Me, My Sister and the Nude Beach (Part II)

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Me, My Sister and the Nude Beach (Part II)
If you haven’t already, read Part I first. https://xhamster.com/stories/me-my-sister-and-the-nude-beach-part-i-826761

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The week seemed to go by slowly. We planned on returning to the nude beach the next time I had a day off, weather permitting, and we were eager to go.

Our relationship had changed. We had always gotten along well as brother and sister, but with the new sexual intimacy, it took on an aspect of boyfriend and girlfriend. We smiled at each other a lot, caressed each other now and then shared a quick peck on the lips when no-one was looking.

My day off finally arrived. The weather was good so we told our parents we were headed to the beach again and away we went. We parked the car, grabbed the blanket and towels and eagerly and quickly walked down the path to the changing area. There was no hesitation this time, as soon as we got there we stripped off our clothes and at once I saw that Donna had a surprise for me – her pussy was hairless!

I loved it! “Donna, you shaved!” I exclaimed.

She giggled. “Well you said you liked to see it and I told you I didn’t really like hair down there, so why not?”

“Well I’m really glad you did” I said, and we gathered up our things and headed toward the beach, my hard-on pointing the way.

There were two couples in the water and four on the beach tossing a beach ball around. I noticed right away that only one of the women had pussy hair. Donna noticed right away that only one of the men had a hard-on. We set out our blanket and sat on it for a while, enjoying the naked game in front of us. After a while they got hot and sweaty and decided to go for a swim and we decided to join them. We all had fun in the water for a half hour and then gradually the couples had enough and headed for the beach. We were toweling off when Cindy and Janice and their husbands walked onto the beach from the changing area. Both women had shaved! Wow, two more bald pussies to enjoy! Donna noticed that Richard was hard but Sam was barely at half mast.

“Sam must be getting accustomed to seeing tits and pussy” she giggled in my ear.

Cindy saw us and waved and then squealed, “Donna, you shaved too!”

Donna laughed and said, “Well Robert said that’s what the guys like.”

“Right on” said Cindy, “Gotta keep them happy.” The two couples set out their blankets about twenty ft. from us and then went for a swim. They were only in the water for about a quarter hour before they came out and toweled of and laid down on their blankets to tan. I sat on our blanket with my hard-on and looked around at all the other nudists, but there wasn’t much interesting female anatomy to see because they were all lying down. So I turned my attention to my naked sister who was lying on her back beside me. I thought I could never get tired of looking at her newly shaved pussy and small firm breasts. My memories of how they felt was still vivid from the week before and I longed to feel them again but we had no privacy on the beach, so I had to content myself with gazing on her perfect beauty. After a while I laid down on my side with my elbow on the blanket and my head propped up on my hand so I could get a close-up view of her boobs.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“Gazing with rapture upon your perfect tits” I replied.

She sat up and gestured toward the other couples with her hand. “There’s boobs all around you.”

“Yeah, but not nearby and not anywhere near as nice as yours” I said.

She giggled and then I hear a sharp intake of breath. “Robert! Look, look over there, Richard has a hard-on and Janice is feeling it up!”

I looked over at them and sure enough, Janice was lightly running her fingers up and down Richard’s shaft, not jerking him off but caressing it.

“Is that allowed? asked Donna.

“I never heard any rules against it” I said.

We watched to see what would happen and then we noticed that Sam had a boner too, and we saw Cindy reach out and start caressing his. I glanced around at the other couples and saw that some of them were sitting up and watching the show too. Suddenly Donna said in a hoarse whisper, “Oh wow, she’s going to fuck him!”

I quickly looked back and sure enough, Janice was on her left knee, her right foot on the other side of Richard, her cunt poised over his cock and she was guiding him in as she lowered herself. When his cock entered her pussy she dropped to her right knee and sat down, his cock fully inside her, and then she started slowly moving up and down. We watched entranced. There was no internet porn in those days, no internet at all. “Blue” movies existed but were just not available to us. We had never seen anything like this. A couple minutes later, Cindy said something to Sam, he nodded and they both got to their knees. Cindy bent over onto her elbows and Sam got behind her and stuck his dick into her pussy, fucking her doggy style. Our eyes must have bugged out. Then we noticed the other nudists. They had seen what was happening and were coming over to the action. They walked up and stood around the fucking couples watching them. Our view of the action was blocked.

