All persons in this fictitious story are 18 or older.
Hello, my name is Ellie and I live in New Hampshire, in the USA. I am the wholesome next door girl type, with a cute smile. Most of the time I don't wear makeup, but when I do it is very little. I am not considered as pretty, or hot, or a hottie, or whatever term you want to use. I don't have great cheek bones, in fact my face is a little round and pudgy, along with the rest of my body. It seems that I have gained the freshman 15 at my first year of college, not that I was skinny before college, I've always had a muffin top. I am only 5'2" and it wouldn't hurt for me to loose a few pounds, but I do have 32D breasts with half dollar size areola, and long nipples. I am not completely shaved, I has a small landing strip. Oh, I guess I should also mention, I have rather large labia or pussy lips as they are commonly called.
When I began college, I was naive when it came to boys. Now living in a co-ed dorm, I had to get accustomed to them being around all of the time. At first I was very shy, when I would go to the showers in the dorm, I went completely dressed. But over time, I began to relax and enjoy the attention the boys give me as I walk down the hallway. Lately, I have begun to walk to and from showers in a short robe, letting some of my cleavage show. Now I enjoy showing off myself, more than I ever thought I would. The boys like to stop and chat with me, just to look at my cleavage. Of course my big nipples pushing out my thin robe also helps attract the boys. Everyday I seem to be willing to show more of my body. In a way, it is like a drug for me, I need to show more of myself to get the attention that I crave.
A couple of months ago, my parents called me to let me know where we are going for vacation this summer. My father is an amateur boat captain, he has taken all kinds of courses and is actually certified, so every year we rent a boat and stay on it for two weeks during our vacation. We have gone to Maryland, California, and Florida in previous years. Then they told me, this year we are going to Ibiza. My parents said, that since my younger sister and I are now adults, my sister turned 18 a few months ago, we can go somewhere more adult oriented.
My sister, Beth, had just graduated from high school and now is working in retail for the summer. We almost look like twins, but she is not a chubby as I am. Beth called me a few days after I had talked with my parents and wanted to go out and buy a new bikini for our trip. I told her not to and explained to her, here in our small town, our choices are limited, but in Ibiza, there are bound to be some wild looking bikinis due to the reputation the island has.
Beth asked, "What reputation?"
I told her about the partying, that you only need to be 18 to drink. Then about the nude beaches and sexual promiscuity.
"How to you know about all of this?" Beth asked.
"I googled the place when mom and dad told us where we were going. They must know about the reputation this place has, that is why they said about a more adult location."
"Do you think that means mom and dad wants us to get naked, or to party with them, or both?" replied Beth.
"I hadn't though about getting naked with mom and dad, is that something you would do? We can be nude on any of the beaches, although some beaches they ask you to refrain from going completely nude, but just to appease the other tourists. I think where we are staying, on the boat, is considered the beach area."
"Wait, you mean to tell me we can be nude on the boat while at the docks?" Beth replied.
"I believe so, but once we are there, we can find out for sure."
It was nice talking to my sister about partying, and possibly going nude. We never had such a revealing conversation before and I think we actually began to bond over being naughty. We had never talked about partying, nudity or our sexual exploits before.
School finally ended and I got home about two weeks before we were scheduled to leave for Ibiza. Nothing really happen during that time. I was just enjoying the down time, while the rest of my family were at their jobs. Then the day before we were due to fly out, I decided to push my limits of showing off.
I wanted to work on my tan, one last time before Ibiza, but since I had already packed my bikini, I thought I would just wear a pair of panties and lay out topless. Going outside dressed like that was thrilling, but also had me very nervous. I kept thinking about what would happen if my parents caught me. There was plenty of time before anyone was due home. So I went for it. After about an hour of tanning, I came back in the house.
I walked in to the bathroom and pealed off my panties to get a shower. When I was done drying myself, I put the towel in the hamper and opened the bathroom door and began walking to my room, but as soon as I stepped out in to the hallway, there was my father. It took me a few seconds to react, I covered my breasts with one arm and put my hand over my vagina. I stood transfixed and finally spoke, "Dad, what are you doing home?"
