This story is part of a quartet of stories named: One Summer.
It is not a continuing storyline. They have familiar, common settings, persons or themes but they are not the same. Each story stands on its own. As always, all persons have reached the age of 19 years or more since they were born.
Note to the reader: English is not my first language so it may sometimes read as if you are listening to somebody from a foreign country. But thanks to Tim and Christor99 for editing and proofreading this story and making it more readable!
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"Have you not noticed that love is silence? It may be while holding the hand of another, or looking lovingly at a child, or taking in the beauty of an evening." [Krishnamurti]
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There is something soothing about the last two or three hours of sun, on a beach. The temperatures are ideal, the crowd has gone. The colours have become softer, the whole atmosphere has become more relaxed. The families have returned home. Silence is setting in.
The youth, full of their hormones, have departed for the bars. Or were about to leave, like Katia and Marisa, my nieces of twenty and eighteen years old. The daughters of my sister Liz, they were getting ready to hit the bars at the adjacent beach, where the crowd hung out.
I looked at them and saw the similarities to Liz in both, but also the differences. Their Mediterranean features were mostly visible in their faces, coming from their dad. A native from around this area, Michael was a holiday sweetheart of Liz and she had decided to follow him and move over here. After almost twenty-five years of marriage and raising their two wonderful daughters, he had decided to accept a job offer abroad. But that was the result of a widening gap between him and Liz, for many years in the making.
At this moment, Michael had become a distant figure in their lives. The two girls had finished school and went on to attend university. Still living at home with Liz, they lived their own lives and it was solely because of my visit after many years, that they had joined Liz and me to the beach today.
"Ok, mom. We're off." Katia started the exit talks. "We'll be meeting some friends at "Toni's" and I guess we'll stay around there, or the other bars, for the rest of the evening. Or maybe even until later. They have cars so we'll get back home. Ok?"
"Sure, ok. Just be careful and be sure the driver didn't drink too much, when the time comes to head home. You have any idea at what time that might be?" Liz asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah. No. I guess it's not going to be early. Most of the gang are leaving next weekend for the holidays, so everyone wants to spend some time together. You know." Marisa answered while tying her top around her chest.
The whole day, I had marvelled myself over these two young and beautiful bodies around us. Physically, they had inherited just the right bits and pieces from Liz. Their height, their slender legs and hips. And very importantly for topless girls, firm and round breasts without any sag whatsoever. Oh, youth!
Where Marisa stood out because of her height and her lighter hair, Katia had breasts many women, or men, would die for. Firm, pear-shaped and crowned with centred, jutting, nipples, she knew what the jewels in her crown were.
But now, all those assets were well covered, in a manner suitable for the cafe's they were going to visit. A small backpack with the essentials, mobile phones in their hands and big sunglasses on top of their heads, they were ready to roll.
"Eh, mom, could you please bring our towels and stuff home? It's not that much and you're with the car anyway. Please?" Marisa asked, having the decency to ask in the first place instead of just walking away and leaving us with all their stuff. The small backpack they took with them was the opposite of all the stuff they had brought out to the beach in the afternoon.
We watched them walk away, to the beginning of the beach where the path started that would bring them to the next beach where all the bars were. This beach, the one we came to, was free of any bars, being the last beach in a series of small beaches. It also meant it was tagged as a clothing optional beach, frequented by some nudists as well as people with minimal swimwear, if one could even call it that. The reason Liz brought us here, she told me, was the atmosphere at this hour, just before sunset.
When the girls were gone, we looked at each other and we let ourselves fall on our backs. Looking at the sky that grew darker, we talked about the girls and past holidays. We remembered our first holiday around here, when she was just a visiting girlfriend of Michael and I was the younger, tag-along brother. I had brought a girlfriend along and the four of us would stay on the coast, hitchhiking from one place to another, sleeping on the beaches. It was then that our love for these special hours at the beach started.
"Remember the time you first went skinny-dipping?" Liz teased. She was four years older and at that time, a twenty-two-year-old was seriously an 'adult' and an experienced person for any eighteen-year-old.
"Sure. I'll never forget. It formed me for the rest of my life." I replied and got a surprised look from Liz.
"Yes. Really. I became so fond of skinny dipping or, for that matter, doing things in the nude, that I have always looked for secluded beaches on holidays. So, depending on the relation I had at that moment in time, it was either great or it was a struggle. You can even argue that, in the end, it cost me some relationships."
