Mind Made Up Pt 11

Castillo. Day eleven. Friday.

My door is still locked this morning. It has been for the last three days.

I open my eyes, mind lost in a haze as I stir to wakefulness. My hands wander across my frame, caressing my skin along the way. My left hand reaches between my legs and caresses my morning wood. I whimper gently, keeping my eyes closed for a moment, allowing the delicious sensation to wash over me.

Quickly, it occurs to me that all I would need to do is go across into the other room, to my sister Heather - she would be happily please me in whatever way she wanted. She did it once, after all. The memory of it makes me harder still. And if my other sister Stacey were here as well, she might even join in - my similar experience with her was in the shower.

My hand wraps around my shaft and I start to rub one out; my eyes open slightly and wander to the bedstand where my phone rests. With my right hand, I grab it and access my internal photos. There they are. Every girl I've had sex or intimate moments with since this, photographed in their glorious nudity.

Alice. My former teacher. What a romp that was with her husband in the room as she rode my dick hard while her husband watched us...

Dolores. My mom's best friend, though they haven't seen each other in a while. She was the first to touch me - to blow me - when all this started. I was able to fuck her good as well. And she'll be here tomorrow...

Elena. I fucked this personal assistant hard during my job interview with Lulu Bowler, even watching Lulu get it on while watching us.

Pauline. My next door neighbor. Not only was I able to go down with her a few glorious times, I also managed to help resolve her spousal issues and make her husband more compliant to her needs. It involved Esther, a woman with whom her husband was having an affair with. I broke that off by getting Esther under my spell and away from him, though it really didn't take that much convincing.

And then, I had the most amazing threesome with both.

Then there's Irina. My father's conquest and the mother of my assignment, Jessie. The way she greeted me, the fun we had, the confidence she displayed in my resolution to help her... I will find her daughter, my half-sister, and set her on her way home. If I can.

I can't forget Mary, my sexy librarian, who is always up for shenanigans with me. She's one of the rare few that's aware of the existence of the ring that started all this since she's investigating it for me. But I can trust that so long as I keep her happy, she'll be discreet with it.

Milly was a surprising date, a waitress I seduced for the sheer pleasure of it even while I was with another girl. I guess I did it to prove a point.

Olivia was my first full romp (in the backwoods of a local park no less!), rekindling with a former classmate, testing the waters of desire and passion with her in this new lifestyle.

I had Sally, my realtor, when we visited the mansion I aim to buy. She's my connection to the business world and helping me with the money needed for my purchase, beyond her duties as a fabulous sexual partner.

As I flip to the next image, I land upon the one I transferred from my father's files, one I didn't take myself. It's of Jane - my mother. It's not surprising my father had a picture of her. She's lying on the bed, on her side, her beautiful buttocks emphasized, her head tilted to look at him.

By now, I've been stroking myself for more than a minute with intent; when you masturbate for yourself, most often, there's no point in making it last. When my eyes wander across the naked picture of my mother, the tension hits me quite hard and quite suddenly. I moan and wince as the pleasure rises in me.

- Aaah...

That entire area of my body tightens, and then I release, shooting intently up in the air and across my stomach. I internalize most of the sounds of pleasure, somewhat aware my sister and mother might hear me if I'm too loud. As the pent-up tension dissipates, satisfied and relaxed, I lull myself back to sleep for an unknown amount of time.

LATER, I AM IN THE SHOWER when the door opens; I don't bother locking it anymore - not that one. I can't immediately know who is there, so I call out.

- Hello?

- Grant? Hi!

My sister Heather.

- You could hear the water running? I ask her.

- I could. Didn't care. Besides, it's not like you're hiding anything new in there. Are you?

I giggle.

- Yes, Heather. I've grown an extra limb since last you saw.

- Okay. Cool, she dismisses my quip.

I continue lathering myself as Heather carries on the conversation.

- Stacey's coming in around 10 this morning. 11 at latest.

- Okay.

- Still going to the beach together? she asks.

- That's the plan.

I hear the mischievous smile in her tone.

- ...can't wait to show you my new bikini.

- I'm sure I'll like it.

- You better! she snarls back.

Her mood immediately shifts back to playful.

- So... ummm...

- Yes? I inquire. What is it?

