Broke Oak Cousin Sarah Ch 03

{Note: Please read Broke Oak: Cousin Sarah Chapters 1 and 2 first for this to make the most sense. These stories are from my experiences and I have changed names and obscured some descriptions, but what you read is real.}

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My cousin Sarah called out of the blue. She wanted to come and visit during one of her mom's trips abroad. School was out (like her mom before her retirement, she teaches high school); her recent divorce was final and the dust settling; and, we had not seen each other in about 10 years.

Sarah had arrived and she and I had crossed that first hurdle of being nude in front of each other. In our younger days, we had been as close as siblings, but it had been years now since we had seen each other, and suddenly here we were, both over sixty, and we were nude with each other and walking around Broke Oak introducing her to friends and showing her the pool, showers, hot tub, social hall, etc.

After a couple more days, Sara's visit was near the half-way mark and she was totally comfortable. In fact, it got so normal that I went golfing one morning with Hank and a couple of the other guys, leaving Sarah on her own -- and all without any sense of fear for Sarah feeling awkward or abandoned.

After golfing, I came back to an anything-but-normal day. When we got out of Hank's Suburban next to the clubhouse, Sarah appeared worried, not frantic, but very concerned. I knew immediately that she needed to talk. So I grabbed my clubs and, with a totally naked cousin Sarah, headed back to my lot.

When we got inside, I looked at Sarah with an open and concerned feeling. Sarah spoke with a stumble to her speech. "Gus, Linda - I mean Mom, she's had me call her by her first name for thirty years now -- had problems with her trip."

Quickly, I interjected "Is she OK, has there been an accident, did she get sick?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Her plans were to fly to Miami, catch a cruise ship and take it to Aruba, then she was going to be two weeks at a resort, catch another cruise ship back to Miami and fly home."

"Yes," I responded, "what happened?"

"Well, she got to Aruba and the resort cancelled her stay, the ship was over booked, and so she had to fly out today -- at their expense and first class, of course." Sarah rolled her eyes at that last part.

"Well, why did they cancel her resort reservation? That doesn't sound like a good business decision. Do you have to go back to Phoenix to meet her? Wow! This is a real change of plans, heh?"

"Well, the cancelled her reservation because she is single and the resort just sold to new owners that laid down a strict couples-only rule. They are going to cater to only swingers and the company her reservation was with doesn't have any international liability for cancelations -- it is a damn mess!" Sarah paused, looking at me, so I waited for her to go on. "And I don't have to go to Phoenix, because . . . because, she decided to fly here. She didn't want to disrupt our visit by making me go back home early. Gus, what are we going to do, she's coming here -- she lands in about 4 hours!"

"Shit! Well, she's my favorite aunt, so I will love to see her. But what to do about the nudism -- I'm stumped. Maybe we pick her up at the airport and stop for a bite to eat. We simply level with her. We are in our fifties and sixties and she is about eighty, she can maybe handle it. If she says she is not comfortable, we can agree to stay around the house clothed or go on a textile trip around Texas here. What do you think?"

The relief on Sarah's countenance was palpable. "Oh, Gus, you'd do that? You're not angry? I just love you so much!" she said, as she hugged me in a squeeze that almost hurt.

We straightened up the house, got dressed and headed to do some shopping, and still make the airport a good hour away.

Aunt Linda's flight from Houston was actually almost ten minutes early and it truly was good to see her. We hugged, grabbed her luggage and trekked out to the car.

McCaulley's has some of the best lunches around, so we stopped and had an early supper. We got a booth with privacy and chatted as we waited for our meals.

"So, Aunt Linda, in all your travels, is this the first time you've had a resort cancel your reservation?" I asked.

"Well, yes, at least this close to arrival. The biggest pain in the ass about it was that this was my first trip to Aruba and I really wanted to enjoy it. And the same thing I told Sarah years ago, my name is Linda so quit with the 'Aunt' stuff." She smiled warmly to assure me that she meant to be Linda, not Aunt Linda.

We had agreed that I would 'break the news' to her, so I responded "Okay Linda, okay. We need to tell you something though and we want you to be absolutely assured that you can be open and honest with us about your wishes. The truth is that I live year-round in a nudist resort. I don't have anywhere else to take you. You are absolutely welcome at home, of course, but we want to assure you that we will wear clothes and we can hang around the house -- or, if you would be more comfortable, tomorrow we can head over to the gulf coast or up into the Hill Country and have a vacation within a vacation."

