and is not Aunt Ruth’s actual son.  We are not related at all.  He is just another guy looking to get laid.”

Harry patted the top of my head and tried to push my face toward his pulsating man meat.  Ivana was giggling at the scene but I knew she was jealous and really wanted to get her own lips around Harry’s thick cock.  As much as I despised my bogus cousin, I allowed him to pull my head forward and opened my mouth to receive him inside.  It was more from the prospect of irritating my sister Ivana rather than to suck Harry’s dripping cock.

The nasty boy held my head firmly between his hands and guided me back and forth on his slick stick of pleasure.  I closed my eyes and pretended it was one of the college boys forcing me to take it good whilst on my knees.

I was whimpering pretty good now and the combination of saliva and pre-cum was dribbling down my chin right onto the fluffy white carpet.  Ivana could not stand to be on the sidelines and started to cradle and stroke Harry’s balls with her hot little hands.  Her arms and tummy were getting all drenched with our copious liquid overflows but she didn’t seem to mind it at all.

Soon Harry started to whine even louder than my pathetic whimpers and he threw his head back like a wild animal.  I could feel him go all stiff and then the first spurts of cum shot forcefully into my throat.  It was so much that I was unable to swallow it all.

 The devious little devil must have been saving up all his cum for this degrading use of my poor mouth.

 Ivana was splattered all over her face and her chest and tummy with his excess creamy cum.  I had to giggle when I saw her try to wipe it off like it was some kind of dirty stain on her pretty skin.

All of a sudden, Harry was very apologetic and started to treat us both like we were important to him.  It was very strange indeed and I wanted to tell him to keep on being an arsehole because I liked him better that way.

Harry and I cleaned Ivana up like we were two servants tending to her every little need.  It was kind of funny and when I looked him in the face, I could see my amusement mirrored in his eyes.

We whispered to each other like conspirators plotting the overthrow of a government and decided we would all go to the pool for the skinny dipping adventure with the college guys.

Harry promised to mind his manners and not interfere with our interlude with the four boys.

I whispered in his ear that I would reward him after our return.

SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE NUDIST MOTEL

The trip down the Florida Keys was interrupted by a bent axle that demanded immediate attention.  I guess in the back of my mind I suspected there was something wrong even before we started out on the journey to the end of the Keys.

I had not been on a vacation for almost four years ever since my dear departed Anna made her final exit from the stage of our contentious domestic existence.  For some strange reason, I had not been able to shake the sense that she had succumbed to the aggressive form of cancer just to teach me a lesson for my many infidelities and shameful slights over a decade of “touch and go” married life.

My ultra-shy sister-in-law Nora and her 2 bratty daughters, Kristy and Julie came with me because my baby brother made her promise to “keep an eye on Harry” in anticipation of my doing something stupid.  In point of fact, I was so caught up in meeting deadlines that my stupidity factor was just not even able to become engaged.  My over-achieving brother was on assignment in Saudi Arabia setting up pipelines for the distribution of the black gold that made the World go round.  He had been gone this time for almost a full year and his contract did not run out for at least another six months.  

I could tell Nora was really upset with me because I had insisted on taking my old Chevy instead of her sleek Escalade with the built-in TV screens.  I just felt more comfortable in the Chevy which was kind of like a pair of old shoes you just hated to get rid of.

Just between you and me, I always had kind of a “thing” for Nora.  She was bit older than my 38 year old younger brother Aldo but still managed to look like a latter day Grace Kelly.  Before she finally married my brother, we had been on a few dates together as I was still single at the time.  I remembered getting as far as third base but unable to close the deal for a piece of cherry pie.

My horny brother Aldo took Miss “shy-thing” to the movies and they were engaged that very same night.  I still laughed at the episode but Nora didn’t think it was funny in the least little bit.

My Anna and Nora were kind of close and seemed very tight with each other.  I often suspected Anna went to Nora with all the stupid things that I did or was suspected of doing and that they made my ears burn behind my back denouncing all my faults.

Kristy was a naturally beautiful girl.  She had this lustrous black hair that she usually wore upswept in a neat little pony tail.  Her perky breasts were seldom in a bra and I found myself looking at them in an inappropriate way more than once.  At 18 years of age, she was unusually mature for her age and kept her more volatile younger sister in check when she got too feisty for relaxed daily life.

Julie was another story.  For starters, she was a terrible flirt.  She never told the truth if it could be avoided and she just loved to see drama unfold from her trouble-making activities.