"Really?" Liz looked at me and her surprised look got even more expression. "Did you regret it sometimes?"
"Regret? No. It is part of who I became and I got more fun and pleasure out of it then frustrations." I said as I looked around. The beach became more quiet and easy going as the afternoon waned.
Liz had followed my gaze and asked: "Care for a last swim? Skinny dipping again?"
I looked at her. "That's sweet of you, but you really don't have to. Not even for old times' sake," I answered.
"No, that's ok. I do it most of the time too. That's another reason why this beach is one of my favourites. It's so easy here, it doesn't matter if you're clothed or not. Clothing optional in its most relaxed way. You saw that, didn't you."
"Yes, I noticed," I replied. "But as a guest, it's not my position to drop my pants where ever I like. Especially not with the girls attending."
"Well, I think you can give the girls more credit, as they have seen a lot more than we did at their age. And they take it all very maturely."
"What do you mean by that? Take what?" Now it was my turn to be surprised by her answer.
"Well, nudity of course. Even sex sometimes. You know, here, in the summer, with all the tourists or even some locals, you can run into all kinds of behaviour. They've seen it, we've been there with them. I know they acquired a very healthy, live and let live attitude towards sex. Anyway, that's my opinion."
"Ok. I guess you know what you're talking about. You had the same attitude when we were young, I guess."
After some moments of silence, she asked: "You still remember?" And I could feel her hand touching mine.
I turned around to look at her, lying here beside me. "I promised not to forget, didn't I?" was my short reply.
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More than anything I remembered from discovering sex as a boy, even more than losing my virginity, I remembered that night on that beach. As I told before, the four of us had been camping around. Young and full of hormones, with a new-found girlfriend and boyfriend, sex had been a daily thing. Most of the time within our small tents, but sometimes, at an empty and secluded beach, we had done it outside in the open.
Off course, at first it had been very strange to hear my sister, or her brother from Liz's point of view, having sex. We grew accustomed to it very quickly. We respected each other's privacy but in the end, being so intimate in such close conditions had its effect on both of us. We stopped seeing each other as just the brother or sister we knew for so many years, growing up. We saw each other as individuals, as someone with a physical attraction. Knowing your sister has sex is totally different than seeing your sister having sex. And vice versa, for Liz.
Then one night, after an evening full of beers and dancing, I had crept out of my tent. Naked, I walked to the sea to piss. To my surprise, I found Liz there, sitting at the edge of the water, looking at the moon, far away above the horizon. She too, was nude. I asked her if she was ok and she said she was, she just had to pee. I said I had to pee too and took a few steps into the sea to empty my bladder. I looked over the sea and longed for a dive into the black water.
I turned around and walked towards Liz. I asked her to join me and she did. We swam in the midnight sea, staying close together, playing together. When we walked through knee deep water towards the beach, she stopped me by taking my hand and, turning around, faced the sea and the moon again.
As I stood behind her, she had said to me these days had been the most wonderful days of her life. And not only because of Michael but also because of me. She explained how I had become so much more than just a brother. I'd become plain good, attractive company, company that she loved. She told me how she would never forget those days.
She turned around and looked at me, with the light of the moon on her wet hair. She took hold of my hands and asked me if she could give me a kiss to thank me and I remember I just raised my eyebrows.
She kissed me, very soft and sweet. But she also took my dick in her hand, caressing it, warming it from the colder waters, making it grow. I asked her what she was up to and she answered that this is what she had longed for, for a long time. Her desire had only grown stronger every day she had seen us, my girlfriend and me being intimate. I told her that maybe this was not a good idea but she was very sure it was the best idea.
Very quickly my dick was fully erect and standing straight between our bellies. Then she surprised me again by dropping to her knees. The water reached up to her crotch ("You made me so wet, I could have filled the sea," she would joke later). While holding onto my dick and stroking it, she brought her mouth to my balls and licked them, before sucking them into her mouth.
After a few moments, she looked up at me again and told me to look at the moon and the sea and I did. It was light and it was black and silver. I felt my dick being enclosed by warmth and wetness and a tongue and teeth. For a moment, I closed my eyes and then opened them again. Still, the moon was there and the waters reflected the light. And the feeling had not left me.
