Alex yawned and stretched like a great cat a smile spreading across his features as he did. One thing that most people don't understand is that people don't smile with their lips, not really. The smile with their bodies and since Alex was lying nude on a towel all the other places that were smiling were readily apparent. The slight raise in his shoulders and relaxation in his chest and belly could be seen by anybody who bothered to look. "You know I gotta admit I thought this was a pretty shitty idea at first." His voice was light and dreamy. To him it sounded far away and he could only imagine how the people around him heard the sounds escaping his throat.
Josh didn't open his eyes. He really didn't want to ruin the perfect painting on the back of his eyelids just yet. He might not be able to get it to return and even the sound of his nineteen year old son's voice threatened to destroy that faint picture of his wife and step daughter that had formed there. "What?" He finally answered. He knew that his son would keep pestering him until he'd said whatever it was he wanted to say. This was a little more annoying than most things though because he already knew what his son was going to say.
"This has been pretty fucking cool. I'm glad I came." Alex responded rolling onto his stomach. He rested his head on his arms stretching out one more time before settling into a comfortable position. "How did you know this was going to be a good idea?" He asked letting his attention drift over to his sister.
Josh had to stifle a growl as the beautiful image in his head faded away leaving him just the red light filtering through his eyelids to stare at. "I didn't." He drew in a deep breath inflating his barrel like chest and opened his eyes. Alex bore more than a passing resemblance to his father, he was almost a clone sent from the distance past. They had the same strong chin and high cheek bones, identical tans that brought them to near perfect bronze after just a day or two in the sun. Where they really differed was in the arms and torso. Josh had been a real estate agent for the last ten years and it had turned what had been once been referred to as the arsenal into simple flesh. During his twenty year long military life he'd had the cannons that Alex was casually using as a head rest. He'd had the cannonballs and a full set of grenades beneath that. Today though he only held the reminders of those things, not yet fat but not the kind of awe inspiring definition that his son now possessed. "Thanks for ruining my perfect dream by the way."
A chuckle rumbled from Alex's chest. He adjusted his weight just slightly so he could see his father then turned away. "I'm not sure what you were dreaming off but was it really better than that?" He pointed with his chin towards his older sister. Just like the two men she was completely nude and lying on her back. She was a sleep at the moment her impressive chest rising and falling in time with her breathing. "I mean damn." He let himself smile slightly as he drank in his sister's beauty. A life time gymnastics had kept her thin and trimmed. It had been painful to watch her give up her dream of going the Olympics as a gymnast. She simply wasn't built for professional gymnastics. It wasn't a sport that favored women who were as well endowed as Sarah had turned out to be. It was equally cruel to women who developed broad hips. The fact that Sarah was blessed with the kinds of curves men lust after kept her from competing in a sport clearly better suited for prepubescent boys.
"You aren't wrong about that." Josh said letting his eyes linger on his daughter-in-law for a moment before drifting to her mother. In his mind Janet was the living example of something that improved with age. She might have gotten beyond her daughter's tight unblemished skin but he liked the tribal tattoo at the small of her back. It gave her character, especially when she'd gotten it in eighties before every hot bitch had a tramp stamp.
Janet's eyes had been closed but she wasn't sleeping. Hearing the men talking about her woke body up without her full permission. She didn't mean to arch her back just slightly but it happened anyway pushing her rump up and revealing her nipples. Janet meant to sigh slightly to let them know she was listening but she hadn't been expecting the purely seductive sigh that even got her a little wet. Wetter, she'd been wet almost since they arrived at the camp. "It was a great idea and you should be proud of yourself." Janet finally said propping her head up on her hands. "I never knew how trapped I was by clothing!"
None of them had really understood how binding their clothing was. How trapped they had been behind flimsy pieces of fabric. It was difficult to even quantify in words and though all four of them had tried the only word they could come up with for the feeling was trapped. Clothing traps people. They shame them of their bodies, and forces its definition to be made not by its own beauty but by the pieces of cloth draped over it. Being nude was just liberating.
It wasn't just the feeling of the air on your skin. There were a myriad of other new sensations that shouldn't have been alien but were. When they had first arrived at the camp one of the first things that the instructors had ordered was everybody to return to their vehicles and strip. The hot leather seats had been a new experience for all of them as was the feeling of concrete beneath their bare feet. It was like the world had been completely reinvented and everything was completely new
"She's right. This is good shit." Alex mused as his eyes slid shut. And have you checked out Sarah's rack? I knew she was stacked but damn." He sensed Janet's body tighten at the comment. There was no point in trying to clarify that she was also hot as hell. If she hadn't already gotten that from all the stares then she never would. It was just that for him Sarah might just have been perfect.
"Now now young man. I won't have you speaking that way about my daughter." Janet said spreading her arms just enough that her own breasts were visible. She shook her chest just for show and smiled.
"You've got a killer rack too Mom." Alex wasn't just flattering her either. There wasn't much wonder to why his father had married her. The only thing that was wrong with her was that she wasn't eighteen. If she had still been eighteen and her breasts were still high and firm instead just large and impressive she would have been perfect. The same went for her face. Her sky blue eyes were intoxicating. A few crows' feet around the edges only marked her as quality MILF material instead of detracting from her overall hotness. There was only one thing that was detracting from her overall hotness. Sarah. Still in the prime of her youth, blonde to her mother's brunette and laying less than three feet away. Even with that around her was still hotter than the sky on the Fourth of July.
