I shivered.
A cold breeze lifted my hair, chilled my skin. Grey skies, windy cold front, the threat of rain--no wonder the beach was empty today.
It was unusual weather for mid-summer, which made me skeptical about this to begin with. But the moment Mom started frowning, I quickly gave in. Her lectures could go on for hours--guilt-tripping about how my brother and I never visited often enough, how family should always be the most important thing, and, eventually, mentioning how when
she
was younger,
she
did whatever
her
parents asked without question.
Tirade avoided, I put on a swimsuit and sundress, packed a coat and a few other beachy things. A book.
In the car, my parents blasted music like usual. My brother, Alex, kept trying to catch my eye, smiling at me. I didn't feel like yelling over the noise. We'd never been the friendliest siblings. We were family, we tolerated each other, I guess, but I could barely hear him over the music--it didn't seem like the best time to talk. So I just smiled and nodded back.
He brightened, periodically offering me snacks and drinks. He wasn't the worst guy. Mom smiled at us, probably happy that we were getting along.
A few hours later, we turned into an empty parking lot. Maybe everybody else saw the ugly clouds and decided it was not a beach day. It was not, but Mom made plans, and Mom did what she planned, and that was that.
We started unloading the car. I glanced at the trail toward the beach and took a second look at the sign. "Uh, Mom? This is a nude beach."
She stared at me. Then at the sign. She frowned at it like the words might change if she glared long enough.
Finally, she shrugged and said, "It says clothes are optional. It'll be fine, Olivia. We're already here, anyway."
It did say that, but still... I sighed. She was going to be stubborn about this. At least it looked empty.
We started hiking down the trail. My eyes kept darting around, expecting to see naked people behind every tree. It was ridiculous, but I was jumpy. I'd never been to a nude beach before.
I'm not sure if I was hopeful or terrified. Either way, it didn't matter. We didn't see anyone. The beach opened up past the treeline, completely empty. I shivered as a cold wind lifted my sundress. My mom had frowned at my coat, so I didn't take it out of the car.
She seemed just fine with the weather, or stubbornly fine; it made no difference. Her chattering about nothing turned into lecturing us about sunscreen, sneaker waves, and staying hydrated.
I nodded absently, my eyes glazing over. "Yes, Mom. Ok... Right. Uh-huh... Mmhm..."
Then she said, "Ok, stay here with our stuff for a bit. Do what your brother tells you."
Wait. "What?!"
She scowled. "Don't take that tone with me. I've already half a mind to pull you out of that party college of yours. Your dad and I are going to take a look around, we'll be--"
"Jana!"
My mom turned. "Coming, sweetie!"
The moment she was out of hearing range, my brother snickered. I flipped him off.
We set up the umbrella despite the lack of sun and laid out some towels under a tent. At least the tent made sense against the wind and sand. My brother started putting on sunscreen. I raised a brow at him and slowly spun in a circle, gazing at the endless grey skies. He shrugged a shoulder.
"Maybe the sun will come out later," he said.
It looked more like rain to me. I shook my head and climbed under the tent.
"Hey," he called out. "You should take off your dress, Livi. You know how Mom is."
"Yes,
Mom
." I rolled my eyes but slipped out of the dress. I could almost hear her exasperated voice:
"We're on a beach, dear, you should get a tan. You're so pale."
If I didn't at least try, she'd talk about it for the rest of the trip. We had an open tent--the sunlight might get in if it ever cleared up.
My brother tossed me the sunscreen. Pointless, but I rubbed it around randomly anyway. That done, I grabbed my book, laid on my stomach, and hoped to be left alone.
I enjoyed maybe five minutes of peace and quiet. Cold, but I could forget a lot of things when reading.
Then something elastic and smooth slapped my ass. I scrambled to get it off.
"Ah! Oh my God!" I was holding my brother's swim trunks. I flung it back at him and glared, then immediately regretted my decision. He was naked. The sight of my brother's bare, hairy cock and balls was seared into my brain.
He laughed. "You should try it. We are on a nude beach, after all."
"No way. And it's a clothing-optional beach, I'm opting to keep my clothes on." He probably just wanted a show. I grimaced and turned back to my book. Nude beach or not, my brother wasn't going to see me naked.
Another couple of minutes passed, in which I couldn't help but imagine what he was doing. Just standing there, displaying his goods to the world? I wondered how the sun might've felt on my naked crotch. An excuse to try that could've been nice. Heat warming my exposed, sensitive lips. My face heated thinking about it.
As I daydreamed, I noticed my brother approaching out of the corner of my eye. He walked right up to me. It seemed like he was stepping over me for some reason, then his weight settled on my ass. I tensed at the feeling of his bare thighs. And was that his cock on my ass? I shuddered.
"Um, what do you think you're doing?"
"You missed a spot." He rubbed my back, spreading his fingers along my shoulders and kneading toward my spine. It felt nice, like a massage. I slowly relaxed and let him do his thing. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.
As I flipped through my book, I gradually became aware of something digging into my ass. That was weird. It was like my brother had a rod between--
My brain froze. I stared at my book, ignoring my ass and everything around it harder than I'd ever ignored anything in my life. My brother's cock. His stiff, aroused cock was digging into my ass.
He was getting turned on by touching me.
His hips shifted. The thick length of him rubbed between my ass cheeks, gently moving back and forth. Like he was fucking me. This was crazy. My back tingled while I tried to decide if I should keep pretending this wasn't happening or scream and throw him off.
I guess one good thing about all this was that I was getting warmer. His hands had helped, his thighs were hot, and now my skin was flushing all over in embarrassed heat.
He continued massaging circles on my back, lower and lower. Soon enough, his hands were squeezing my butt cheeks. Not my lower back or my hips or my thighs--my brother's hands slid casually down to my ass.
Maybe I could've stopped him then. Maybe we could've brushed it off as stupid sibling nonsense.
His thumb stroked down the crack of my ass and rubbed my pussy. I went very still.
He sighed softly. His thumb slipped beneath my swimsuit and pressed directly onto my sensitive folds.
"Stop that," I mumbled. Talking about it felt weird like I was acknowledging what was happening. His fingers were already all over my pussy while I'd been too afraid to speak.
"It's ok," he murmured back. "I'm just making sure to get every inch of your skin."
He was doing a lot more than rubbing sunscreen on me. And I'd never applied it to my pussy before.
He continued, "You really should try this nude thing. It feels great. Let me help you."
I felt him tug at my swim bottoms. I finally set down my book and smacked at his hands.