“Come on” said Donna, getting up, “let’s get close, I want to see this”. So we walked up and joined the watchers. From where we stood, we could actually see Sam’s rod going in and out of Cindy’s pussy. All the watching men had hard-ons, naturally, and after a short while, Donna elbowed me. When I looked at her she gestured with her head, and when I looked where she indicated, one of the women watchers had her partner’s cock in her hand, caressing it while her other hand was working at her pussy. In a short while the rest of the watchers noticed that and all the women got busy, one hand on a boner and the other at their pussies. As I watched this spectacle I felt Donna’s hand closing on my cock. I looked down and saw that her other hand was busy between her legs.

At this time my attention was drawn back to Janice as she had stopped her up and down motion and was doing vigorous pelvic thrusts. Suddenly she groaned, hunched over and shuddered with her orgasm. Richard thrust up with a few more strokes and then he came too, and then Sam was cumming in Cindy. The watchers gave them a round of applause, the fuckers grinned and disentangled themselves and we all walked back to our blankets.

I was soooo turned on. We laid down and looked at each other. I could tell she was just as horny. “What are we going to do?” she whispered.

“I don’t know.” I put my hand on her stomach and slid it up to her breasts and started caressing them. She took my dripping boner in her hand and slowly moved up and down on it.

Then I noticed her looking past me. “Look” she said softly.

I looked around. Every other watcher couple was fucking. I looked back at her. She looked at me intently but said nothing. I moved my hand down to her pussy. Oh wow, it felt wonderful without hair. She spread her legs apart and I masturbated inside her sopping slit. She still had my boner in hand but wasn’t moving on it, she just kept looking me in the eyes. I thought, “She’s giving me permission but can’t bring herself to say it”. I got up on my knees and got between her legs and sat back on my heels. She spread her knees a little farther apart. I looked down at that beautiful bald pussy, the lips slightly parted, revealing the inner labia, glistening wet. I gently moved her legs farther apart and she drew them up out of the way as I moved up close and took my cock in hand and put the head inside he pussy lips. She just kept looking at me, saying nothing. I moved it up and down between her lips, my pre-cum mixing with her copious fluid. I pushed the head into her vagina as far as the hymen. She made no objection. I moved in in and out a few times and then thrust forward. There was just the slightest resistance as I pushed through her hymen and stopped with half my cock embedded. She gave a little gasp as I popped her cherry but that was all. I started slowly moving my cock in and out. It was amazing to watch it moving in and out of those bald pussy lips. After a half dozen strokes, I stretched out my legs behind me and laid on top of her, my weight supported mostly by my elbows. My cock went in all the way. She wrapped her arms around my waist as I gently fucked her. It was incredible. For years I had imagined how it would feel but never had I dreamed it would feel like this. I started to feel my orgasm building but years of masturbation had trained me in the art of postponing that event. When I got close I stopped fucking so it would subside, but I realized that if her orgasm was building, it would fade away too, and I didn’t want that. So with my cock fully embedded, pressing hard against her pussy, I made small movements from side to side, hoping it would stimulate her clit. When my orgasm had retreated enough I resumed stroking in and out. I could tell she was building toward her own orgasm because she started to press her pelvic mound up and wrapped her legs around my thighs. I felt my orgasm building again so once again I stopped thrusting and moved side to side. This time she moved with me, her pelvic area pushed up hard against mine. When I resumed fucking she moved her hands down to my ass and dug her fingers in, pulling me against her as hard as she could. “She’s going to cum” I thought, and she did, grunting softly and gasping as her body shuddered with its release. A half dozen more strokes and I came too, my cock buried in her cunt as far as it would go. Compared to coming with the aid of hands, the sensation of coming in a cunt was amazing.

I stayed in her, my cock deflating. We were panting in the aftermath as our bodies relaxed. As our breathing gradually returned to normal, I raised my head and looked at her. “That was incredible!” I said.

She grinned. “Yes it was.” And she hugged me as tight as she could. I lowered my head and kissed her. It was another long lover’s kiss, tongues gently exploring each other’s mouths. I rolled off her and laid on my side. She rolled onto her side facing me and we wrapped our arms around each other and stayed that way for a long time, basking in the afterglow. Eventually we pulled apart a bit and looked at each other. I leaned in and kissed her again.

When we came up for air, we heard Cindy say, “That looked like one hell of a piece of tail!” We looked over and there sat Cindy, Sam, Janice and Richard, all looking directly at us.

Donna grinned and then hid her face against me. She turned to them and said, “You were watching us?”

“Oh for sure, you two put on quite a show. Better than we did. You weren’t just fucking, you were making love.”

“Well, uh…glad you liked it” I said, “and even gladder that I didn’t know you were watching!”

“Everyone else was finished and gone to clean up in the lake and you two were just getting going.” said Sam. “You two were the only show available.”

