Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18.
Welcome to my third Literotica story -- and my first entry to the Nude Day Contest. This a slow-burn story that will reward your engagement and patience. Enjoy it!
Tuesday, July 8th, 8.am.
The sun slowly rose over the small town of Panther Meadow in South Florida, and its warm rays soon began making their way through the windows of its residence, among them a 23-year-old young man named Bradley Hartlin. The warmth and light of sunbeams started to wake him up from his slumber, clashing with his own drowsiness and desire to stay asleep at least until noon.
Then he heard knocking on his door.
"Brad... honey!" a feminine voice, muffled by the wooden gate, demanded he come down stairs. "I need you to wake up and come to the kitchen as soon as possible, please!" It was Bradley's mother Sylvia.
Bradley wondered what exactly did Sylvia want from him so "early" in the morning. It was summer break between his junior and senior year of college and all he really wanted to do was to bask in enough rest after pulling all-nighters on finals week. Still, he thought it might be some simple favor as opening a jar or picking something from the upper shelves. After stretching in bed, Bradley noticed his morning wood was prominently tented between his boxers.
"Mom can't see me like this..." He thought to himself. So he grabbed a very loose shirt he had remaining back from his "fat days" and put it over. "The less I think about this, the better." Bradley probably thought he would be able to get through with whatever chore or favor his mother needed of him and go back to sleep.
However, as Bradley descended the stairs, he began noticing a second, familiar female voice conversing with his mother's. A feeling of unease began to creep on him.
"So yes, my partner for the volleyball competition, dropped off the last minute under the excuse that he sprained his ankle..."
"Oh, shit. Aunt Sasha. Aunt Sasha is here, man!" Bradley's face went red as nervously realized that his aunt Sasha was in the kitchen.
It is not that Bradley didn't like his mother's sister Sasha. It was more that Sasha's visage of a fit, sports-loving 37-year-old blonde with curves in all of the right places was bound to give a lot of young men lascivious thoughts... And Bradley sure wasn't spared from falling for her charms, which gave him feelings of shame over having hormone-driven fantasies involving her when jerking himself off to sleep at night.
"I think it would be good for him to participate... There you are honey, good morning!" Bradley arrived at the kitchen and Sasha -- clad in a pink sports bra and black yoga pants which accentuated her hips - was the first to approach him for hug, which did little to alleviate his pent-up hormones.
"Brad, your aunt Sasha here told me she is going to participate on a mixed-gender, 2-on-2 volleyball tournament at a beach club two hours from here on Saturday. However, the guy who was going to be her partner overextended his ankle and tore his ligament." Sylvia made clear that she hadn't summoned Bradley for a simple chore.
"It's been difficult to find partners, Brad. So I decided to approach you because you are my sporty, athletic nephew.... If you don't want to participate, I will understand dear. Safe to say, there is a cash prize and I'm willing to share it with you, in case that we get into the top three." said Sasha.
"Come on, honey. It'll be a fun weekend getaway for you and Sasha. Plus, you could even meet a few young ladies your age, don't you think?" added Sylvia
A weekend meeting beautiful girls in what he imagined would be bikinis, and the possibility of coming out with some extra cash. Now they were talking Bradley's language.
"You know what, Aunt Sasha? I'm in. Let's do this." That was the impulse Bradley needed to make up his mind.
"Amazing, Bradley dear! All right, I'll come to pick you up Saturday at 7am so we can register for the competiton as soon as we get there." Sasha hugged Bradley again, causing him to heat up.
Saturday, July 12th, 7.am.
The past few days had been quite the ride for Bradley. Although he attended the gym daily -- at 9pm -- Bradley felt the responsibility to work on his jump, spike and lob. From Wednesday noon to the evening right before, Bradley had contacted an old high school female classmate who played on the varsity volleyball team to give him a refresh on the techniques of the game.
Still, a part of Bradley felt restless. Mostly because he imagined that his aunt Sasha, would be rocking a bikini beside him and that would probably distract him. It was an open, friendly tournament but still he felt that helping his aunt get to the top three would -- in a way - "redeem" him from his desires.
