Comforting My Sister Pt 04

Comforting My Sister Pt 04

"This is turning out to be quite the family get together isn't it!" Cathy said with a grin. "It will be good to see mum and dad again, it has been about six months since they were last down."

"I caught up with them about a month ago; we went out to dinner at that little Italian restaurant they like, what is the name, oh yeah

Trillusa

, best spaghetti carbonara that I have ever had," I added.

"They said that they had visited Aunty Belinda and Uncle Tony, so it is not too far out of their way to drop in here on their way home," Cathy explained.

"Sounds good to me. Looks like it is another trip into town for food and drink. This place is like party central." I joked.

"Ha ha, yeah," Cathy replied, "it's good though, having family around and catching up with Phil and Jenny was great; life is going to be a bit quite when you are all gone."

"Don't worry sis, I will come down more regularly, and remember, there is always a bed at my place and you are welcome any time," I answered reassuringly.

Cathy put her phone down and moved in to give me a big hug.

"Don't worry Greg, I will visit more often. I want more of that big cock in me oh, and of course, I enjoy you company," Cathy cheekily replied.

With that, Cathy reached down and fondled my soft cock. I felt it growing to her touch. I loved how easy sexual by-play was between us now/ We were so comfortable with each other, like an old married couple, there was no need to ask, can I do this or are you okay if I do that, it was impulsive and not a bit awkward.

My dick hardened as Cathy gently stroked it. She sank to her knees and tantalisingly nibbled on my knob as she cupped my balls. Cathy had proven to be the consummate cock sucker; she loved it and the more that she could get into her mouth the better. No girlfriend that I had had, ever took my cock up to my balls, but Cathy did it easily. The feeling of my man meat deep in her throat was exquisite. And she loved to swallow, and she never spilt a drop. She would look up into my eyes as she stroked and sucked me. It was a look of love that made the experience all the better.

"Oh Cathy, that is soooo good, mmmmm, don't stop," I begged her as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. She then took my balls into her mouth and rolled them gently, sucking lightly. I had placed my hands on her shoulders, and I felt my grip of her tighten as I sensed that I was about to cum.

With a violent shudder, I released my load and forced my salty juices deep down her throat, True to form, she swallowed ever drop, sucking my cock to make sure that nothing remained. She continued to suck gently as my manhood softened, her tongue flicking my sensitive knob.

"My god, Greg, I love sucking your cock," Cathy declared, finally coming up for air.

"Well that's good, because I love you sucking it," I replied enthusiastically, drawing a wry smile from her.

So, mum and dad were coming tomorrow, which created a small dilemma. Would we tell them that we had been intimate? We were torn between being open, which had been the family maxim all our lives and perhaps, keeping it to ourselves and revealing it at some later stage. We decided to play it by ear. We rationalised that our family had always been accepting of what could be described as alternative behaviour. Nudity was our preferred state of dress. Erections were common and no cause for alarm; they were not required to be covered up and it could be considered that they were a source of pride. Without being overtly sexual, I recall mum playfully touching my erection on occasions, Cathy also touching dad's and it was certainly a common occurrence to see mum lovingly stroking dad while sitting watching television or just lounging around the patio area. She didn't do it to make him cum, more just a simple action between a loving husband and wife. In all, there was this level of acceptable physicality between us that seemed totally normal. Maybe this visit would see more of that. Time would tell.

Monday dawned another beautiful day on the farm. We had been blessed with glorious weather since my arrival, so today would be ideal to spend naked with our parents. Mum predicted a noon arrival, so Cathy and I decided that a simple ham and chicken salad would be ideal, with a bbq planned for the evening meal. We also decided that we would greet them naked. We were sure that they would get nude as soon as they arrived so this would be confirmation that they did not need permission to undress.

With our ever-punctual mother in charge of things, it was no surprise that a little after 12 o'clock, the sound of a vehicle approaching drew us onto the front verandah. The sound was in fact unmistakable as I knew that dad had recently updated to an Audi RS 8Q and the throaty growl of the powerful V8 engine was instantly recognisable. Dad loved his cars, and he rationalised that since he and mum love travelling around the country, they should do it in style. Who could argue with that.