- I was wondering if there were a chance for... you know?

- I know?

She leaves the sink and walks to stand on the other side of the curtain. I turn my attention to her.

- You know... a chance for me to play with your... dick. Today. At any point.

She said it. Directly. I'm still stunned that this is happening - with Heather. I pause for a moment, considering my answer.

- Well, certainly not at the beach, I reply.

- Obviously... but...

She sighs. I decide I need to speak up.

- Heather?

- Yes? she replies.

- I love you. You know that?

- And I love you. And I can't help but feel how I feel.

I see her move away from the curtain and back to the sink.

- ...you told me you felt it too, she adds.

- I did. And I do.

This conversation feels overdue.

- ...I think Stacey likes you too the same way, she mumbles.

- You think so?

- We've been chatting back and forth these past few days in anticipation of today. And Grant... I know it's not appropriate to say or anything, but we don't mind... sharing. You. With one another. Or others.

Her words are sharp, almost painful to say - to admit.

- I would share you with anyone, I tell them. Nobody owns anybody. We are all free until we decide we no longer are.

- I like that philosophy, she replies.

What else am I going to say? My current lifestyle is not conducive to jealousy, possessiveness or... monogamy. Or traditional relationships. Or anything I was told was the norm growing up.

- Heather. Come over here.

I finish rinsing and turn off the water; once that's done, I pull back the curtain. I lean down as she sits on the side of the bath.

- You want to further this between us?

- I do. I want more.

- Well... so do I. But we must be careful. What we plan to have - currently have, to some extent - is not socially acceptable.

- I know that. But I can't help how I feel.

- And I can't help it either. But think of mom. Think of your friends.

She sighs; she doesn't want to care about those things, but she needs to.

- So that's why we take it slow, I add.

She leans in and kisses me.

- I understand, she replies.

- I'd hug you but I'm all wet, I tell her.

- Like I care.

Her arms wrap around me. We hug in tight.

- I'm hitting the showers after you anyway.

- Okay.

We let each other go; I lock eyes with her.

- Soon. I promise.

- I trust you, she answers.

We swap places; as I step out of the shower, she strips off her pajamas and takes my place inside the tub. I take a long look at her curves; I never got around to her picture (or Stacey's) in my morning rise. She smiles gently at me, then pulls the curtain closed.

IT'S LATE MORNING when the outside door swings open. I'm minding my own business in the living room as I hear Stacey shuffling in; mom moves to greet her, and I hear Heather walk down the stairs. I rise from the couch and move to stand in the doorway to the living room. Stacey is putting down her luggage, with mom waiting to greet her with open arms. They hug, but Stacey's eyes dart to me over the shoulder, even as Heather waits near the stairs landing. There's an unspoken desire voiced in those eyes, one not dissimilar to the one discussed with Heather this morning.

As mom moves away, I let Heather go first; she hugs Stacey tightly. These two have been chatting about me for a few days - Heather confessed as much. When Heather retreats, I move in.

- ...Grant, she mumbles.

- Stacey.

We hug. She presses her breasts against my chest and leans into my cheek for a kiss; I kiss her in kind. Mom comes to hug us from the side, and Heather takes the opportunity to join in. A family hug, like we haven't had one in a long while. But this one resonates with a different stroke, as far as three of us are concerned. And I can't help but feel like my own mother is pressing hard against us, as if she was unconsciously realizing something. But it may be just my overactive imagination at this point.

We agree on a plan; we'll head out for lunch downtown, buy something on the way and carry it to the beach. We head our separate ways for a moment, and I return to my room to choose a bathing suit - not that I have many to pick from. On the other side of the wall, I can hear the muffled voices of my sisters, chatting up each other. I'm tempted to listen in but focus on myself.

As I head out, I grab my phone. It would be tempting to invite more people I know - my list of girlfriends, if I can call them that - and turn this into a big thing, but this is a family day. I do take a moment to text all of them, to make sure they know I'm thinking of them. I get several replies, some with very nice pictures.