Sarah was worried, embarrassed, and holding her breath. I was a little anxious, but mostly for Sarah's comfort. And I did feel a bit of a heel for putting Linda on the spot, but this conversation had to happen.

Linda looked at me, paused and, quiet as a church mouse, looked at her daughter. I no longer felt like a bit of a heel, now I felt like a complete heel. Linda never said a thing for quite a while, until at last she ventured, "So you mean that your home is inside a nude resort and typically you don't wear clothes and the people outside don't either? And you, Sarah, have been running around naked with Gus and the others that live there?" And her eyes zeroed in directly on Sarah.

Sarah gulped and eased out the words "Yes that is right. I had never been a prude, but had not lived this way before." And with a tone of, not defiance, but resolution she added "And, Linda, it is nothing like folks imagine, it really is a wonderful way of living."

The ball was definitely in Linda's court at this time.

When the waitress brought our food it seemed to both exaggerate and end the silence. The next exchanged were about passing salt, requesting drink refills, and commenting on first bites.

Thankfully, Linda then eased the tension with "Look, let's just go home, unpack, and relax and see how things work out?"

Partly from hunger, but mostly from relief, Sarah and I both assented and we had a great lunch while catching up on the part of Linda's trip that was successful before Aruba.

I paid the tab; we loaded ourselves into the car and set off on the way home. The ride was somewhat quiet. Sarah sat in the back seat and Linda sat up front with me, just as we had when we left the airport. Because I was occupied with driving and also because of the seating, neither Sarah nor I could really see Linda well enough to detect her demeanor. I just assumed that she was doing OK.

Let me take a moment to describe folks here. All the folks on my Mom's side of the family (which obviously includes her sister Linda) are a relatively healthy group. They tend to be tall and slender and most of them seem to live long, healthy lives. Linda was nearing or at eighty and looked and appeared younger because of her tall and erect stature, evident vitality, and generally cheerful countenance. She stood almost five foot, ten inches and I imagine she weighed under one seventy-five. Her hips were those of a child bearing woman and her breasts appeared small. While her face had wrinkles, they were wrinkles of smiles and activity. The women in the family were naturally quite attractive. I could easily see Sarah's looks inherited mostly from Linda.

When we got to the gate, I entered the gate code and stated the obvious "Well, we're here" as I drove in.

With the nervousness of the unknown, Sarah and I were not surprised that at least eight of our friends were out and walking about in the nude, waving at us as we drove to my home. Linda simply looked this way and that as we navigated the one and a half block trip.

Fortunately, we exited the car and got into the house with further nude encounters. After getting the ladies inside, Sarah showed Linda to the bedroom while I went out and retrieved Linda's luggage.

I showed Linda some empty dresser drawers she could unpack to and she shooed us nto the front room so she could unpack. In the front room, I told Sarah I would make out the hide-a-bed at nights and she and her mom could have the bedroom. I grieved the loss of intimacy Sarah and I had developed, because since we had been sharing a bed we had been mutually masturbating together for a few nights at this point and that would clearly end.

We puttered around the kitchen for a few minutes putting some iced tea and glasses out so we could have 'the talk' that we knew was coming. Both of were silently convinced that the new-found openness to our cousin-relationship had come to a screeching halt. In the meantime, we heard drawer openings and closings, and hustle and bustle out of the bedroom.

About five minutes after the last sound we heard, we had looked at each other and were almost to the point of starting to worry. But just before either of us moved, we looked up just as a very naked Linda walked in from the hallway carrying a towel.

"So when are you two going to get nude with me?" Linda asked.

"Linda, we didn't think . . ." I started but was interrupted with --

"Mom! You're naked!" Sarah stated the obvious.

"We are at a nude resort aren't we?" Linda returned.

I noticed something unexpected beside the sudden nudity and I stood speechless unable to pin it down. As silence dominated the moment, it finally dawned on me . . .

"Linda, you look great, but you're very tanned and you DON'T have any tan lines??" I finally spurted out. I actually was also starting to note that Linda looked pretty good for someone about eighty! Her breasts sagged, of course, but being small, they were beautiful. Linda's body had wrinkle here and there, but I knew folks in their fifties that didn't look in as good of shape as her.