Cathy and I strolled down to meet them.

Mum almost broke a leg, racing to get out of the car to greet us.

"Cathy, Greg, oh my darlings, it is so good to see you both, it has been too long since we have all been together, Les, just look at these two, aren't they absolutely gorgeous? "mum seemed to be beside herself with excitement.

"Yes Betty, they are," dad dryly responded, shaking his head at mum's not unexpected enthusiastic welcome. "How are you Greg?" he enquired as he shook my hand then proceeded to give Cathy a whole-hearted hug, "and how are you my darling girl?"

"I'm great thanks dad, just so thrilled to have Greg and now you and mum visiting me. It has been the best thing that I could have hoped for on this sad anniversary. It has taken my mind fully off it," Cathy explained.

"Yes, baby, we miss Colin too, but we are family, and we are here to support you. You know you mean the world to us," dad added, moving in to give Cathy another reassuring hug.

"Lets get you guys inside, "I interrupted, taking some bags from the back seat. Dad helped with another bag and a box of drinks as we headed into the cool of the homestead and placed the bags in the spare room.

"Make yourselves comfortable and we will see you on the verandah and have a drink before lunch." Cathy instructed.

Cathy and I took some beers and a bottle of white wine and placed them on the table between the two lounges. Moments later, mum and dad appeared, having indeed made themselves comfortable, for what could be more comfortable than completely naked.

I was always amazed at how mum looked after herself. In her mid 50s, she looked like a woman 20 years younger, Like Cathy, she was tall, just slightly shorter and her breasts were full and yet still firm. Her hair blonde, but would I be bold to suggest it was bottle enhanced, her waist thin and her arse firm. Mum worked as a receptionist at a gym, so she worked out regularly either before or after work, and it showed. Dad was the tall guy in the family. About six one and muscular. He was a builder, so his day to day work kept him fit. I noticed Cathy take a quick peak at dad's cock, which was as impressive as ever, even in its flaccid state. Both were golden brown which was no surprise, as they did say that they had been staying with my aunty and uncle, who we knew to be nudists, so no doubt they had been in the sun. Also, both looked newly shaved, again no surprise, although dad could be a bit lazy in that regard, though, if not shaved, he did like to be at least, neatly trimmed.

We had a lot to catch up with and the conversation flowed freely and animatedly. Proudly, I told dad that I got the quad bike going; Cathy mentioned that she had invited over her nudist friends. Mum filled us in with details of their visit to her brother's house. Uncle Tony and Aunty Belinda had hosted a pool party and invited all their nudist friends. I wouldn't have minded being at that party. I had met some of their friends, clothed mind you, but I would imagine they made a pretty sight in the nude. I would have liked to be a fly on the wall there!

After talking for about an hour, it was time for lunch, so we ventured inside for our light salad. I must admit, my mind was focussed on the party that mum and dad attended. Belinda is quite the livewire and she loves a drink. I would imagine that the combination of alcohol and sun would have had her firing on all cylinders. I had to know.

"So dad, how did Aunty Belinda go at the party? Was she the perfect host? I've seen her do some pretty outrageous things when she has had a few,' I asked.

"Ahhh yes, Belinda," dad started, "well, a leopold never changes her spots. She was Belinda doing Belinda things."

Despite his golden tan, I detected that dad was blushing ever so slightly. He threw a nervous glance to mum before adding more.

"We love hanging out with Belinda and Tony, as you guys do too. They are great fun and if you think we are a bit liberated, well they are on another level. The more she drank, the more amorous she got. No one was safe from a kiss and a hug. She insisted on filling up everyone's glasses. You know what she is like. She was hilarious and everyone had a good time."

Just as I expected, I thought to myself.

"Anyway, I need another beer," dad finished off as he got up to go to the fridge.

It did not escape my attention, nor Cathy's for that matter, that dad was now sporting a full on erection. Seems the talk of the party had aroused, literally, fond memories for him. As usual, he made no attempt to hide his hard on and also, seemed not to be embarrassed in the slightest. Of course, erections were common around others in our family, so we made no mention of it, but it was an interesting insight to what may have gone on at the celebrations.