As I stood there, my mind began racing. Am I covered up, was my first thought. I took stock of where my hands were. Then I thought, oh my god, I believe my nipple is uncovered. Then I though about my landing strip, I know it has to be visible. What do I do, I thought to myself as I almost began to panic. Do I re-position my arm, my hands, or what! The dirty part of my brain took over and said, do nothing, let him see you. So I stood there listening to my father tell me why he was home early, but I really didn't care.
I keep looking at his eyes, I wanted to see where he was looking. His eyes were roaming all over my body. Between the embarrassment, the cool air on my body, and my sexual excitement, my nipples and my labia all became aroused. Time slowed down, it seemed like hours my father was looking and talking to me, but is was maybe 10 seconds before he moved to the side and let me past. I began walking to my room. My dirty mind took over again and as soon as I was past my father, I dropped my arm and hands. As I turned to walk in my room, I looked back and my father watched as I entered and then turned and shut the door, letting him see my body again.
With the door closed, I leaned back against it and began touching myself. My pussy was wet, I began in earnest to masturbate and brought myself to an orgasm, then moved over to my bed and fell on it. Emotionally thrilled from getting caught naked, and physically drained from cumming so hard, I never felt like this before, but oh my god it was fantastic. Right then and there I vowed to get caught naked again.
After several minutes, I got dressed and wondered out of my room to the kitchen, there was my father. When he looked at me, I gave him a nervous smile and said, "Sorry, I didn't think anyone was home."
He began to tell me he was sorry, but I stopped him and told him it was ok, he didn't need to apologize, it was my fault. I walked over to my father and gave him a hug. When he hugged me back, he ran his hands over my back, his touch felt so good. My dirty mind took over again and I began to fantasize what it would be like if he hugged me while I was naked. In a few minutes we moved on and we began acting normal again, however in the back of my mind, I was still thrilled with him seeing me naked.
It was getting late and we were all ready for an early night, we have a long day tomorrow. I had on a sleep shirt and panties. I went to my sister's bedroom and told her what happen earlier with dad. She gasped and then giggled uncontrollably. I had sat down on her bed and crossed my legs which let the crotch of my panties visible.
We talked a few minutes and then my sister said, "Oh my god, did you get off on dad seeing you naked?"
"No, no," I exclaimed.
But my sister shot back, "Yes you did, I can see your lips pushing our your panties and your nipples are hard! You got excited just telling me the story."
I quickly re-positioned my legs, closing my crotch. My face turned red, then my sister meekly asked, "How big is your labia?"
It took me a few seconds to process what she said, as she looked down at her bed, being embarrassed she even blurted such a question. To help lighten the moment I said, "I don't know I never measured them."
After Beth made a face at me, I told her, "They may dangle down maybe two inches or so, why?"
Then Beth asked me another embarrassing question, "Can I see them?"
I immediately said, "What?"
My sister then told me she has also has long labia and thought she was some kind of freak. But if my labia is big, maybe it is just heredity, maybe we got them from mom. I was gobsmacked. I have had the same thoughts not even thinking about my mother. I slowly pealed off my panties and opened my legs, showing my sister my labia in all of their glory and yes, I was excited and they were engorged and in full bloom. It was embarrassing, but I was also enjoying showing myself, even if it was to my own sister. I never had been so openly exposed for anyone before and although embarrassing, it excited me to no end.
I then said, "They grew some in the past year, but I believe they stopped now, at least I hoped they stopped, they are big enough."
My sister then said, "My god they are huge. Mine aren't nearly that big, but they are still bigger than any of my friends."
"Wait, you and your friends compare labia?" I said.
"No, no," Beth quickly said, "I have just looked around while we were taking showers in gym class."
She then began to move and I watched as she pealed off her panties and opened her legs to show me her labia. She too was engorged and in full bloom. Beth was completely shaved. Then my sister said, "Wait, were you excited when daddy saw you today?"
Timidly I said, "Yea, why?"
"You said, once you were past him, you pulled your hands away, right?" said Beth.
"Yea," I said.
"Dad, must of seen your lips dangling down, stand up and pull up your shirt."