Nude Beach Surprise

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Some college students get all the luck. Just as one example, some of them get to spend their last year doing an internship overseas instead of attending regular classes on campus. Some of

those

lucky bastards, in turn, get to go someplace really cool, like Spain, and spend a chunk of their free time going to nude beaches.

As you may have already guessed, I was one of those lucky bastards. In beautiful Barcelona, I was ostensibly assisting with historical restorations, but it was probably more accurate to say that I was working a side gig while majoring in tits and ass.

It seemed like about one out of every four public beaches in Europe was nude, and those that weren't nude were at least topless. Needless to say, I spent a lot of my free time at the beach. I had never been to a nude beach before then, and I loved it.

Platja del Coco was my favorite beach. Every time I was there it was filled with people -- some in their birthday suits, others not -- looking out over the crystal clear water, or laying on towels on the soft sand.

During my first few visits, I had been mostly interested in looking at naked women. As I'd become a regular, I had felt my attitudes changing. It had become more about being seen naked than about watching others. I'd found myself drawn to the more heavily populated nudist area just to make sure my nudity had gotten noticed. It had felt important somehow. My entire life philosophy had seemed to be changing.

Technically, explicit sexual acts were prohibited, including erections, but I'd seen a lot of hard penises anyway. After I'd seen guys masturbating out in the open a few times, I'd decided I would be less modest -- if 'modesty' is even a word that goes with nudism. Whenever my cock had decided to stand up, so had I. I'd reveled in displaying my sexuality.

I must admit, part of the excitement of the nude beach was seeing people having intercourse, right out there on the sand. They would fuck without any fear or embarrassment. I couldn't help but watch. I figured that if anyone was going to get in trouble, it would be the couple fucking, not those of us watching and jerking off.

Yes, I loved the Spanish beaches. I knew I always would, even if I were never to get the chance to visit them again. All good things must come to an end, however, and at the end of my internship, it was time to return home. I had thought I'd figured out something profound about life there in Spain, but I was in for a serious shock when I got home.

I had corresponded with my parents regularly during my internship, and they had agreed it would be a good idea for me to move back home afterwards while I looked for a job and got my career started. I would stay in my old bedroom; I'd envisioned it being just as I had left it. Alas, it would also be in the same house, on the same street - which is to say, rather far away from the beach.

My parents were rather conservative, and I'd never hinted at my nudist activities in our correspondences. I'd had no intention of stirring up that hornet's nest. One part of my philosophy that didn't change was that what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. I had searched online and found a nude beach relatively close by my parents' house -- just an hour's drive. I resolved to be there my first weekend home.

My parents were out when I arrived at the house. I made the trek to my old room with my luggage in tow, only to discover my little sister had laid claim to it - though not as a bedroom. No, she'd kept her old one, and had turned mine into a giant walk-in closet. I won't say she's a slob, but she is a bit of a pack rat. My room was filled with her random stuff. I didn't really mind; we had always been close. I knew we could reach an amicable compromise.

I put my suitcases on the bed to unpack when I heard a door close downstairs, followed by a voice calling out, "Where is my big brother?" I heard feet trotting up the stairs, and Lisa burst into the room.

When I had left, my little sister had not quite been eighteen. It's amazing how much difference a year can make. She had slimmed down in some areas and filled out in others. Her breasts had grown, and her cleavage was on display in her crop top shirt. Her long, tanned legs went from her feet all the way up until they made an ass of themselves. She was wearing athletic shorts that made her behind look absolutely gorgeous.

"Greg! You're home!" She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a huge hug, her breasts pressed against my chest.

"I see you have two rooms now," I said. "Do you think I could borrow one?"

Lisa looked at me and smiled. "Only if you ask nicely!" She hugged me again, then showed me that although it looked like she had taken over, there was more than enough room for my things. "I've been meaning to clear this all out, and I will. Maybe you can help me pack up some stuff for storage."

For some reason, my nude beach experiences suddenly came to the front of my mind. Most certainly my sister's knockout body had something to do with it. Without giving it any thought, I blurted out, "So, Lisa, have you ever been to a nude beach?"

"Oh, get real! A nude beach? No! Have you?"

"Yep! And let me tell you, it was great -- life-altering great! Like, I wish I could be there right now."

