Since this is Part 2, it's probably a good idea to read Part 1 first if haven't already done so. Yes, everyone is fictitious, over eighteen, and usually naked. And unless I missed something there's no incestuous sexual contact.
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The eastern sky was a blaze of purple and violet, blue, red and orange. The bright half moon was still visible low in the west as the dawn sun started breaking over the horizon. We made our way out of the water and onto the grassy beach again. There was a fairly good breeze from the southwest which felt amazing on our dripping bodies so we didn't bother to towel off, deciding to air dry as God had intended. Six nude friends, and family, welcoming the early of the new day. Knowing the sun would be all the way up soon, we dragged our blankets over to what would be the shade of a couple large trees.
As we were arranging our stuff, Petey held up the pipe questioningly. "We haven't been to sleep yet," he stated, "so we can't really be accused of doing a wake and bake."
"I'm down with that," Karla giggled, giving one of his ass cheeks a little squeeze. The rest of us agreed. We had enough of my mom's herb left to do three or four hits each. The mellow swept over us almost imperceptibly, like the slowly growing light from the rising sun.
"I love watching the dawn break out here," Scooter sighed. She had already claimed half of a blanket and assumed a lotus position, bathing in the moment and sweetly ambivalent to the way it opened the adorable floral folds of her pussy to the view of anyone looking her way. She caught Sal looking and smiled. "Yep, that's what a girl looks like," she told him.
"It's an inside joke. That's what she said to him the first time he saw her naked," Petey explained to a bemused looking Karla. "Back when he and Jamie first started jamming together, before he knew about our family's attitude about all over skin, the three of us were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and talking about possible additions for the band. Laurel was staying at the farm to help Aunt Angie in the gardens and I was helping Jamie upgrade the studio wiring in the barn. Laurel and my aunt both love gardening...and being...naked. So Laurel wanders into the kitchen, nude as usual, grabs a cup and pours herself some coffee. Then she stood there leaning against the cupboard, sipping and savoring as though it was nothing out of the ordinary (which for us is true). At first, Sal only noticed motion out of the corner of his eye. But when he turned to look, he shot coffee out of his nose. Not his finest moment."
"It was so cute," Scooter interjected. "There sat this gorgeous brute and he was speechless, if you can believe it. Within seconds I could see a massive tent forming in his shorts. I couldn't help but smile. It amuses me how little control guys have over that thing sometimes."
"And..." Petey jumped back in, "they just looked at each other for maybe a full minute while Jamie and I laughed. Sal didn't even try to hide his hard-on or pretend he wasn't staring at her tits. And she refused to give him a break, openly staring at his crotch. Finally, though, she looked him in the eye and said, 'Yep, this is what a girl looks like. I'm Laurel, by the way, but my friends call me Scooter. Long story.' She then turned and wiggled her ass as she walked toward the back door with her coffee. 'Also by the way,' she called over her shoulder, 'if you're gonna hang around here very much, you're probably way over-dressed.'"
"That ended up being the first day he joined us at the quarry," Scooter added. "By late afternoon, he was out here in the water as naked as the rest of us. We rode Petey's van, and later Aunt Angie brought a picnic out in the Studebaker and joined us for supper and a swim. Nude. At first Sal was a little freaked out being naked around his friend's mom, but he started to loosen up when she just smiled at catching him checking out her boobs and her bush. And when he started trying to cover up his rising boner she laughed and said, 'Son, it ain't no thing. Bodies are bodies. Skin is skin. Friends are friends and family's family. You're officially family now, so relax."
By this point in the story, we were all laughing. Petey and Karla were sitting on a blanket near Scooter's. Sal was standing with his massive arms folded across his massive chest trying, unsuccessfully, to look gruff and intimidating. Scooter herself was still sitting in a now partly lotus position, with one arm wrapped around Sal's leg, a hand trailing lightly up and down his inner thigh and grazing his balls each time she reached the top. She never made eye contact with him. Instead she stared steadily at Bobbi, who in turn stared steadily back. Each watching the other's face and what they were doing. Bobbi had backed me up against a huge maple trunk had my arms around her from behind. Her hands held mine over her breasts, and was slowly grinding against my fully engorged cock, trapped as it was upright between the cheeks of her delightful ass. "Jamie?" she said.
"Yea?" I answered, giving her boobs a squeeze and pushing my cock tighter into her crevice.
