It was early afternoon and the sun was beginning it's descent. High rise buildings contrasted against the faded green mountains in the far distance. It was less than a mile from the tall buildings to the beautiful white sand beaches of Ipanema in Rio de Janeiro. There were many people basking in the heat of the sun's rays and enjoying the cool ocean's waves.
On colorful fabric cangas spread on the beach, lying side by side on their backs, were two beautiful blonde women. Their skin was shiny with sunscreen and their eyes were closed as if asleep. One that looked under twenty was tall and thin with a rectangular shaped body and a green Brazilian cut bikini. She had mascara-covered lashes over her eyes. Her platinum blonde hair framed her forehead with short bangs. She had a small nose with a ring through the left side.
The other woman looked to be in her thirties with champagne blonde hair and a trim almost muscular pear shaped body. She was wearing a white bikini with transparent straps.
"Honey you sure you want to stay here till the sun goes down?" she said to a man sitting nearby. "I don't want us to burn."
"The sunset will be quite beautiful," said the handsome man with dark chocolate colored skin. He spoke in a thick Brazilian accent. His hair was gray at the temples and he wore shorts and a button up shirt. He sat on a chair beneath an umbrella as he sipped a dark cocktail. He looked over the two women and smiled. "We could get a couple more chairs and umbrellas."
"I think so. Ashley you might get too dark," the woman replied.
"I'll be fine Mateus," the younger woman said. "Anyway my tan will fade by the time I have my next photoshoot."
"We can get a couple in case you change your mind," Mateus said. "Aiden my boy, could you get two more chairs and umbrellas for the girls?" He handed some Brazilian reals (dollars) to a young man sitting next to him. He had platinum blonde hair, longish on top and shaved around the sides. He was also sitting on a chair beneath an umbrella.
"Yeah sure," he said. He took a long sip from a coconut drink he had nearby before wrapping a canga with a Brazilian flag design around his shoulders and standing up. He wore a Brazilian sunga (similar to a speedo) that matched his cerulean eyes. He had a trim figure with skin a bit paler than his mother and sister.
Aiden's stepfather Mateus had suggested yesterday that they go watch the sunset over the ocean. They had only arrived an hour ago.
He did a little people watching, but had been pretty bored. He wondered if he should have gone shopping with his oldest sister, Courtney. She went with her boyfriend Jim to Barra da Tijuca, a place known for having an indoor mall similar to the United States. Aiden enjoyed experiencing local culture, but Courtney quickly got bored of "local" and liked reverting back to what she was used to. Their youngest sister Catlyn had gone with them. He knew it wasn't that she liked shopping that much, in fact Catlyn was the least interested in fashion of the whole Strom family. She had done a little modeling and acting as a child, but after middle school she had changed how she dressed to comfortable and simple clothing. Aiden suspected she didn't go to the beach because she didn't want to be seen in a swimsuit. She was very shy ever since puberty.
It only took Aiden a minute to find where to rent chairs and umbrellas. After paying, he saw a young man with caramel-colored skin and the physique of an athlete walk up to him.
His torso was like an inverted pyramid, with a wide muscular chest upon which sat a set of square shoulders. One had a coiled green UCU snake tattoo. Around his neck were a pair of silver crucifixes. His biceps were large and his abdominals perfectly chiseled. His lower ab veins led down to long black board shorts.
"Hey Aiden, walk with me down the beach? I saw some hot girls," he said with a deep voice.
"Can't pick them up yourself Marlon?" Aiden asked, with a smirk. "Help me with the umbrellas." He started walking with the chairs and when he reached Cara, Ashley and Mateus, he set them down. After Marlon set down the umbrellas, Aiden sat down on his chair.
"I bet Brazilians love the whole Aryan thing here," Marlon said gesturing to Aiden. "I just look like a local."
"Eh-" Aiden began to protest, but he was pretty bored. His stepbrother was right; Brazilian women and men seemed to love his blonde hair and blue eyes. It was only their fourth day there and he had already kissed more than 20 people at clubs and bloco parties. (Both men and women, he wasn't particularly fond of gay or straight labels when it came to his sexuality.) He had heard that Brazilians enjoyed kissing and were much more open in that regard, which he could very much confirm, but he hadn't got laid yet. In fact it had been a couple weeks since he last had sex, which was a long time for him. He had met a lot of hot people in Brazil that he would have slept with, but whenever the chance came up he had been out with his sisters and didn't want to leave them alone.