“I guess we should clean up too.” I said, and I got up and held my hand to Donna to help her up. As we walked hand in hand down to the water she looked up and me and giggled. “I can feel it running down my leg.” she said.

All the other couples had left or were leaving the water so we had it all to ourselves for the next quarter hour. Cleaned and refreshed, we were headed back to our blanket when Donna stopped dead in her tracks. I followed her open-mouthed gaze and saw Cindy and Janice giving their husbands a blow job. Keep in mind that this was a more innocent time, oral sex just wasn’t much acknowledged. Donna had heard of it but didn’t really believe anyone actually did it…until now. As we walked back to our blanket, she never once took her eyes off that action. We sat down and kept watching and after a while the gals stopped, got on their backs and the guys got on top and started fucking missionary style.

“They were getting the guys hard again so they could do it again” I said.

“I didn’t think that was real” said Donna.

“Well now you know.”

We sat there watching the action. It seemed most of the other couples were getting it on again too. “No sense missing out” I thought, and I put my arm around her shoulders and laid her down, and started feeling and caressing those perfect little breasts. Once again I felt her hand encircle my cock. It didn’t take long and I was hard again, not rock hard as before, but plenty hard enough to do the job. I rolled on top of her as she spread her legs and raised her knees. No hesitation this time, she grabbed hold of my boner and guided it into her pussy. I pushed in all the way and started moving in and out. It was every bit as pleasurable as the first time, but we had just gotten started when Donna asked, “Can I be on top?”

“You mean like Janice was?”

“Yeah”

“Sure.” And I rolled off her onto my back. She quickly scrambled up and straddled me, grabbing my cock and inserting it, she slowly sat down and started a combination of up and down with pelvic thrusts. Oh what a view! To see that body sitting on me, to see her working that pussy back and forth, up and down, glimpses of my cock going in and out! She was leaning with her hands on my chest. I reached up and caressed her breasts, totally lost in the sensations of her fucking me. Because I had so recently cum, I was able to keep going without having to pause for my orgasm to retreat. And being in control, she was able to do what worked best for her, movements that had the most effect on her clit. It took longer this time but I didn’t mind, I would have liked it to continue for an hour, but all to soon her movements became stronger and more urgent and then she was cumming again. I could see what the orgasm did to her body, the hunching over, the spasms and the expression of ecstasy etched on her face. As she orgasmed she stopped moving except for the spasms. As it ended she opened her eys and then she realized I hadn’t cum yet. She started moving up and down again, looking into my eyes. I thrust up to meet her, increasing the pace and in half a minute I was cumming in her pussy again. She collapsed on top of me and we lay there until our panting slowed and regular breathing resumed. She rolled off me and we laid on our sides, holding each other, her head tucked under my chin, and we dozed off.

I don’t know how long it was before we roused, and when we did we continued to lie there, cuddling and sharing little kisses until I realized that half the couples had left. “We’d better get cleaned up and get home” I said, and once more we went for a splash in the lake, then towelled off and headed for the car.

As we drove away from the parking lot, Donna said quietly, “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, we really shouldn’t have” I agreed, “but I’m glad we did, it was awesome.”

“I’m not sorry we f..f..fucked” (she had trouble getting the word out when it applied to herself) “it was wonderful, way better than I ever dreamed it would be. But….what if I’m pregnant? Then what?”

“Yeah. Thatt would be bad. Dad would beat me to death for doing that to you.”

“I wouldn’t tell them it was you” said Donna, “I’ll just say it was one of the boys at the beach, so you’ll be safe. It wouldn’t even be lying, you really were one of the boys at the beach.”

“That would work but they’ll really pressure you to say who.”

“Yes they will, but I’ll never say.”

“When will you know?”

“In about a week.”

We didn’t speak any more on the way home, lost in our own thoughts of what the future might hold for us.

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It was a subdued week for us, we were worried but all we could do was wait. Six days later Donna came down to breakfast and whispered in my ear.

“I’m not.”

I was relieved even though it meant we wouldn’t be going to the nude beach for another week or so. Just the same, my outlook became more cheerful, but Donna was another matter. She remained quiet and subdued, almost sad. I didn’t understand, I tried to cheer her up, to no avail

The day before my next day off, I was horny and eager to get back to the nude beach. I asked her, “Are you done? Can we do the nude scene tomorrow?”

She hung her head and said softly, “We can’t do that any more.”

“What? Why not? We both had a great time there!”

“Because if we go back we’ll fuck again, and I’ll get pregnant. We were lucky this time, I wasn’t fertile, but I will be and we won’t be so lucky next time. So we can’t do that any more.”

“Well we don’t have to fuck we could just masturbate each other like the first time. That was good too.”

