It was approaching noon and the heat from the sun was intense.
"That will do me," I said, "I can feel myself burning."
"Me too, "Cathy replied, and mum made three.
Even without the air conditioning on, the house was so much cooler. I went to the fridge and got myself another glass of cold water. The temptation was to have a beer. Hmmm, why not, it's Saturday. It's after midday and its hot. What better time for an amber refreshment.
"I can make some sandwiches for lunch," mum volunteered.
"Thanks mum," said Cathy who followed my lead and helped herself to a beer.
"Cheers," I said, clinking our bottles.
I could not help but notice a pinkish tinge to Cathy's breasts. Although she did apply sunblock, the fact that they had not had much exposure to the sunlight meant that she had not gradually built up a tan.
"I think you could do with some moisturizer on those boobies of yours, "I advised helpfully.
Cathy looked down and lifted one breast and studied it momentarily.
"I think you are right bro, how about you rub some on for me?" Cathy inquired.
"Ohhh, if I must," I joked.
I got up and headed to the bathroom and returned with some soothing aloe vera lotion that was perfect for the job. I sat down and Cathy moved her chair to face me. I poured some of the lotion onto my hands and reached out and applied it to her lovely mounds.
"Ohhhhh," Cathy recoiled, "brrrrrr, that's a bit chilly.
"It will take the sting out of the sunburn, it will be worth it," I said.
As I rubbed it into her breasts my hands ran over her nipples and either that movement or the cold nature of the lotion had an effect on them, as they hardened instantly. I relished the opportunity to linger there, fiddling with her growing buds. Cathy closed her eyes and slumped a little in her seat. She was no doubt enjoying the experience as much as I was. Slowly and methodically, I rubbed the aloe vera in and soon my pleasant duty was completed. I had certainly enjoyed it as my erect cock could testify.
"Thanks Greg, that does feel better, glad you enjoyed it too," said Cathy, noticing my stiffie. She gave it a quick rub and returned to drinking her beer. I just loved that we could be so casual with our intimacy. I didn't expect Cathy to wank me off, just because my hard cock was right in front of her. I appreciated that she could basically ignore it if she wanted to, as that had become a new norm that was to become commonplace around the house now.
In the distance, there was the sound of a car arriving in the driveway. It was dad returning from golf. Mum's, Cathy's and my eyes met and we all burst out laughing. We had the same suspicion, that dad would struggle in, in a state of exhaustion, the heat and exertion from a round of golf after his big night on the drink was bound to take its toll.
The front door opened and closed and there were footsteps down the hallway leading to the kitchen where we were anxiously awaiting his arrival.
Our suspicions proved to be correct. Before us stood our red faced father, sweat formed on his brow, his shirt was wet under the armpits, his eyes were droopy. If it wasn't for the fact that I knew that he had been at golf, I could have guessed that he had just run in a marathon.
His dejected demeanour had the three of us erupt once again in laughter. It may have been cruel, but it was unavoidable. Cathy got up and offered him her chair, concerned that he was on the verge of collapsing. I rushed to the sink and got a glass of water for him. Mum ran to his side and took his arm to support him. This was sheer theatrics as our concern was only exceeded by our desire to make a bit of fun at his expense.
Dad made his way to the seat offered him. He sat down and took a long sip of the water. So far, he made no reference to the fact that his entire family was naked in front of him.
"So dad, how did golf go today?' I politely enquired, fully expecting that I knew the answer.
"Shithouse," was his emphatic reply, "it was bloody hot out there, and I wasn't feeling the best."
We did our best to muffle our amusement.
Dad looked up, indignant, that far from offering sympathy we were revelling in his discomfort.
"And what are you all doing naked? When did this house become a nudist colony?" he inquired.
"Since yesterday and since it is so hot. We decided that we don't need clothes," was Cathy's response.