"You weirdo." Lisa had a big grin on her face. "You really did?"

"I did -- as often as the weather and my work schedule allowed." I felt proud of myself, like I had accomplished some feat. "I highly recommend it."

"Weren't you embarrassed to have everyone see your thing? I mean, you were totally exposed!" She paused, trying to figure out how to say what was on her mind. "Did you ever get, you know, hard?"

"That's not how you should think about it. You're thinking of embarrassment first. It's difficult to explain, but it's more about shedding societal shackles. It's about reframing your life viewpoint -- altering your priorities away from what is expected of you." I stopped for a moment, then added, "Yes, I sometimes got hard. But it doesn't matter." I felt so sophisticated, imparting my worldly wisdom to a young, unenlightened girl. I was a bit full of myself, wasn't I? Once my brain had caught up to my mouth, I also wasn't quite as brave about discussing nudity with my little sister as I was pretending to be.

Lisa just stood looking at me. "I think Spain changed you -- but in a good way. You seem more ... I don't know. More real, if that makes any sense."

"I think I've changed too, but I wasn't sure if it showed. I'll tell you this: being naked with other people around might have something to do with it. It's such a rush! You have to try it. I don't know if you were aware, but there's a nude beach less than an hour from here. I'm planning on going there this weekend. Would you like to join me for a life-altering experience?"

Lisa glanced at me with a quizzical look on her face. "You're my brother. I don't know if I want you to see me naked."

"It's really no big deal. Do you know how many pairs of tits I've seen in the last year? I'm immune to yours now. Don't worry about it. If it bothers you, maybe we should get the awkward part over and done with. We could strip now and get past the first look."

"I don't know, Greg," Lisa said. "This is a lot. Are you serious? I mean, really?"

"Sure, but don't get all in your head about it. Here, I'll start." My shirt came off over my head. Then I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and briefs, leaving me naked in front of my sister. I knew I was able to control myself in such a situation. I was experienced, after all.

"Greg!" Lisa wheeled around to face away from me and my genitals. "Cover that thing!"

"Come on Lisa, you're not a virgin, are you? You've seen a penis before."

"Not that it's any of your business, but no, I'm not a virgin." Then she turned her head a little to look and offered up a smirk. "I've seen a few penises, but they were so much bigger than that."

I knew that my seven-inch cock was not little. It wasn't the biggest dick in the world, but it was a bit above average. At that moment it was flaccid, so she wasn't seeing it in all its glory, but that was easily remedied.

"Oh, they were bigger, huh? Should I show you how big I can be?" With that, I grabbed my penis and started stroking it. I stood naked beside my sister, pulling my cock. I won't say I was masturbating, because at that point I had no intention of going any further than giving myself an erection.

"Greg, stop that! What are you doing?"

"Just showing you how big I really am. Just watch." I kept pumping my cock, feeling it grow. I looked at Lisa; she had turned to face me, and she was fixated on my fist, traveling up and down my shaft. I had a really good erection, but I wanted to make sure it was fully hard, so I kept stroking. "Look, Lisa; look at how big my dick is." My hand kept working my cock. I began to realize that my initial idea of stopping as soon as I got big wasn't going to work. It felt too good. Lisa was watching me, and that turned me on in a big way. Maybe I hadn't been before, but I was definitely masturbating.

Neither of us said another word. I spread my legs a little, letting my balls hang freely between my legs. I rubbed myself, knowing that I was past the point of no return. Lisa was biting her lower lip, and I could see her nipples poking little bumps in her shirt. My cock was rock hard, and my scrotum pulled up tight against me. I looked at my sister as she watched me fuck myself; her eyes were as big as saucers. My fist pulled and stroked and rubbed. Lisa's hand had found its way inside her shirt; she was unconsciously groping her breast. I groaned as I felt my orgasm starting. Lisa gasped as I came, semen spitting out of my dick. My legs went weak and my knees buckled. I was nearly doubled over, but I kept stroking, feeling my cock pump its load out into my hand.

When I finished, I straightened up, my still-hard dick cradled in my right hand, a puddle of cum in my left. Lisa just stood looking at me. All I could say was a meek little, "Sorry 'bout that. Guess I got carried away."