Of course, she was still only a month or two shy of her 17th birthday so her attitude could be result of immature logic and thought processes.  For some reason, Julie had cut her hair very short recently.  She almost looked like a boy with the haircut but her full and nicely curved heart-shaped ass sitting on top of a pair of long delicately shaped legs put an end to that supposition.  She didn’t have much on top but what she did have was crowned with a pair of persistently hard nipples that stuck out waiting to be licked by anyone with a greedy tongue.

The guy at the auto shop was not very optimistic about getting the Chevy back on the road before Monday or Tuesday of next week, so we knew we had to find a place quick.  This was an area of the Keys that was long on Condos and private houses and pretty short on Motels for tourists.  The phone book showed a Motel called “Bare Bottom Rental Villas” only about three miles from our location.  It was located on Bare Bottom Harbor Road that culminated in a dead-end on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico.

The taxi driver looked at the four of us a little strangely but I didn’t think anything of it until we walked into the lobby of the attractive stucco and Spanish tile Motel.  The sounds of laughter and friendly chatter wafted up from the unseen pool out back.  The first thing that caught my attention was the fact that the desk clerk was not wearing a shirt but I put that down to the informalities of the Florida Key lifestyle.

We were lucky enough to get a two bedroom villa with an extra upstairs loft and a huge great room and patio that looked right out onto the Gulf of Mexico.  I was surprised it was so inexpensive but the desk clerk told me it was the “off season” rate thru the end of the month.  He asked me if the “girls” were all over 16 and I assured him that they were but I was uncertain why that was of any importance.

When he came out from behind the desk, I heard the girls start to giggle uncontrollably and I heard Nora gasp like she had just been swatted on her beautiful behind.  The next thing I saw was a long and thick swinging cock on a fairly decent looking guy wearing only sandals and a smile on his face.

I immediately put 2 and 2 together and confirmed my suspicion by seeing the logo on the room key that read “Bare Bottom Rental Villas….The only nudist motel in the Keys.”

Nora grasped my arm like a hungry alligator and pulled me down to her pretty lips.

“Harry, I think this is a nude Motel!”

I was momentarily at a loss for words, but after thinking about our situation; I realized that we were probably stuck at least for tonight since the next Motel was almost 40 miles further on or all the way back in Marathon.  Besides, the further we went from the car being repaired, the more we would have to pay for a taxi to take us back.

“Nora, we can put up with it for one night at least.  They won’t know if we have our clothes on or off if we are inside our own motel room.  Just don’t look at the other people if you have to go out for any reason.”

I could tell Nora was so angry that she was almost shaking with the rage inside her shapely and well-proportioned body.  The two girls were both amused beyond description and I saw them checking out the desk clerk both front and back like they were judging a Mr. Nude USA contestant.  I began to wonder if they wouldn’t fit into this lifestyle without any problem at all.

We had to pass the pool on the way to the villa.  It was a real eye-opener.  There were about twenty or so people totally nude in the pool area.  Some were in the water swimming, others were sitting in comfortable lounge chairs and others were sitting on stools by the tiki bar.

It seemed like there were more females than males or maybe it was because I centered my attention on the various assorted pubic hairpieces covering labia of all sizes and shapes.  One nicely shaped blond in her 40s was bent over ready to jump in the deep end of the pool and displayed her winking brown eye and a delicious pink slit only a few feet from my startled face.  I noticed that Nora and the girls were equally fixated on the several swinging cocks moving to and fro in a very friendly fashion.

The sound of the girls giggling lasted all the way to the room.  Inside the room there was a set of instructions on the door that showed the fire exits and also the rules about not smoking in bed.  The additional rules caught my attention.

Rule 5.  No clothing permitted in the pool area except foot covering.

Rule 6.  Males with erections are requested to refrain from physical contact with females in common areas.

Rule 7. Underwater physical contact is permissible with consensual agreement.

Rule 8.  No clothing allowed in the restaurant area.  Please use towels provided to cover seats. 

I found that as I read the rules on the back of the door, my usually shy sister-in-law Nora was breathing over my shoulder trying to absorb every word.  The two girls were squeezed in in front of me and looking up with huge smiles on their faces.  I tried my best to reduce contact with the two pairs of arse cheeks rubbing incessantly on my already aroused cock. I met with very little success.  My sister-in-law’s ample bosom was pushing two dents into my muscular upper arm and I realized she had no bra under her loose-fitting blouse.

The knock on the door startled us all.

When I opened the motel room door I saw an attractive couple in their 30s carrying a basket of delicious looking oranges.  Of course, they were both naked as jay-birds.

