Anxiety 6

Anxiety

By Dawn Ramble

This is a story about how a young woman's resolves her concern over her Body Image. I hope you enjoy it. All characters are over eighteen.

I'm Lucy Walker and ever since puberty I've had doubts about my body. I was one of the first girls at my school to get my monthly visitor, but I was tall, skinny and flat as a...well my nickname was 'beanpole'. While the girls around me developed breasts, some of them of amazing proportions, I hardly changed. At sixteen I was showering in the girls' locker room after soccer practice and Sandra pointed at my breasts and asked what's an anagram of 'melons' and almost all the others replied 'lemons' and found it hilarious. I pretended to laugh too, but it was so hurtful.

Now that I'm eighteen my breasts have filled out a little, still definitely A cup, but I'm very self-conscious because being so small they accentuate my very prominent large nipples. All my bras are padded as are my swimsuits. Some people have suggested I should get implants, but I hate that idea. Honestly I'm very conflicted, I'm good at track and field and soccer and I like that my body reflects that. I have good musculature without looking like a body builder. I'm tallish, lean, sinewy and strong.

I actually like how I look. When I'm alone I spend lots of time in the nude and feel really comfortable, but as soon as there is even a chance someone else might be around that assurance vanishes. I can't imagine even wearing a skimpy bikini. I always felt it would just look stupid, and people would laugh. The thing is I fantasize a lot about being naked in public. It has the almost irresistible lure of being forbidden.

However, the net result of my body anxiety is that I am particularly shy around boys and have passed the few dates I have been asked out on. That does not mean I don't fantasize about their cocks, because I do. I've never really seen one, at least not up close. In the fall I'll be starting university, and I really must do something about my anxiety before then. I don't want people to think I'm weird and anti-social, but what can I do.

Guess what, my Aunt Jody invited me to stay with them for a month at their place on Lake Tahoe as soon as school is out. I hadn't been there since I was twelve and hadn't seen her and my cousins since I was 15. I flew into Reno-Tahoe airport last night and Aunt Jody picked me up. Comin down to breakfast I found my Aunt and my cousins Mark and Robin discussing their plans for the day. They are almost a year older than me, fraternal twins who don't look even slightly alike. Mark is about my height broad shouldered and very tanned. If I remember correctly he looks a bit like Uncle Peter. Robin is about 5'7" not big breasted but bigger than me. She is lightly tanned and might be a little like her mother. Aunt Jody is heading off to the lawyers' office where she works. Mark and Robin suggest we go for a boat ride as it's a beautiful warm day. Seems we can take along a picnic to really enjoy ourselves. We also pack plenty of sunscreen and Off along with the cooler of food and drink.

We set off at about a quarter to ten and after we have cruised around for a couple of hours Mark guides the boat into Secret Cove and drops anchor about forty feet from the shore.

"You swim right?" he asks.

"Yes, but I don't have a swimsuit."

"Don't worry this beach is clothing optional."

I look around and see some naked people as well as others in regular swimwear. He sees the look on my face.

"Is it a problem? There isn't a dock, but I've got a dry bag with towels and stuff. We just leave our clothes in the boat. It's just Robin and I always come here. It's more accepting."

"Accepting of what?" I think, but don't say it.

Robin is already shedding her clothes and that's when I see she has a penis. I never knew; no one ever talked about it. I guess she's what they call intersex.

"Okay, that's fine," I hear myself say. I'm a little stunned, but like them I start shedding my clothes. If Robin's comfortable here I don't see why I should worry. For a person who's always had body anxiety this is going in at the deep end. I'm a confident swimmer and reach the shore just behind Robin. I watch as she strides up the beach. It's not crowded as it's Monday around noon. It seems most of the people here know Robin as a few call out a welcome; that includes some of the clothed as well as the nudists. However, it is these latter she heads towards now.

I stop and turn and see Mark lifting the cooler and a large dry bag from the water. Immediately, I go back to him, taking hold of one handle of the cooler, although it's actually quite light. Given he wants it to float easily it would be silly to load it down. When we reach Robin, we put down the cooler and Mark introduces me and guess what? People say "Hi!" and nobody gives me more than a smile of welcome. No one seems to think my body is in any way special. I'm not sure I like that. In my fantasies I'm at least an object of interest.

