I pondered the steady montage of cold, miserable faces of bus passengers as they packed in. Was it Mark Twain who said that the coldest winter he experienced was a summer in San Francisco? The rain, the fog, the endless dreary days. It's weird but San Francisco actually has a second summer in the fall. Actual summer, though? Miserable.
I got off the bus and walked the two blocks to my house. I stood on the stoop of my parents' victorian house for a second as I shook the umbrella and tried to limit how much rain I brought into the house. When I walked in, I saw Adam, my 19 year old brother sitting on the couch.
"I didn't realize college was out already," I said as I peeled off my jacket and toweled my hair dry.
"Yep" he said as he continued to watch his show.
"Any plans for the summer?" I asked.
"Not yet," he grunted. So much for communication. We had been closer when we were younger, but we drifted apart when I left for college. Now, he was in college and I had a job that had me traveling most of the time. So, we rarely got to see each other.
Adam had filled in really nicely since I last saw him. Nice muscular frame and a boyish face with brown wavy curls that cascaded down his forehead. Strong, yet soft features. Someday, he would make a woman quite happy, I thought to myself,
My own situation? Not so happy. I had broken things off with my on again, off again boyfriend of a couple of years. You need to clear your garbage out to make space for better things. Right now, my life was clean, but empty. Sigh!
I sat down on the couch and stared at my phone, scrolling through the news. I paused at an advertisement for a trip to southern France with photos of the mediterranean.
"Have you ever been to France?" I asked Adam.
"Huh? Why France?" He asked before proceeding to answer the question. "I haven't. No."
"You want to go with me?" I asked, showing him the advertisement.
"That's pretty random," said Adam scrolling through the offer.
"Is that...?" he said pausing on one photo.
I laughed. "Yeah, people don't really wear clothes on the beaches there, haha"
"...and you want to go there with me?" He rolled his eyes.
"Not for the nudity, silly." I said. "I've been to similar beaches in Spain, too. It's not a big deal. You just don't stare."
His voice took on a mocking tone. "How did you spend your summer, Adam? Oh! You were naked with your sister on a public beach?"
He looked at me and saw the hurt on my face and his eyes softened.
"Sorry, sis. I didn't mean to mock or dismiss your idea."
He paused for a few seconds as he thought something over in his head.
"It might be fun. I haven't really hung out with you and spent quality time since we were kids," he said.
My eyes lit up. "Quality time? Is that what the kids call it when you spend naked time with your sister?" I asked him and giggled.
He picked up the cushion on the couch and aimed it for my head.
"Ow! Hahahaha. You can dish it, but can't take it, huh?" I said as I ran into the kitchen and out of range.
"So, shall I book something for the end of the month? You game?" I asked him in a more serious tone.
"Yeah, that works. My current plans are sleeping in and watching TV. So, my schedule is open." he said.
I spent the next few weeks buried with work. Long meetings, angry bosses, late nights with my laptop on the couch with a glass of whiskey on the side. I couldn't wait for some good rest and relaxation.
The days quickly went by and before we knew it, the flight touched down in the balmy mediterranean summer. Adam and I squinted and took in the sights. We looked a little out of placed and raggedy compared to the fashionably dressed people with trendy suitcases in tow walking out of the airport. After a quick cab ride to our hotel, we checked into our room. It was functional and modern. It had two queen beds.
"Dibs on the shower" I said with a yawn. I had a quick hot shower to get rid of the grime from the travel. I found a couple of robes in the closet and came out wearing a robe and my hair in a towel. Adam was ready with toiletries in hand.
We were both beat. After the shower, we both took a nap to get rid of the jet lag. By the time we woke up, it was time for dinner. We took a stroll into town and had a lovely dinner of calamari, octopus, and other fresh mediterranean seafood delicacies with the best tasting local wine.
We decided to get to bed early and get some good beach time. We figured that we would spend the first couple of days relaxing on the beach and then explore the region starting on day 3.
I was awake first and got ready. I packed some sunscreen, a bikini, a towel, water, and a bottle of wine for the beach. By the time Adam woke up, I was sitting in the balcony, enjoying a cup of French coffee. Adam quickly showered and got ready.
Soon, we were strolling down the promenade and walked towards the beach. We strolled up and down the stretch for a bit, taking in the warmth of the sand on our toes. We finally found a spot we both liked and decided to put our blanket down and set up.
I took off my sun dress and sat down in my lime green bikini. My skin was still a little pale from spending a good portion of the last few months indoors. Adam took his T shirt off and sat down in his swimming trunks.
We people watched for a little bit. Some people walked by fully clothed, while others wore just bikinis or speedos. A fair number of women were topless, with the occasional couple walking by completely nude.
I turned to Adam and laughed. "Those men have such big bellies that you can barely see their peckers, haha."
"If you were completely nude, you have no cover. One of the downsides of being in shape here," I said.
Adam laughed nervously. I reached back and unclasped the top of my bikini and my pale C, (almost D) cup breasts sprung out into the mediterranean air. It felt good. My nipples were a light brown color. They had a nice, firm, stubby look to them, with small puffy areolas. They also had a nice upturn to them the way you see girls with smaller tits than I do. I looked around the beach and most of the girls with big tits had a little sag to them. A couple of exes have commented that I had small tit nipples on nice, firm big tits. If I had a good feature, my breasts would be it.
Adam looked away nervously.
"Where's the sunscreen?" I asked. As he reached over to get the tube of SPF, I leaned back on my elbows and raised my butt and shimmied out of the bottom of my bikini.
Adam found the sunscreen and turned over and his face froze. He looked at me with my face turned towards the sun. He couldn't tell where I was looking because of my sunglasses. My breasts were softly flopped to my sides. My abs were quite toned from my workouts, but not defined enough for a six-pack, and below my belly button, there was a small tuft of well manicured brown hair above my pussy.
"Umm..." said Adam, clearing his throat. "Here's your sunscreen."
"Do you want to put it on me?" I asked, looking at him.
There was a long pause. "ok..." said Adam in a small voice that was almost a croak.
His hand shook a little as he took some sunscreen in his hands and put it on my belly. As he worked it in, he gained a little more confidence. As he put the next squirt of sunscreen in his palm, he spread it over my breasts.