Eventually we arrived at our destination after a one hour drive, a twenty-minute walk and down a long, long, set of steps set into the cliff side. They had finally reached the secluded bay and the beach that John had seen on the map.
John and Sarah are boyfriend and girlfriend, John being my brother. He was twenty one and she is eighteen. I decided to join them as I had nothing else to do.
So we all decided to have this sunny break on the coast of Cornwall to "get away from it all", and Sarah had agreed that the three of us should go.
After two days on crowded beaches amongst the throngs, John had decided that this wasn't getting away from it all. So, hiring a car, John looked at the map and, after some persuasion, decided this bay seemed ideal.
As we stepped onto the warm, golden sand, Sarah saw the sign. And gasped. "Look!" she sharply barked at John, indicating the notice.
"Nude Beach Only" it read in big bold letters, along with other obligatory information in three languages with related symbols.
"Oh," John said without any anxiety. "Well, I just guess that doesn't mean everyone has to be nude and there is no way I am heading back up those stairs and along that path just to jump in the car to find another beach. Let's just settle down and play dumb."
I still wasn't certain, and in fact I didn't want to venture onto the beach at all, but after a few minutes discussion with Sarah, I reluctantly agreed.
As there were only a handful of people on the beach they found a spot, and stripping to bikini and shorts, we all settled down. I still expressed my reservations about the place, as it seemed that the bodies all around were bare with everything on show.
John continued to pacify me whilst sitting up and watching the sizes and shapes of all the flesh around him and passing by.
"Look, sis, we are old enough to accept each other's nudity. After all we've seen each other
unclothed in the past many times. And that bikini of yours leaves little to the imagination anyway. So, when in Rome or on a nude beach, we should try and blend in."
No sooner had the three of us finished settling down to a day's sun worship when a shadow fell over us. Looking up we saw the towering hulk of a bare man standing over us, his massive
penis meat being the centre of anyone's attention.
As the three of us sat up, the guy started to babble away in an agitated manner in, deep, guttural, German. He started pointing to the sign, his own glistening unclothed body, and our beach wear.
It was obvious what he was saying; that this is a nude beach, and if they were to stay here they should be undressed. After a few "Ja, Ja's," from John, the German strode away.
"Well that tells us," John stated turning to Sarah and I. "Let's whip 'these off you two" .
I was all flustered and started to pack my bags. "What! WHAT! Are you kidding? We cannot. You know.. strip. You're my brother. We should go!"
"Look, sis; like I said, we have seen each other's bodies anyway. So what's with the coyness? Are you saying that if I wasn't here you would whip off that bikini and show all to those on this beach"?
"You don't know if the people here aren't horny guys, lesbians, perverts, or more. But because I'm here you don't want to bare all. Look, that sexy, tiny bikini shows off most of your body and hides very little anyway. It hardly covers your nipples. Come on, take it off and relax."
And with that, whilst Sarah was distracted with me packing, John reached for her bra clasp, unhooked it and pulled off her tiny yellow bra, leaving her plentiful, yet pert, breasts exposed. Sarah gasped and tried to cover herself but John grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms apart fully exposing her twin, generously proportioned orbs.
"There sis, Now Sarah is topless, how about you remove your bikini top"? John said as Sarah struggled. "Besides from my view point it is superb."
Eventually Sarah stopped my struggles and lay me back onto my stomach, rubbing sun cream all over my back, unhooked my bikini top and removed it from my arms. Then Sarah continued to rub cream onto my legs, untying my bikini bottoms.
"Sis you have such a hot body it deserves to be seen by all. "John softly whispered. "Look, if it makes you feel any better..." And with that John lay back, lifted his hips and pulled down his swim shorts, taking them off completely. His cock was semi-hard as it bounced out.
"John!" I exclaimed.
"Oh come on, sis, you've seen a few cocks in your time, haven't you?" replied John.
"Well, not too many, and it's been a while since I last saw yours. And you are nearly erect!" I said.
"That's the affect your body and Sarah's has, sis. It's hot. Well, 0Sarah your turn now. After all this is a nude beach and you seem to be the only one with any, albeit a small piece, of clothing on. Come on remove that triangle."
At first Sarah stuttered a "No".
But John persisted and put his hand on the string around her hip.
Nevertheless, eventually she weakened and slowly taking her hands to each piece of string on either side of her bikini bottoms, she slowly pulled the thong piece off.
"Mmm, nice neat trim. I have to say, Sarah, you have one hell of a beautiful, hot body that any guy would worship and give and receive pleasure with". I tell her to make her feel more comfortable.
"Well I'm pleased you appreciate it". And both John amd Sarah laughed.
As they put on their sun lotion, with mine already applied. I help both my brother and Sarah for help in those difficult to reach parts of the body.
When it was the other's turn, the rubbing of the lotion seemed more gentle than normal, more a bodily, sexual, massage than intense application of a cream.
Both enjoyed each 'laying on of hands', but eventually they settled down to enjoy the sun.
For two or three hours the siblings and Sarah chatted about life; they dozed for a while, they swam and they had a feeling of togetherness they had never felt before. John really enjoyed seeing his sister uncovered.
He loved watching her 34b pert, ample, breast mounds bounce, and seeing her trimmed bush and the centre of a mans' desires below. He certainly found her lithe body an object of sensual desire.
And more than once or twice, as he checked her out, he wondered how many guys had actually fucked and cum inside her. And as he wondered and imagined it happening, his own manhood grew to full stand. But she was his sister after all.
I meanwhile, had been checking out my brother's athletic body, tight and muscled torso, and bulges in his arms and legs. But I had also sneaked many looks at his manhood, wondering how many mouths had been on it and how girls he fucked with it. And how much it would spurt.
Sometimes as they lay there on the beach or when emerging from the sea after a swim it was blood engorged: stiff and strong. When John didn't seem self-conscious at all.
Once Sarah awoke from a short nap to see John asleep beside me, but seen his cock was large and stiff and weeping pre-cum. She fought hard to stop herself from reaching out and taking it in her hands. Or mouth.
In early afternoon they lunched with the food and drink they had brought. Brother and sister, side by side with Sarah at the other side of John and naked in the burning sun, sweat glistening on them.