With lunch done, and it still being very hot, it was decided that we would head on down to the dam for a swim. The water is always refreshing and there are a few trees lining the edge that afford relief from the sun on days like today. I asked dad if I could drive his car down and he readily agreed, with the unnecessary proviso that I don't "fang it"

Arriving at the dam, without me "fanging it", we raced into the lovely cool waters. It was a relief to escape the heat. I swam out to the middle of the dam and then swam back, over to Cathy who was floating on her back, her lovely breasts breaking the surface of the water. She stood up as I approached and I reached out to her and pulled her towards me for a loving "brotherly" hug, certainly nothing that would arouse suspicion from mum and dad. At any rate, they seemed to be otherwise engaged, also in a loving embrace and kissing passionately. Whilst dad's arms were around mum's neck, her arms seemed to be below the water. I would put good money on guessing what she was up to. Good for them I say. I nodded to Cathy and indicated to look in their direction which she did, bringing a wide smile to her face.

Nicely refreshed, we all returned to the shore where a cold drink awaited us. Dad waded out, his cock at half mast, confirming my beliefs that mum had been giving him a hand job.

Sitting in the shade of the trees, there was no need to apply any sunblock, but mum reached into her bag and pulled out a large tube of some description.

"Belinda gave me this to apply to our skins after a day in the sun. It's aloe vera and it is fantastic for us sun lovers as it moisturisers the skin as well as helping to maintain your tan. Come here Les and I will rub some in."

Dad dutifully stood up and mum dribbled a good dollop into her hands and starting at his shoulders, rubbed the soothing liquid into his back, working down to his bum and then onto the back of his legs.

"Turn around," mum demanded and took another handful and in a rotating motion applied it to his chest, working down to his stomach. As Cathy and I watched intently, she held his cock level to the ground and ran a line of aloe vera along it. Sensuously, she rubbed it in, as dad stiffened to the obvious pleasures of the treatment. Mum probably lingered longer than necessary, but dad did not complain, but eventually she left his now rock hard and impressive cock to finish off applying to his legs.

"Greg, you have a great tan, this aloe vera will make it last, here, let me put some on you," mum said matter of factly.

Who am I to argue with my mother and dad seemed to enjoy the treatment, so I dutifully presented to her and entrusted myself to her capable hands.

Like dad, she started with my back. I must admit the lotion felt delicious on my skin, cooling and penetrating and taking the heat out of it. Turning around, mum again repeated the process, rubbing gently into my chest, then my stomach and finally and thankfully, into my now rod like cock.

"It feels nice doesn't it Greg," mum stated, surely expecting me to agree wholeheartedly.

"It does mum, what a shame you didn't know about aloe vera when we were growing up. It would have been nice to have this done after our many long days in the sun," I replied as mum continued to slowly rub the lotion into my man meat.

"Here Cathy, come feel how this magic lotion feels when you rub it in," mum called to my slightly bewildered sister.

If mum thought for a minute that Cathy would baulk at such an intimate proposal, such thoughts were dashed as Cathy, with almost obscene haste, took the lotion from her mother's hand and drizzled a large blob on my cock and with a skill matching her mother, rubbed it sensuously into me.

"How does that feel, Greg," mum asked me.

"Pretty sensational, I must admit; I think I am enjoying it more than I should, "I confided to forewarn of any inevitable consequences.

"I think Greg is going to cum, Cathy, I'm sure you love him so much that you would like to see him shoot his load all over you, wouldn't you?" mum asked, tempting luck that her unusual behaviour would continue to elicit the responses she had been getting from her children.

"Oh I do mum," Cathy responded as she pumped my cock hard, clearly no longer concerned with the healing benefits of aloe vera, but the sexual joy of playing with her brother's dick, watched by her parents.

I could hold back no longer. The erotic tension in the air was overwhelming and I gave myself over to am earth shattering orgasm, spewing a gigantic load of cum that splattered on my sister's stomach. Another massive load followed, then a third as by balls emptied me of every ounce of sperm in my body.

Mum reached around and ran a finger through the sticky mess on Cathy's stomach and put my cum in her mouth, licking her lips with delight. Cathy did likewise.