As the morning sunbeams again rose over Panther Meadow, Bradley and Sylvia waited in their front porch for Sasha to arrive in her car. A car horn indicated her arrival.
"Well honey, Sasha's here. Call me when you arrive at the beach club, please?" Sylvia asked of Bradley before kissing his forehead.
"Sure thing, ma."
"Good. See you later in the evening -- or maybe next morning! Sasha's a beach club member so you could stay the night over there!"
"Wait, you didn't say anything about..." Sylvia went back to the house while Sasha began calling Bradley from her car.
Bradley felt like Sylvia had withheld that detail from him. The fact that he could be staying the night alongside Sasha -- in the same room - began to mess with his head.
"Brad, dear! We're gonna be late for registration! Hurry up!" Sasha sounded her horn again. Bradley gave a deep breath and just decided to follow through.
"There you are, sweetie!" Sasha leaned over to give her nephew a kiss on the cheek. "Are we ready for some fun in the sun? And hopefully some dough." The woman in her late thirties said to Bradley as she winked her eye.
One hour and fifteen minutes of car travel went by, a drive in which Sasha and Bradley passed through a few beach clubs, which to the young man felt like multiple constant fakeouts. Finally, they seemingly got to the one that they were looking for.
"La Gloria Beach Club. Here we are!" Sasha uttered as she entered the car's parking lot. Notably, the view of the beach itself was obstructed by a row of local vegetation, which instead gave direct view to the Caribbean's turquoise waters.
"Brad, sweetie. I... I would like to give a you a bit of a heads-up. Okay?"
Bradley felt a lump in his throat. He felt that Sasha had finally realized that showing herself to him off in a skimpy bikini would cause him to act weird.
"See, this beach club. It's a bit different from what you'd expect. When we get to the beach itself - Being your first time - your body might have... "certain" reactions to the things you see. I want you to know that this is normal, and you will get accustomed. Okay?" Sasha's warning felt strange to Bradley, until he realized there was one kind of beach he had actually never been before.
A nude beach.
Bradley felt his heart thumping as he put two and two together. His aunt Sasha, subject of his most intense fantasies, was bringing him as her partner to a nude beach volleyball tournament. In a few minutes, not only he would see her completely naked, but he would have to be completely naked as well. Bradley slumped back into the copilot seat, trying to process this sudden influx of information.
Was Sylvia aware that Sasha's beach club was a nudist one? Either Sasha had never told her the name of the club in question, had given her false information... Or there was an even more shocking possibility that Sylvia knew all along and was letting her sister have her way. Whether it was ignorance or malice, Bradley felt himself as if drowning on quicksand.
"Aunt Sasha... " Bradley give himself a pause before continuing "If you are uncomfortable with this, we can go back. We haven't registered for the contest at the front desk, so we aren't wasting an opportunity that we didn't take at all. You realize..." Bradley paused himself again, lowering the tone of his voice.
"You realize... I am going to see you naked? You realize... That we are going to be naked -- aunt and nephew - together?"
After a minute or two of silence, Sasha finally responded to her nephew's question.
"Yes, Bradley. We are going to be naked together. And despite being your aunt, I have absolutely no problem whatsoever with that. You are a straight young man, with a natural interest in women. I... I actually have noticed you've got an eye for me. That's what I picked you as my partner for the tournament."
"This... This was intentional all along?" Bradley couldn't tell his emotions apart. He was shocked, appalled, relieved and aroused all along. Aunt Sasha wasn't being ignorant or naive, she was just following along her nephew's desires.
"Yes, Bradley." Sasha put her hand over Bradley's. "Just chill and enjoy this day with me. Alright?"
Bradley recomposed himself, took a deep breath and responded. "Okay."
Sasha and Bradley got out of the car and walked into the beach club's central building. As they entered, Bradley was shocked to not see that many people around the facilities. Was the club empty at this time of the day? Sasha went to the front desk, rang the bell and checked in.