“No” said Donna, “Please don’t ask me to go. You know if we go back there again we will fuck. Maybe not the first time or the second time but we WILL fuck, and I WILL get pregnant, you KNOW I will. I want you, I do. I want you so bad it hurts, but we can’t! We just CAN’T! Please don’t ask me to go, we can’t.” she sobbed, and fell against my chest crying.

“I put my arms around her and held her while she cried into my shirt. At that moment I knew three things: She would go back to the nude beach with me. If we went we would fuck. And she would get pregnant because once we started fucking again, we wouldn’t stop. I also realized that she was terribly vulnerable just then, and I couldn’t take advantage of her in that state.

“OK” I said, “OK we won’t go there any more.”

And we didn’t.

In the weeks and months that followed, there was an aura of sadness around Donna. She seldom smiled and never laughed. She went through her days almost robotically. Our parents noticed and expressed their concern, but she assured them she was just a little depressed and would get over it soon. For me it was torture living in the same house as her, seeing her every day, seeing her sexy figure and knowing what she looked like under her clothes, knowing how her breasts felt, how her pussy felt, how wonderful it was to fuck her, and all the while, knowing I couldn’t have her.

Time passed but the longing never did. As soon as I finished my schooling I moved out and got a job in a city a hundred miles away. I had to get away from her so the torture would end. Eventually I was able to put it behind me and get on with my life. I found love, married and had c***dren, and so did Donna. We never mentioned it again, but I always cherished the memory.

Thirty years later Dad passed away, and the extended family came home for the funeral. Afterward, we all gathered at the house Donna and I had grown up in to mourn together and reminisce. Late in the evening, Donna and I found ourselves alone in the gazebo, everyone else having drifted back into the house. We’d both had a fair bit of wine with the meal and had brought a bottle out with us. We’d been sipping wine and talking about Dad, what a good Grampa he had been, and we fell silent for a few minutes.

Donna seemed to find something interesting in her glass of wine, gazing into it intently and swirling it around. Without lifting her head she suddenly asked, “Why did you give up so easily?”

“What?”

“The nude beach, when I wouldn’t go back there with you, when I said no, you didn’t fight it. Why?”

“Oh. That. I couldn’t. I knew you were mine for the asking” I said, “and I wanted you, God how I wanted you. But I didn’t think I could live with myself if I talked you into it, knowing the consequences. I had to let you go, no matter how hard it was for me. It was for the best”.

“Yes I was yours, I would have gone if you’d just asked again. And it’s certain that you would have knocked me up, so yes it was for the best but that didn’t stop me from wishing and hoping you’d ask. At night I would lie in bed, wishing and hoping that you would sneak into my room and fuck me, but you never did, so I would masturbate to the memory of that day and then cry myself to sleep. I considered sneaking into your room and one night I did, I got as far as your door before I changed my mind.”

“And I kept hoping you’d tell me you changed your mind and then we would fuck our brains out, the consequences be damned. It took a long time, but I got over it eventually and I’ve had a happy life, but the memory of our time at the nude beach will always be special to me.”

“I’ve had a good life too” she said, “and a good sex life. I’ve had some memorable sex, Tim (her husband) is a very good lover. But nothing ever quite measured up to my first time with you. Maybe it was so special because it was my first time, or because I was so young and inexperienced, and maybe because it was my brother, or because you were really good or maybe it’s a combination of all of that, I don’t know. But because it was so special, I think…I think by rejecting your advances, I may have missed….we might have missed out on something great.” She smiled a sad smile. “I’ve kept my pussy shaved since then.”

“I really loved that, that you shaved it for me” I said.

“I kept it shaved so it would be bald when you came back to me. And then I kept it shaved in memory of that day, and because I prefer it. Tim appreciates it too I only ever let it grow out when I was too pregnant to see it.”

“Lucky Tim” I said, “I really wanted to see it and feel it again I would have given anything to resume our sex life, but it was for the best that we didn’t.”

“If the pill had been available to me, we would have fucked like rabbits, but it wasn’t so yes it was for the best. I know that.” She paused, and then, “I’m sorry.” she whispered.

“Sorry?” I asked.

She was silent for a while. “Intellectually I know that it was for the best that we didn’t, but I can’t stop thinking that I missed out on the best thing that could have happened to me in my life, that it would have been worth the consequences.” She lifted her head and looked me straight in the eyes and I saw a tear rolling down her cheek. “I wish I had never said no to you.”

Her gaze was unwavering as another tear followed the first. I broke eye contact and looked down into my wine glass.

“Yeah” I said, “Yeah, me too.”