MUCH LATER, the four of us arrive at the beach. It's not packed for a Friday, which is fine for me. We find a spot near the water, far from the guard tower. I watch my sisters strip into their bikinis. My older sister Stacey unveils a cyan blue bikini that leaves little to the imagination, strips over the middle of her breasts with exposed roundness on each side, and a bottom matching string bikini that's quite narrow. My younger sister, not to be outdone, sports a sparkly green number, less revealing but equally sexy, held together by knots which seem to threaten to come undone by themselves. However, my surprise is genuine when I watch my mother Jane reveal a pink two-piece item that is more than flattering to her larger curves.

I can't help but stare at all of them, though I don't make it too obvious. Still, I see my sisters, at least, staring back at me. They settle down and grab their sunscreen, and start applying it to each other's body, casting a glance in my direction to make sure I'm watching them. But even as I am, Jane calls to me.

- Grant, dear?

- Yes?

- Could you do my back? she asks while handing me the lotion.

I smile as I lean behind her, putting a dab on my fingers. She shivers when I touch her first.

- How do you like my swimsuit?

- I love it. It's great on you.

- Thanks. I'm glad you like it, she continues. I went shopping and bought it just for this occasion.

I keep massaging her back and shoulders as I apply the lotion.

- For me, mom? I ask with a grin.

- Well. Obviously not just for you, she replies with the same grin.

We giggle.

- I just wanted to look beautiful.

- You do, I tell her.

My hands massage her sides as I refresh the lotion there. I notice my sisters staring - there's a tiny hint of jealousy in their eyes, but there's more. My hands go to Jane's neck and I pound away at the flesh there.

- Ooohh... Grant... that's good.

- Thank you. I just... I just want to take care of you.

- That's sweet.

She tilts her head and smiles at me. I lean in and kiss her forehead. She retrieves the lotion for herself and continue to apply it on her chest. I watch for a quick moment, then let my mind wander to the other people on the beach. Men and women of all ages, relaxing. It's nice. Eyes are drawn to me still, so I keep my distance and don't offer inviting glances.

My sisters beckon me to their side. As I slouch down near them, hands reach for my thighs. I let them be.

- What's the plan? Heather asked.

- The plan? I reply.

There's a hesitation in her voice.

- Are we going to... try to have some fun? Together? The... the three of us?

Stacey's eyes widen as she is only half-surprised by what she hears. She nods silently, as if in agreement with Heather's comment.

- Not sure it's wise, I tell them plainly. Consider we're in a public place. Consider mom is here.

They seem disappointed and I understand them. There's been an implication of illicit activity from the first time this beach visit was discussed. I must admit, to myself, that I would also enjoy something risky. But I need to be smart about it.

- I do have one idea that might be fun. But I'm gonna have to step away for a moment. Do you mind?

- Not at all, Stacey says. We'll be in the water.

They rise, getting their crotches at my eye level as they turn away, shaking their very sexy behinds while they head swiftly to the water. I smile at my mother who is staring out at the waves, lost in thought. I rise and head towards the lifeguard tower. There are two people on watch, a young man and a young woman, in appropriate attire. I decide to address the woman though I make sure the man can hear me.

- Hello.

Her eyes undress me without hesitation.

- Hi there! she answers. What can I do you for?

- This is going to sound like a strange request, since there's no context but - can I speak to your supervisor?

She is startled by my request, as is her partner. They stare at me for a moment.

- Why? What's going on? the man chimes in.

I decide that, for today, for now, I don't want to be subtle. I want my plan to work.

- I want to ask them for something that neither of you can allow. That's why I need to speak with them.

- Well... ok then, the woman answers.

She walks into the booth, brings out a dedicated phone line.

- Direct to her offices, she says.

- What's her name?

- Lita Brown.

I thank her and have her dial the number. They both stay close to me. It's as the phone rings that I realize I've never attempted to sway someone over the phone. It is my appearance? Is it my voice? In fairness, people tend to do what I say but I'm not certain how it carries over.

I suppose now's as a good a chance as any.

A secretary answers: my call is redirected and I quickly get someone on the line.

- Lita Brown speaking. How may I help you?

A sultry voice, but I can't tell anything else from it. I brace myself as I think of the way I'm going to formulate my request.

- Mrs. Brown?

- Yes. Who is this?

- My name is Grant. I'm a... client at the beachfront. I'm calling you from the dedicated phone line.

- Mr. Grant. Is there a problem?