Something was off though. Marlon didn't seem like the type to ask for help with girls.
"You seriously can't get any?" Aiden said looking at his very attractive step-brother. Although Aiden had mixed feelings about Marlon's alpha-male personality, he had one night stands with his type before. Marlon muscular body was drool worthy, and his chiseled jawline, with thick lips, and black soulpatch made him all the more sexy. If it was just one night, and if Marlon wasn't his stepbrother, Aiden would have already hooked up with him. Well... if Marlon was gay.
"Ok, you got me. Cara begged me to get you off your ass," Marlon said.
"I didn't beg," the older blonde woman said.
"Seriously mother?" Aiden laughed.
"She did," Marlon smiled. Aiden sighed.
The beach did have some pretty hot bodies out today. Away from his mother and sisters, maybe he could actually meet someone on this trip he could hook up with.
"What the hell, sure,"Aiden said, standing up.
"Love you Aidy," Cara said, blowing him a kiss.
"You too."
"We might be gone for a while," Marlon said.
They began walking down the beach along the waterline, not speaking to each other, but side by side. There were many people, some in the water, others lying on the sand or playing with a football (soccer ball in America). He wondered how awkward it would be, leering at women with Marlon. But there was always the hope he could meet someone interesting. Aiden was by no means ready to settle down, but who knows, it could happen. He enjoyed meeting new people, and he did need to practice Portuguese. He had learned some phrases from his modeling friends that were from Brazil. And his stepfather Mateus would sometimes teach him new words. Aiden wasn't fluent like Mateus, but he was better than everyone else in his family.
They approached a pair of women from behind. Their Brazilian thongs barely covered their large ovoid posteriors.
"Hello," Marlon said loudly from behind.
The two women turned. They looked middle-aged, wrinkles and lines over their smiling faces. Aiden laughed. Marlon smiled and rolled his eyes at Aiden.
"Hallo cutie," one said. Marlon waved and continued to walk. Aiden caught up.
"Not your type?" he asked.
"I'm in not in the mood for older women," Marlon said.
"Isn't that a little shallow?"
"Maybe..." Marlon said with a shrug. "Is it just me or was their asses like 20 years younger than their faces?"
"Sounds about right," Aiden replied with a smirk.
They walked a bit more and Aiden saw a dark skin woman and one lighter, almost Marlon's skin tone in matching white bikinis coming out of the waves. The guys waited for the women to come closer as they left the waves toward the shore.
"How are you?" Marlon said when they were close enough.
"Good," they responded. "Americans?" said the woman with a chocolate skin tone. Her box-braided hair with silver beads was long, reaching right below her ample chest. She had thick lips and her dark brown eyes had heavy lashes.
"Yes," Aiden replied. The women smiled.
"So many muscles," she said, looking at Marlon.
"I like to work out," Marlon said with a shrug.
"I like your hair," said the woman with lighter skin in a heavy accent. She held her hand up to Aiden's platinum blonde locks. Her own silky brown tresses hung down to her small chest. Aiden noticed she was wearing a thin silver band across one of her wrists.
"Thanks, yours is very beautiful," he replied.
"Do you live near here?" Marlon asked the woman with box-braids.
"Not too far," she said, pointing inland, to the North.
"You have a sexy body," he said, putting his hand to her hip. She smiled as he moved closer.
Aiden watched as his stepbrother kissed the woman. He sure did move fast.
"Qual é o seu nome?" Aiden asked. Meaning what is your name. The woman with the silver band on her wrist smiled broadly.
"Yara," she said.
"Beautiful."
"Voce e muito gato," she said to him.
"Hmm?" He didn't quite understand her use of slang. She moved closer and kissed Aiden's lips.
"You want to have sex?" Marlon asked the woman with box braids quietly, but loud enough Aiden could hear.
"Oh... um?" the woman he was talking to seemed uncomfortable.
"Do you want to?" he asked.
"Sorry no," she replied softy.
"Ok no problem. It was good meeting you," he said.
Marlon started to walk away.
"Guess we're going," Aiden said to Yara.
"Sorry about him." He gave a regretful smile and then turned, catching up to his stepbrother.
"Are you usually that bad with women?" Aiden said with a smirk.