As I noticed that her pubic hair was trimmed very short and very neatly, Sarah piped in "Mom -- I mean Linda -- how did you get so tanned?"

Linda laughed and sat on her towel and explained "I have been a nudist for thirty years or more. My vacations are always nude vacations. This tan was topped off on the cruise ship, a nude cruise. The place I was going in Aruba was a nude resort, but just before I got there changed to a nude and swingers couples-only resort -- I was seriously pissed, I'd have had a great time there, would of got my ticket punched for sure!"

Sarah sat stunned; gradually I began to build into a deep laugh, which drew a curt look from Linda. "No, no," I insisted "I'm not laughing AT you. I'm laughing at us. We were sitting here thinking you might want to go elsewhere or hole up indoors here and you walk in bare assed and telling us to get with it! This is wonderful! So, Sarah, how about we get naked and take Linda to the pool?"

So went our first evening. Linda the closet nudist mixed with our friends and acquaintances and we had a great time. We came home and made supper, then went back about dark to sit in the hot tub with a glass or two of wine. Life was great.

When we got back to the house, we sat in the front room with a final glass of wine.

"So I can sleep out here on the couch, Gus. Does it make into a bed? If not, I can do with just the cushions." Linda offered.

"Hell no, I'll sleep here, you two ladies get the bedroom."

Sarah quickly urged Linda to join her in the bedroom "Linda, Gus is right, you need to be in the bed. Come sleep with me and Gus is OK on the couch."

Linda looked me in the eye and asked (both of us really) "Gus, where have you been sleeping?"

As soon as I glanced at Sarah and realized that Linda saw me do it, I knew that she knew. I made the bold decision to come clean with her. "Linda, I started out sleeping on the couch, but Sarah felt bad about displacing me and refused to stay unless I either let her sleep on the couch or we shared the bed Platonically, that is. So, yes, we have been sleeping together, but not exactly 'sleeping together' if that makes sense."

"It makes sense, and if the bed was large enough, I'd insist that we do the same thing -- I sleep on the couch or we all sleep in the bed. But, it isn't, so let me sleep on the couch and you two continue to enjoy the sharing. And just how is it that you two can share a bed and not get sexy, anyway?"

As I gulped and looked at Sarah, she opened up and offered "Linda, we don't want to do anything incestuous, we're cousins, of course. But we also are two, free adults and -- well -- we do share sex in that we have taken some natural things in stride, sort of."

"Like what?"

"Well, it is normal and natural for Gus to get erections. Men just do. When he does, he doesn't hide them and I don't make fun or scold him. In fact I admire them. Also, we both know that we both masturbate, so we do so most nights, in the same bed, just accepting that it is normal behavior. Sometimes, we even give each other a little help -- and sometimes we will do it at other times than night time. We just do normal things. I love playing with Gus' penis and when he touches me, I feel very feminine, desirable, and appreciated."

I had to get into this conversation too. "Linda, if I've done anything to offend you or hurt your feelings, I'm sorry - - "

"Hurt?? Are you crazy? I am an old woman and was going to a nude resort to have a hot time, why would you two kids doing normal and natural things hurt me? I'm glad you have such nice folks to intimate with! I think you ought to say 'the hell with it' and go ahead and have sex, too!"

Sarah and I were both stunned and speechless for a moment, but soon Sarah responded with "Mom, I mean Linda, whatever --- who knows, we might have eventually, hey, we might still, eventually. But we are just comfortable the way things are now. Let's all just enjoy, Okay? And you sleep in here with me? Maybe I'll go out to the front room and tuck Gus in at nights, too?" as she winked.

"Well, I suppose, but if I start feeling like I'm interfering, I'll go book a different resort. And maybe there are some old guys here, maybe some singles -- I could use some action" Linda added with a smile. Then she went on "and I don't want you hiding any hard-ons from me, Gus, I can still whip your butt for bad behavior!" And I knew she'd likely try, too.

