All people depicted in this story are of at least 18 years of age, as noted in earlier stories. The age of the two newest people will be better established contextually in Chapter 2.
There were fine sets of tits as far as the eye could see. I had always heard that nude beaches were just a lot of fat ugly people trying to see attractive people naked, and being very disappointed at the complete absence of people worth seeing naked. But Truro Beach couldn't have been further from that stereotype.
Like any beach most people were laid out, soaking up the suns rays. Some were reading some were playing volleyball or munching on snacks, and few brave soles were venturing into the cool New England waters. And I think I caught a glimpse of a couple of chicks a little ways down the beach petting each other in a very intimate way.
The difference was that they were all naked. Well, not all of them, and not really naked. Almost all the women I saw were topless, and a few were sporting a bare bottom as well, and I don't just mean their ass was visible around their thong, but rather walking the beach as God intended.
There were a fair number of men on the beach as well, most were average, some were fat, and just looking for hot naked chicks, and there were a couple that were down right gorgeous. They were also mostly naked, which I only somewhat appreciated. A man's cock is not that interesting a thing when it's hanging limp in a thick mat a hair. Had they all been walking the beach with thick boners standing from their pelvis's I would have been very excited about it. But alas that was not the case, although I'm sure that most of the guys were helped a little by the sea of fine tits and asses swaying around them.
"So what do you think of setting up here?" Dad asked.
I turned back to see my parents surveying a open spot on the sand a good distance from anyone else on the beach and well back from the high tide line so we wouldn't have to move later in the day. "Looks good to me," I chimed in.
No one else had any concerns. "Good, it's settled then," Dad concluded, dropping the bag he was carrying and sticking a wide umbrella into the sand. Mom and my older sister, Ali, grabbed blankets and started spreading them under the umbrella.
Jim turned to me. "Let's go check out the rest of the beach," he proposed.
Looking around it appeared that the others had everything well in hand and that 'Camp Fuckerson' would soon be complete. "Sure," I replied.
Since Dad hadn't told us that we were coming to a nude beach we were all dressed up in our bathing suits and street cloths. I pulled my T-shirt up over my head discarding it in a canvas beach tote. My skimpy skirt quickly followed along with my bikini top. I always liked the fell of the open air on my tits. I wasn't sure I was ready to parade around in front of such a large crowd completely naked and opted to keep my bottoms on for the time being.
Jim on the other hand had no such inhibition. He was standing there without so much as a stitch on him. "Come on sis," he prodded, when I told him I was ready to go. "It's a
nude
beach. That means your suppose to be naked."
"No, that means I
can
be naked," I replied. "And I very well may take that option later, but for now I want to keep my bottoms on, so shut your mouth and let's go."
"You're not going anywhere without some sunblock," Mom admonished, tossing a bottle towards me. "The last thing you want is a sun burn on your cock," she said, looking right at Jim.
She was right of course as mothers often are. "Hold out your hands," I directed Jim. Who in turn took his cock in hand and held that out for me instead. "Put that thing down," I scolded, "We're in public for Christ sake."
"No one knows you're my sister," he countered, "Besides no one is even paying any attention to us, now give me a good squeeze right on my cock."
Realizing it was easier and quicker to comply then to argue I squirted a large puddle of lotion onto his limp manhood cradled in his hands. "God that's cold," he cried as he tried to collect enough lotion to coat the rest of his body. I took great pleasure in his momentary discomfort.
After coating as much of myself as I could reach I moved over to Dad, as the others were all occupied with their own lotion application. "Can you help with my back?"
"Of course honey," he said talking the bottle from my hand. I felt the cool of the lotion spread across my back under the warm hands of my father. He quickly and expertly covered my full back. When he got down to my waist he slid the band down slightly to make sure he didn't miss anywhere, and then shifted to the exposed flesh of my ass, massaging lotion into my supple backside. His hands felt good on my ass but I knew that I shouldn't let him go too long, or his enjoyment would start to show. I waited a few more moments watching Mom and Ali helping each other with their lotion.
Reluctantly I pulled away, "Thanks, Dad."