All of our previous writings have been in the form of memoirs. In them, all of the events described took place decades ago, however, this account is a little more contemporary. I will provide a overview for anyone unfamiliar with our background, if you are familiar with our story, you can skip this section and scroll down until you see 'END INTRO'.
My wife Audrey and I met at a nudist resort decades ago. We had sex together for the first time at that resort as part of what was also our mutual introduction to the partner swapping lifestyle. Whilst we enjoyed the experience, we both had partners at the time and we went our separate ways.
Through a series of seemingly random events, we ended up single and at the same party one day. One thing lead to another and several decades later we have two wonderful daughters and a grand-daughter. We are nudists and we raised our girls to be nudists too. This brings me to my sister.
My sister Wendy and I spent the majority of our childhood as I imagine most siblings did: alternating between being best friends and mortal enemies. Even though I caught her with chocolate all over her hands and face, to this day, she refuses to admit that she stole, and devoured, my secret stash of chocolates. I hope that the sneaky little bitch got a stomach ache, but I digress.
As we got older and matured, we weren't super-close, but we got on well enough and enjoyed each other's company. Having our parents both pass away relatively early by today's standards also meant that we were the only close family that we had left. Our parents got to see my sister and I marry our respective spouses, but were gone before any grand children came along.
At least once a year or so, we would try to get our families together. She had moved away with her husband Richard so we needed to consider the logistics carefully. Flying time was about two hours, driving time was practically a whole day, pedal to the metal with a few ten minute stops for voiding ones bladder and changing drivers. Often, we would compromise and pick somewhere roughly equidistant between us and meet there.
Regardless of the arrangements, it was always my family that would end up wearing clothes. Our youngest daughter accepted this without too much fuss, but our oldest daughter was not so inclined. When we had returned to our accommodation for the evening, she would strip as fast as she could, almost defying us to tell her to put some clothes on. Clothed joint family activities were the norm until one year when my sister turned up at my front door stark naked.
Unbeknownst to my wife and I, Wendy and Richard had recently experienced some social nudity with some friends. As their level of comfort grew, this evolved to a far more intimate relationship with their friends culminating with my sister and her husband engaging in their first full partner swap with their friends.
With their new found love of naturism, my sister and her husband had decided that during their next visit to my house, they would join us in being naked instead of us covering up. This all went fairly well until my wife saw the size of my brother-in-law's penis for the first time and decided that she simply had to try it out.
I was perfectly happy for my brother-in-law and my wife to have sex. As swingers, I have seen my wife have sex with other men many times. I was not, however, expecting the proposition that accompanied that. My sister, not wanting to be left out, wanted me to have sex with her. I was more than a little reluctant at first, but she talked me around and we eventually discovered that we were very compatible sexually.
From there on, whenever the four of us would get together, we would pair up. We knew that it was socially taboo, but we developed a wonderfully liberating sexual relationship with the enthusiastic encouragement of both of our spouses. Technically, she was still my sister and I was still her brother, but we treated our relationship as we would any other consensual sexual liaison.
This arrangement continued for a large number of years until my brother-in-law became unexpected sick and passed away. Without ever needing to discuss it, the sex stopped and we became ordinary siblings again. That is, until 2020.
END INTRO
As I am sure most of you are aware, 2020 has been a year plagued by social upheaval. Although Wendy still had friends in her area, the isolation imposed by the public health situation as well as the fact that her sons had moved away to pursue their careers had left Wendy quite alone. Skype helped, but was of only limited relief. Audrey and I decided that for her own well-being, Wendy should move in with us for the time being.
Wendy obtained all of the required paperwork from the relevant health authorities and then drove from her house to our house non-stop except for the occasional toilet break. For the first two weeks, she was quarantined in our 'guest wing'. We ensured that she had all of the food and supplies that she needed, but now, we could talk with her face-to-face. We still kept our distance and wore masks as required when in closer proximity, but once she had been cleared, she joined us in the main house.
It was not so much odd, but unusual to be naked with my sister again. Seeing her in clothes had sort of become normal again since Richard's death. Wendy, as far as I could tell, was happy to have a bit of normalcy back in her life, even if that was living with her nudest brother and sister-in-law.
We did offer to allow Wendy to remain in the guest wing, but she was adamant that she wanted to move into the main house with us. Neither Hannah nor Romana had lived with us for years, so Wendy had the choice of either room so she pick Hannah's as it was furnished with the bigger bed.
A few days after Wendy had transitioned to the main house, we were sitting around the pool in the sun, attired as comes naturally for us nudist types. Wendy had always been slightly more pale than either Audrey or I. She was even more pale than when we last saw her naked, so we made sure to keep reminding her to reapply her sunscreen.
Wendy had expelled us from our own kitchen and had brewed an absolute kick-arse pot of tea. She had acquired a packet of her favourite loose leaf blend prior to leaving home and fastidiously ensured that it steeped for the required duration before pouring cups for all of us.
"Do you know that I read your memoirs?" Wendy asked me.
"No, I didn't. What did you think?" I responded trying to conceal any enthusiasm.
"It certainly filled in a lot of the blanks for me, it explained a lot. However, the final chapter was a little confronting to read." Wendy said.
"It was a little confronting to write too." I replied.
"I imagine it might have been." Wendy said thoughtfully taking her first sip.
Both Audrey and I tried our tea and it was surprisingly good.
"Not only did you and I discover our taste for 'forbidden fruit', but you mentioned Richard's passing without mentioning that week at the resort." Wendy said.
"Wendy, that was just before Richard got sick. We thought that perhaps that was a step too far." Audrey said coming to my defence.
"Oh poppycock!" Wendy said waving her hand as if to swat an unruly fly.
"What do you mean?" Audrey asked.
"In the time that I had left with him after that trip, Richard would often fondly recall that week." Wendy told us.
"Really, I did not realise that." I said genuinely.
"Listen," Wendy started, "one day when Richard was in hospital, I walked into his room and he was sitting up in bed with his eyes closed, his head rocking from side to side."
Continuing, "One of the nursing staff said that they were adjusting his pain meds and that he could be slightly incoherent until they dialled in on the right dose. To me, it looked like he was listening to music, but he did not have any headphones on and there was no music playing elsewhere. I walked over and touched his hand. He opened his eyes and smiled immediately."
"So he knew it was you?" Audrey asked.
"Yes, he clearly knew who I was. Anyway, I asked him what he was listening to and he started to sing: 'Turtle Beach, far away in time, Turtle Beach, far away in time'."
"Isn't it 'Echo Beach'?" I asked.
"Yes it is, but he was singling 'Turtle Beach' instead. You remember the hike to Turtle Beach?" Wendy said.
"Of course." I responded.
"Well luckily, none of the medical staff understood the exact context." Wendy said.
We sipped at our tea in quiet contemplation for a short time before Wendy said, "Would you write a chapter on our hike to Turtle Beach Ben?"
"I suppose so, but I thought that the day in the private Villa would have been more memorable for him." I replied.
"Perhaps you could write about both?" she helpfully suggested.
"Mmmm" I said taking another sip.
"Something else puzzles me about your memoirs." Wendy said.
"What's that?" Audrey asked.
"How did you select the pseudonyms? I mean, I know how you came up with 'Ben' and 'Audrey' and I can make a pretty good guess at where you got 'Richard' from." Wendy said.
"So what's missing?" Audrey asked.