I didn't know of any single, older gents her age, but I sure hoped that Linda enjoyed herself. Later, as the ladies headed to the bedroom, I pulled the hide a bed out and made it up so I could get some good sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with my usual spring in my step and a hard on pointing North. I got out of bed and, as we had become accustomed, I saw that Sarah had wakened first and was sitting at the kitchen table pouring coffee for Linda as my aunt took in the first appearance of Mr. Happy during her visit.

"That's a very nice salute, Gus. I see why Sarah wanted y'all to live very naturally; it makes my morning start out cheerful enough." Linda beamed as she went on "I may tuck you in myself a night or two."

And I grabbed my coffee mug, pulled up a chair, and we began our first full day at Broke Oak resort. Would the day be like the 'Three Stooges' or 'Three Musketeers?' Time would tell.

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We passed our day quite well. Linda and Sarah had, of course, each learned an entirely new aspect of the other one's life. It is strange that as the independent observer I was able to also see that certain things about their nudism were strangely similar. Both ladies had a unique stretch of their shoulders they did every time they first sat down or when they sat upright from having laid down. The stretch centered from their left shoulder and jutted their breasts forward in a way that caused a tempting jiggle. And while Sarah had less sag, both had beautiful breasts and I cold see Sarah's in twenty years when I saw Linda's. While Sarah was now a 'smoothie', her pubic hair pattern and trim-job when she first arrived at Broke Oak were identical to what Linda had.

That night when we all went to bed, Sarah did come in to 'tuck me in.' While we didn't do any mutual masturbation this night -- and I was starting to miss it after three days (or nights) -- we cuddled a bit and whispered our shared missing of our intimacy. Sarah and I talked about whether we might some day 'cross the line' and have sex. We both confessed to a strong desire, and a matching fear of the unknown. On the next day, we did all the usual, but during the height of the temperature onslaught, the South Texas sun and repairmen working on the pool pump drove us inside for the afternoon. We stopped in the clubhouse and looked at the DVD library, but all we found of any interest was a foreign film. The film's story told of girls at a French boarding school and had a great deal of overt lesbian undertones, eroticism, and outright sex.

As we sat watching, of course I could not prevent the inevitable erection. And of course Sarah on the couch and Linda in the recliner chair next to mine could not help but notice. As the movie went to what appeared to be a long travelling scene, Linda directed to Sarah "I see what you mean about wanting to be so normal and natural with Gus. It has been forever that I have been able to just enjoy looking at a man in everyday situations, nude and aroused. Let me enjoy this moment." And with that, Linda reached over and gently took hold of my hard shaft.

"Linda!" Sarah blurted, "what the hell are you doing? You can't just go grab his penis."

"I didn't grab it, I'm feeling it - Admiring it, actually." And Linda smiled as she gave her full attention back to my good-buddy.

After the on-screen travelling, the action came to a very hot hotel scene with fairly graphic sex. My erection became only more determined, and I subconsciously gripped my shaft ever so slightly to try to recognize its existence as well as its insistence. I was glued to the screen, but movement to my right distracted me and I looked. Linda was gently touching her breast at the nipple with her left hand and her right hand was in her pubic hair pressing her mound just above the vulva's cleft. She was not moving much or even fast, but her gentle movements had a rhythm that could only be a gentle and sweet masturbation.

I glanced at Sarah and saw that she had bunched up part of the towel she sat on and was flexing her thighs around it.

Both ladies were watching the TV, though I felt that at least Linda was watching me out of the side of her vision. I was pretty sure that if I said anything, the 'magic' would be interrupted and this would all end. So I kept my mouth shut and stroked myself a little more aggressively and openly. Soon, I heard sounds of moist skin from Linda's direction. I could hear my own sounds of my fist bumping into my cock head as it went up the shaft. Sarah was silent in her physical motion, but her breathing certainly gave her away. Peaks neared and pressures built as three senior citizens continued an unplanned Jack and Jill party. The story on the screen had long since moved to other scenes, but we continued -- now all of us were involved in the action in the room.

I had actually come close and restrained myself a couple of times, but I heard Sarah making sounds that were unmistakably signs of orgasm. Though she was keeping relatively quiet, the knowledge that she was cumming put me over and I gasped as I put a line of cum a good twelve inches up my chest, three more following -- each about half the distance of its predecessor. I noticed that Linda was focused directly on my spurting and as she saw my cum the uttered a "DAMN!" and began to flex her abdomen in her own orgasm.