I pause for a moment; I need to know if my power will work over the phone before I make my request. And I need to find out in a way that is non-threatening to her. It takes a moment to come out with a proposition.

- Would you mind giving me your mother's name?

An innocuous question, one that I hope will seem innocent. There's a slight hesitation.

- Her name is Michelle.

Pause.

- Why do you ask? she continues.

I can scarcely believe it. It seems to be working even though we are not face-to-face. I'm taken aback for a moment even as the lifeguards stare at me.

- Just a curiosity.

I'm tempted to try another experiment; and I decide that it's worth it, just to be safe for later. But I want to frame it properly.

- I understand you're in charge of the beach?

- I am. I make all decisions regarding its management.

- Including enforcement of rules?

- That is right. Though for criminal offenses, obviously, we call the police.

- Obviously.

So far, so good. I indulge in a little bit of control next.

- Please give me your bust size.

- 36C.

The ease at which she conveys the information, with no regard for what she is saying, confirms it. I go full swing.

- What's the policy for clothing at the beach?

- What do you mean? she inquires.

- Is nudity allowed on the beach?

- It is not, she states plainly.

I go for gold.

- What would it take for it to happen today?

- Today?

The surprise in her voice is clear; but I have to press on.

- If I asked you to make it happen today, would that be feasible?

There's a pause as her mind processes my question - really, my request. I wait. The lifeguards that have heard me are equally stunned by my proposal - though it's clear that neither of them is against the general idea. I do see him staring her down while she stares me down.

- You two a couple? I ask them while putting my hand on the microphone.

- No, we're not, the man replies.

It's clear he would like to be.

- Do you like him? I ask the girl.

She looks at him, smiles.

- He's alright.

- Maybe you two should date? I suggest to them.

- Date? she inquires.

- Yeah, I insist. Hang out, do stuff together, see where it goes.

The man smiles.

- I'd... I'd like that.

- Sure, she replies.

I smile at them as they smile at each other.

- No obligation, I add to make sure they have a way out of my suggestion. If it doesn't work, neither of you will the worst for wear.

- Thanks! the man says to me.

I hear Lita's voice bringing me back to the conversation.

- It could be done for today, she says. There's a law on the books about public nudity.

- What is it? I inquire.

- It says that public nudity is allowed up to the point where there are no lewd activities ongoing.

Curiosity spikes.

- Can you tell me when that law was enacted?

- Let's see... maybe fifteen-twenty years ago?

My father. It has to be him.

- Please make it happen, I tell her.

- Alright. I will.

- Once it's done, call back here, at the tower, to let us know, please.

- I'll do it, Mr. Grant.

I decide to add a layer to my game.

- And once that's done, come on over to the beach and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

- That's a good idea.

- Great. Thank you so much, Mrs. Brown.

- Call me Lita. Please.

We extend last greetings and I hang up. I explain what will follow to my two new friends; they seem enthusiastic about it.

- Probably won't apply to us though, says the woman. Since we're working.

- Lita will be coming over. Or you can ask her when she calls.

It's clear that this lifeguard lady wants to show herself to me. I thank them for their work and head back towards my mother and sisters under confused but excited stares.

FOR A LONG WHILE, up until about noon, all is quiet. I frolic in the water, soak in the sun, admire the view. Eventually, I spot a service truck arriving near the entrance. A man exits, looking somewhat amused, taking out some new signs which he starts putting up. I read from afar: NUDE BEACH. I can't help but giggle.

At the lifeguard tower, I see movement. The man has come to answer the phone. A thought occurs to me - now that nudity is allowed, we won't get in trouble if we undress, but no one's the wiser about the situation. There's also the consideration of having children on site but there are none at this time. The lifeguard woman waves at me from a distance; I think I see her giggle. To make this more interesting, I have one more step to accomplish. I leave my family once more where they are and start strutting along the beach. As nonchalantly as I can, I point and call out to the sign being put up.

- Neat! The beach is nude now apparently.

As people turn and stare, I notice confused eyes. I pour on a little bit of a performance.

- Personally, I think that's a great idea. Don't you?

When presented with the argument this way, from experience, I know that the majority (if not the totality) will agree with me. But I choose to add a caveat to my intervention.