I was in mild shock, taking in the events. In a way, our behaviour was not totally at odds with the way that we had been raised, where nudity and a relaxed attitude to the body and sex was ever present. Certainly, we had not indulged in such an overt fashion before, yet there was never a sense that something of that nature was taboo. I was also immensely relieved that mum had opened the door to more intimate conduct between Cathy and myself, without the need to confess that we had already crossed that divide.

Without saying another word, mum walked back into the dam and dad followed her. Cathy and I were left to unravel what happened. We looked each other in the eyes and spontaneously burst into laughter. The absurdity of the situation struck us; the family had taken its love to another level, somewhat unexpectedly, but nevertheless, pleasing. Our upbringing made today's events possible and not something that we would instantly regret. In fact, far from regretting it, it was a welcome addition to the way that we would interact in the future.

Cathy and I waded into the water and joined our parents.

I thought that I should break the ice. "That was special mum, I love how we are so comfortable around each other that we can indulge in a bit of innocent sexual banter without any guilt or hang ups." I said.

"I'm glad you think that way Greg," mum replied, "growing up as nudists we were more open minded. And I must admit your father and I are a little, what would you say,

frisky

? after the party at Tony and Belinda's."

"Oh really mum," Cathy enquired quizzically, "what made you

frisky

, as you say?"

"Les, why don't you tell the kids?" mum suggested.

"Well, it is no surprise to you guys that parties at Tony and Belinda's can get a bit boisterous, to say the least. And when alcohol is involved, peoples' inhibitions drop away. I'm sure you wouldn't be shocked to hear that there was a lot of sexual activity going on," dad advised.

"Sure dad," Cathy replied, "hey, you are adults and entitled to have fun, no judgement on our part there." Cathy cast me a glance as if to say, right as if we would judge you after what we have been up to!

"Thanks Cathy, I knew you wouldn't judge, we have always been a very open family, a little different from most, but we are happy and well adjusted. Your mother and I are so proud of you both, so proud that you are close to each other and so kind and loving. Your mother and Uncle Tony share that same brother sister bond. They love each other dearly. It is only natural, that they take that bond to the highest level, with the ultimate act of intimacy. Society may say its not acceptable for siblings to have sex, but we reject that notion. Tony and your mother are closer than ever and to tell the full story, Belinda and I also took that step to confirm our love. I hope you understand," dad said.

I looked at Cathy, squeezing her hand, as if to prompt her not to say anything and let me talk. At this stage, I did not want to disclose that, in fact, Cathy and I had also taken the same step. Not from any shame, but to allow mum and dad to dictate the narrative on this occasion. Yes, it would mean that the door was open for our parents to give their blessing to our new found relationship, indeed encourage it. Surely, during this visit, opportunities would present themselves. I was experiencing a great sense of both relief and excitement. A new phase was opening between parents and children, where our lifelong closeness was about to move to a new level. Our deep love of our parents was to allow this magical progression.

"Dad," I spoke up," we understand completely. All our lives we have seen the love that you and mum have for all, not just your children, but Tony and Belinda and anyone really who moves in your circle. It is why we love you so much. Growing up in the nudist lifestyle, we embraced the beauty of the human body, the fact that it was an instrument of joy, not an object of mystery, something to be held at arm's length. You taught us to be comfortable, looking, touching, admiring. We valued that then and today; I'm sure Cathy agrees with me that we are not shocked at all, but thrilled that you had the opportunity to experience love on that level."

Mum rushed to me and threw her arms around me. She was sobbing uncontrollably. She did not have to say a word. I understood the relief she was experiencing, that their actions had not driven a wedge between us and, in fact had deepened the bond that always existed.

Slowly the four of us waded ashore. The sun was setting, and it was time to return to the homestead. We piled into dad's car. Mum sat in the back with me, still hugging me tightly. I felt the love enveloping me.

"How about I get the bbq underway?" I said as we arrived.

Good idea was the general consensus, as I got a few beers from the fridge and Cathy cracked a bottle of white. There was no tension from what was done and said down at the dam. The mood was relaxed and cheerful, our family had survived and grown closer from the events. Dad took over the cooking as it was his traditional domain; proudly declaring, that no one cooked a steak to perfection like him. He was probably right, and I was happy to let him ply his trade.