The first thing from the dry bag is a beach sheet we can all sit on, followed by towels although in the sunshine I feel I'm practically dry. Then Mark starts unpacking the cooler. I can't help looking around. I haven't been this close to nude people before, in fact, apart from a few girls in the change room at school I haven't ever been with anyone naked, close or otherwise: certainly, no boys or men. I try not to stare but penises are magnets to my eyes. All limp, of course, ranging from I would guess three to maybe four and a half inches, except one older guy whose must be five at least. They vary a bit more in thickness, and I wish I could see what arousal would do, but clearly that's not going to happen.

Once Mark has the cooler unpacked we eat our sandwiches and chug some beer from cans. I take a long drink of water rather than a second beer. After I finish I stand and put on more sunscreen and Robin stands to help me. I can't help looking from her penis to Mark's. They are almost the same size, a good three and a half inches or a bit more. If anything, hers looks slightly bigger. I feel her hands on my naked back and a little tingle goes through my groin. This is way outside my comfort zone but I'm liking it. She turns around handing me the lotion and I do the same for her still feeling the tingle and knowing my naughty nipples feel it too.

Mark stands and I offer the lotion back to Robin, but she just smirks at me and puts her hands behind her back. I do Mark's back, and he turns towards me. Is he a little aroused? I'm not sure. I offer him the lotion and he takes it from me.

"Want to go for a walk?" Robin asks me. I just nod and we set off along the beach. One or two people look...at her, not me.

"I guess, you didn't know about me," she says.

"No, nobody told me."

"I don't even know if your mother knows?"

"I don't think so."

"She knew when I was born but my Mum says she thought it should be surgically removed as I was obviously a girl. However, Mum thought they should wait and with a little persuasion my father agreed. I'm glad they did because what's in my head is not so obvious. I'm happy with the way I am. I mostly like boys but I'm a little bisexual," she paused and took a breath, "Actually, I find you super attractive; I hope I'm not embarrassing you."

"Er, no. I find you attractive too although I've never thought of myself as anything but straight."

"Well, that's all right then!"

By this time, we'd reached the other end of the beach and had to turn back.

"Do you find Mark attractive too?"

"I do."

"So do I even though he's my twin. Do you think that's sinful?"

"I'm not really into that kind of thinking. I don't think you can control that kind of thought. Either you find him attractive, or you don't."

"Well, I find him really hot. I haven't met another guy who turns me on as much. Does that disgust you?"

"No, he is pretty hot, but I have never really dated anyone."

"Never?"

I shake my head.

"Holly shit, what kind of girl are you?"

"Oh, I have plenty of lustful thoughts, but I've been scared that nobody would like my body."

"That's crazy!"

"I know but that's who I am."

"Today must be a big step for you."

"It is, I would never have taken it if I hadn't seen your confidence."

"Well, I'm glad I helped. I'm an exhibitionist at heart but I have to be careful; there are some hateful people around."

"I understand. I think you're very brave."

"I have good friends here who wouldn't let anything happen to me. There have been a couple of incidents, so I know."

When we return to our spot one of the men offers to pour us some wine in a plastic cup. Robin and Mark both take one, so I do too. I see his penis give a twitch as he pours and I see he is watching my jutting nipples. As he corks the bottle his gaze falls to the spot between my long legs, my sex. Every pore in my body tingles with this new attention and his thingy stirs and lifts against his thigh. I don't know anything about him but we have a connection. I see Robin has noticed and she smiles before saying, "Rupe, you old perv!"

He laughs and says, "It's not me just my body."

"Right!"

We have been lying quietly for a while when Robin says quietly, "Mark, how would you like to show Lucy our special place?"

"Sure, if you think she'd like it."

"Oh, I think she would."

With that we three swim back to the boat. I take the dry bag, while Mark brings the cooler with a small bag of our trash inside it. Robin is first back, and takes our stuff from us, before we clamber in.