Lisa was still staring. "I take it back. You

are

bigger than the other guys I've seen." She paused for a moment. "I hope you don't do that for Mom and Dad. And exactly what are you going to do with

that

?"

'That' was quite obviously the load of cum in my hand.

"Yeah, wait here a minute." I stepped out into the hallway, looking first to make sure our prudish parents weren't around. I trotted to the bathroom to get rid of my spunk and clean the jizz residue from my cock. When I finished, I stuck my head out into the hallway, once again checking for our parents. Then I hustled back to my room.

Lisa was gone. Just across the hall, her bedroom door was closed. I was sure she was behind it, and after triple-checking, I scooted across the hall and let myself in. She was indeed in her room, and I noticed two things in just a split second.

First, I noticed that she had apparently decided to change her panties. Second, I noticed that the pair she was shucking - a black thong - were wet. Her denim shorts lay on the floor, but I'd caught her bent over, still in the process of trying to get the thong off her second ankle. As soon as I entered the room, she screamed, "Greg! Get out!" Then she lost her balance. She tipped forward, catching herself with both hands.

For a brief and glorious moment, she was in a sloppy downward dog pose, with her naked ass up in the air. I could see her pussy, and I noticed that it was glistening with her moisture. She tumbled to the floor, covering her crotch with her hands.

I couldn't help but laugh. She lay in a heap, her panties wound around her feet. I was still naked, watching my nearly naked sister trying to protect her vagina from my sight. "Here, let me help you," I said. "You just stay as you are and I'll untangle your legs."

"Okay, but don't you try to look at my pussy!"

"Lisa, I've seen pussies before -- lots and lots of them on Spanish beaches. I got carried away before, but you can trust me. I'm in control now. Now hold still." I squatted down and removed the damp underwear from her ankles while she covered her private area. I must admit, however, that I did try to see her pussy.

"What are you looking at?" she smirked. "Do you want to see my cunt?"

My sister's use of the c-word was a bit jarring, but not nearly enough to distract me from what I did, in fact, want. Being the experienced nudist that I was, I knew exactly what to expect, but it was my sister's cunt, not just anyone's. "Yes I do," I muttered quietly. I really, really did.

"Too bad," she shot back. "Not today, not tomorrow, not ever." Her hand never moved from covering her pussy. "You may be a nudist, but I'm not."

"Yet. You're not a nudist

yet

." I stood up and smiled down at her. "I want you to think about it for a day or two. I guarantee you'll have a blast. I think you'll find it liberating to be outside naked."

I got dressed, and then we started packing up some of Lisa's clothes and unpacking my stuff. "Where is Mom, anyway?" I asked. "Dad's at work, right? But where's Mom?"

"She's been running errands. She spends a day day or two every week out all day doing crap for one of her charities. She'll be home tonight."

"Hmmm. If she's gone all day, we could try being nude. What do you say? Want to strip with me?"

"Greg, you just got dressed... but if you like being naked, I won't complain." She blushed. "You do have a nice cock. I kind of like looking at it."

"See? You're getting into nudity! I'll get you to the nude beach yet!" I quickly took off my clothes and again stood naked in front of my sister. "Let's clean this place up."

We got back to work packing Lisa's clothes and other things for storage. For some reason, my cock didn't want to stay down. I knew I liked to be seen, and with Lisa's frequent glances at my dick, I was in a constant state of arousal. Then Lisa started to chuckle. "What's funny?" I asked.

"Look down," she said. I followed her gaze and saw a thin thread of precum dangling from my tip. It was swinging around with every move I made, and right then it hit my leg and stuck there. It made Lisa laugh out loud.

"There's stuff hanging from your thing! It's bugging me, so I need to wipe it off." She reached for my penis and gently wiped off the precum. Then she wiped the other end of the thread from my leg, leaving her finger with a trace of my emissions. "What do you recommend I do with this stuff?"

I looked at my sister and said, "Well, you could lick it off."

"There's not enough to taste," she said. "Can you give me a little more?"

"You'll have to get it yourself," I replied, holding my cock up for her. "There's lots more if you want it."

Lisa stood looking at me. "What are you suggesting? You want me to blow you?" It was just a question, like

"What time is it?"

Her tone and facial expression gave no clue as to her attitude. I couldn't tell if she was serious or joking, eager or disgusted.