“Hi, neighbor. Trudi and Don from across the hall.  We are the only welcoming committee you will get here at the Bare Bottom.  The desk clerk is Don’s nephew and he told us you guys were not aware of our status as a nudist facility.  I brought some G-strings for your wife and girls if they are uncomfortable with the all nude standards.”

I was standing there in a little shock because Trudi had the most elegant set of knockers I had the good fortune to view in a long, long time.  The nipples were like Da Vinci masterpieces waiting to be placed in a museum for us horny males to stare at for all time.

I noticed that Nora was a bit flustered with the size of Don’s huge cock which seemed to just hang there like a well-trained salami ready to be consumed by a greedy female mouth.  The thing moved slightly and it started to rise like a crane building a skyscraper.

Trudi slapped at it with a naughty hand and gave us all a giggle.

“I am so sorry folks.  My Don gets all hot and bothered when he sees young females wearing a lot of clothes.  Can’t get a rise out of him when all he sees is birthday suits.”

I was starting to feel a little inadequate because Don’s cock was of immense proportions and I could tell the two girls were a little bit overwhelmed by the sight of it.  I could see how they would be worried with the tight pussy slits and pucker holes they both possessed.  If it were not for the incest angle, I would have given them both some assistance in stretching their pleasure holes well before this little trip of ours.

I think that even Nora would have approved of my efforts to “ease” Kristy and Julia’s exploration of their vaginal and anal stretching exercises.

Julia was really getting into the swing of things.

“Well, I for one don’t need a silly G-string.  I think I want my pussy to breathe free air.”

The little trouble-maker ran off to the bedroom to strip off all of her clothing and head to the pool for fun and games.

Kristy was red-faced but accepted the G-string from Trudi.  The little minx never took her eyes off of the muscular Don’s impressive cock.

Nora and I were sitting opposite Trudi and Don feeling a bit out of place with all of our restraining clothing.  Since I was in pretty good shape I had no problems with going bare assed in the Bare Bottom Motel.  I wished my equipment was a bit larger but I figured Don was just the exception in the well-hung department.

The girls came back out.  Julie was dressed only in her flip flops and Kristy was wearing her tiny G-string that was so far buried in her arse-crack that from behind she appeared as naked as Julie.  I could tell Nora was not happy but she was too tired to get into an argument with Julie and just shrugged her shoulders in resignation.  They left for the pool with Trudi and Don holding their hands.  Trudi was all up close and personal with Kristy.  She made a big deal out of getting her G-string to cover her little pussy slit and seemed to spend a lot of time with her hands down between Kristy’s legs.  What really surprised me was that Kristy was obviously totally charmed by the older woman and seemed willing to let her do anything she wanted with her blossoming young body.

As they went down the hallway, I could see Don letting his hands roam all over Julie’s bare arse to the tune of her girlish giggles.  I was glad that Nora did not stick her head out the door to see this display of her daughter’s kinky side.

Nora and I went into the bedroom and I slowly stripped off all of my clothing.  My sister-in-law watched me but did not say a word.  When she did the exact same thing carefully folding and storing all of her clothes on top of the bed, I got one of the stiffest erections I had sustained in quite a long while.  The sight of her beautiful well-trimmed bush and the way her arse cheeks drooped slightly when she turned around made me want to hold her in my arms and enter her pussy as deep as I could from behind.

I think she realized this and she gave me a tentative smile that told me she was not completely turned off by the thought of us both naked together in the bedroom.  I sat on the soft chair and reached out for her hand.

“Harry, this is wrong.  I am your brother’s wife.  Please don’t make me do something we will both regret.”

I saw that she was only half-hearted in her negative attitude.  When I pulled her on my lap, I could feel the streams of pussy juice already pouring out of her over-heated female slit.  I knew right then and there that she had been far too long without the impalement by a male cock into her still-tight vagina.

She let me cup her arse-cheeks with my hands and I spread her apart to accept my rock-hard cock into her long-deprived pussy.  Nora melted her flesh right into my body and I felt her vaginal walls contract sensuously around my pulsating cock.

We both paused momentarily and she looked over her shoulder into my pleading eyes.

My sister-in-law firmly grasped my legs and started to bounce on my lap with my ardent cock buried deep inside her drenched vagina.  It was a wild ride from beginning to end.  Nora’s orgasm was both loud and wet.  She sprayed me with her juices again and again.  My beautiful brother’s wife used my cock like a power tool to make her go over the edge far beyond kinky.  She pounded into me with complete abandon and peppered me with a barrage of dirty words I never suspected she was aware of.

After a quick shower, we both made out way down to the pool.

Of course, we were both totally naked and I hoped no one would remark on the obvious hand imprints on her pretty bottom.