We sit letting the afternoon sun dry us as Mark takes the boat out into the lake. Robin's arm is around my shoulder hugging me close and I feel her fingers run lightly over my left nipple. I feel it stiffen under her touch. I look down at our laps and emboldened I close my fingers around her somewhat chubby penis. I revel in its feel as it begins to harden within my light grasp. I am beyond excitement this is the first time I have held one and as it stretches like a creature with a life of its own I am thrilled. My grip begins to move up and down the shaft, and soon it is pointing to the sky. It must have doubled in length and in thickness. Even though I know this is supposed to happen I am in awe of it.

I look around. Just as before there are few craft about, none close by. It's only a little more than fifteen minutes before Mark turns back to the shore. He has his back to us unaware of what is happening behind him as Robin leans in and kisses me quickly pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I have never been kissed like this before by anyone. As he slows the boat I see we are drifting towards a tiny beach, no more than twenty feet across. There is no one in sight; it's very private with three large rocks at one end.

Mark drops anchor. This time the boat is closer to shore; anchored within the cover of some trees, and this time we have to swim only a few strokes before we find our footing. There is no sign of anyone.

"It's quite a hike to get here without a boat. I doubt anyone is coming now," says Mark as he guides us towards the rocks.

Within the rocks a small amount of sand surrounds a lower flat rock. Mark signals me to lie down on it, and without questioning I do. He moves forward and positions his penis against my lips. I let them open and reach for his penis and grip it. Like Robin's it feels silky and hard at the same time, and I grasp it firmly as he pushes it towards my mouth. I'm surprised that he's already hard even before I begin to stroke it. Is he as large as Robin, possibly? I let my tongue lick nervously across the top of the tip, encountering a drop of liquid there. I open my mouth wider and let the head of his thing enter before closing my lips around the shaft. As he gently pushes in and out I let my tongue trace its contours. I like the feel of his...his cock on my lips.

He withdraws and spreads my legs and next I sense his tongue tracing patterns between the lips down there over my clit and into the vestibule and out again. I have masturbated many times, but this feeling is so much better and suddenly I am overwhelmed by an orgasm and I'm banging his nose hard as my knees come together.

"This is my first cousin," I think. Mum and Jody are sisters. This has to be wrong; it's incest but it feels so good. As I recover he pushes me further back along the rock's surface until my head is resting on the further edge. I sense he is climbing between my legs, and his cock is beginning its assault. I cry out as he breaks through whatever is left of my hymen. He grunts in surprise, but the deed is done, and despite some pain my...cunt welcomes the urgency of his thickness. My eyes are closed but as he begins to thrust something bumps against my lips. Opening my eyes I look up into Robin's eyes. She is pushing her aroused cock between my lips as Mark continues his rhythmic thrusts. My lips part and she buries it deep almost to my throat. For a second I gag but then I relax and let it probe deeply as my tongue plays around the shaft.

Once again I am swept up in an intense orgasm and my teeth close on her cock but thankfully do not bite. Almost instantly as Robin wisely withdraws her penis, I am riding the crest of another climax. Mark is going hard and as I crash over the top I feel him come inside me. Hands pull me forward until my feet fall from the rock to the ground and once again I feel a hard penis enter me. Looking up I see it is Robin who has now entered my juicy cunt. She stands between my spread legs thrusting and her cock is every bit as thick as Mark's and she is equally energetic. She pauses bending low over me and I see Mark is behind her. As she begins to thrust again, he is thrusting too.

"Does she have a cunt?" I wonder, "or is he up her butt hole?" but then yet another orgasm takes me, and I'm gone. In the half minute or so that I am literally out of it, Robin climaxes releasing a little more semen into my already sticky vagina.

When I recover she is still bracing herself between my legs as Mark continues to pound into her. Having come once he is not in a hurry and Robin's cock remains hard within me until Mark collapses with a cry and we are all done... at least for now.

Back in the boat we quickly towel dry and get dressed before Mark pulls up the anchor and we start the journey home. Robin hugs me as we settle back and relax.

"How did you like the start of your vacation?"

"It was as wonderful as it was unexpected. Do you and Mark go there a lot?"

"Do you mean do we fuck a lot? Yes, we do. It's incestuous of course, but when you feel an irresistible lust for each other, what are you supposed to do?"

I don't have an answer, but I can't help thinking, "If this is day one, what comes next?"

THE END

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