"If you offered, I wouldn't say no." I was about as noncommittal as I could possibly be.

My sister had a gleam in her eyes as she slowly approached me. Her hand started to reach out, and my cock twitched in anticipation. She stopped, looked at me, smirked and said, "In your dreams, bro! I'm not touching that thing!" Then she wiped my precum from her finger onto my arm.

We both laughed and went back to work. I stayed semi-erect the entire time, and saw Lisa steal about a hundred glances at my cock. The thread of precum she'd seen turned out to be only the first of several. She chuckled every time another one appeared.

My first day home was busy, but afterwards the week slowed down. The weekend seemed to tease me for several invisible extra days, but finally it arrived, and I was more than ready for a trip to the nude beach. I woke up early Saturday and started packing up the necessities for a day at the beach. One nice thing about the trip: I didn't have to pick out a bathing suit.

I knocked on Lisa's door. From inside I heard, "Mmmphll nuuungh," which I'm sure meant something, but I have no idea what. Clearly she was still in bed and only barely awake.

"Get up, Lisa! It's beach time!" There were still no sounds of movement from within, so I opened the door to let myself in. She was lying on her back in bed, her blanket covering her legs and up past her navel. She was wearing a sheer nightgown, which had been pulled down enough to allow a nipple to escape. I stood, transfixed, taking in the view. I had seen so many nipples on the Spanish beaches, but that one was Lisa's, and it was wonderful. I was starting to feel a tingle in my crotch when she pulled the covers up and shook off most of her sleep.

"Greg? What's up?" she asked groggily.

"Come on, sis, we're going to the beach."

Lisa stretched and sat up a bit in bed, pulling her blankets up to neck. "I'm fine with the beach, but I'm not going naked."

"That's cool. It's clothing-optional. If you don't want to be naked, you don't have to be. Not everyone there will be."

"Okay. That works. Give me some time to get ready."

I went downstairs for a cup of coffee, checked the beach weather report on my phone, and waited. Eventually my sister came downstairs in her bikini and very short denim shorts. She liked to keep her shorts unbuttoned and unzipped to show off her bikini bottoms. I've always liked that look, and it looked great on her.

We jumped in the car and headed out. As we got closer, I noticed Lisa got quieter. "Are you nervous, sis?" I asked.

"No, of course not!" She was firm in her reply. "Okay, yes, I'm nervous. I've never been to a nude beach before. If I need to leave, will you take me home?"

"Sure, but I doubt you'll want to leave. Don't get all worked up about it. It's just people."

I parked the car and we started across the parking lot with our towels and beach umbrella in tow. As we crested the dunes that separated the nudists from the "textile" world, we saw naked people playing beach volleyball, splashing in the surf, and laying on the sand, soaking up the sun. My sister stood, looking at the vista before us, talking it all in.

"My god," she said quietly. "It's heaven!" She turned to look at me, a smile stealing over her face. Her expression was one of pure joy, like a kid on Christmas morning. "I know I said I wouldn't go naked, but I think I'm changing my mind. If I'm nude, you can't look at me, okay?"

I laughed and said, "I'll only look at your non-sexy parts! I think there's a tiny patch of skin on your ankle that isn't sexy. I'll only look at that."

She laughed and started to take off her bikini top, but I had to stop her. "We gotta get down past the dunes first, Lisa. Then we strip!"

We both ran down the dune, our feet kicking up clouds of sand. "Good enough?" asked Lisa. I nodded and started pulling off my clothes. Lisa was close behind me, and we both scrambled to be the first one naked. We stashed our clothes in our beach bags and strolled along the beach, headed for an empty section of sand to set up our chairs. I let Lisa walk just a step or two ahead. That way I could watch her perfect ass undulate as she walked. I stared at her butt, at her ass crack, and at the crease at the bottom of her naked cheeks. She was tan, but her ass had a white area where she would usually have bottoms covering her pale skin. I felt my cock filling with blood, starting to firm up. By the time we parked our umbrella and were laying on the sand, I was mostly erect.

Lisa noticed my boner and said, "Well, look who's waking up! Does he like it here? Does Greg Junior want to play?" She reached over and gave my cock a little flick with her finger, and it bounced up and down a little. "Enjoy that," she quipped. "It's the closest thing to a hand job you'll ever get from me!"