This is Johan in Kristiansand, Norway, telling Kari, his girlfriend, one summer morning why he is no longer as shy as he had been in the spring. If he seems to have been a little too naïve, that is because the incident takes place some forty years. They are supposed to be going to the library and then having a lunch of Sunday leftovers in his house, since his parents both work. Kari, who is a couple of months older than now 18 year-old Johan, already has some experience with her brother and is delighted when Johan suggests that they immediately go to his family's house, where they end up naked in bed together, kissing and masturbating each other.
She is surprised that he obviously is not as shy as he had been and has more experience than she had expected after his three weeks visiting relatives. She also has more experience than she can admit to, not just with her brother, but also with Esther. Relaxing in bed together, she ventures to ask him about his trip to Bergen.
The cover photo of the little Swedish magazine mentioned in the story is something the author saw displayed in the window of newsstand in Stockholm back then. Just the story in the magazine is speculation.
And finally, this story is background to the series "Daughters and Fathers."
Johan's story to Kari and the immediate consequences:
My mother's sister and her husband had invited my parents and me to visit them and their two daughters on the West Coast, agreeing that we would stay in their flat in Bergen for a week, while they went to their cabin, since the flat was too small for all of us. Then we would join them at their cabin, my parents returning home after a week, while I stayed for two weeks more.
When we got there on the train, they were all there to show us the flat. The girls were just girls, nice, but we hardly talked - shy me. Then they drove to the cabin, and we spent the week sightseeing in Bergen.
I was sleeping in one of the beds in the girls' room, don't know which one's. Yeah, well, the first night - this is kind of embarrassing - I decided to see what size bras they wore. Oh, I found the right drawer quickly enough, but never checked the sizes of the bras; under them I found a pamphlet-like magazine in Swedish. Wow! On the cover - it had been turned back - was a naked girl, not just naked, showing all she had, legs spread. Wow! I'd never seen anything like that before, didn't know such pictures were published. So, of course, I started to read it in bed that night - and every other night, a couple of times through, and the best parts more often.
It was a sort of short novel - appropriate to the cover photo - about a French girl in a chateau, and her fiancé, and then with her visiting cousin. Eventually, there wasn't anything the three of them didn't do together, things I didn't know couples or girls could do with each other. Of course, I didn't just learn a lot, but since it had been hidden under the bras, I assumed they had read it too. It looked well thumbed. That got me think differently about them.
So after the week in Bergen, the parents came and picked us up and did some shopping for food, and we joined them at their cabin, really two cabins, we discovered, one with just one bedroom and a larger living area, for the girls' parents, and the other one with two bedrooms, one with a double bed for my parents and the other with bunk beds for the girls. The first week, I slept on a folding cot in the small living area of that cabin. We spent most of the time in the larger living room in the other cabin.
So, well, I looked at my cousins with new eyes after having read the magazine. I didn't notice that they looked at me any different. We spent the week hiking and doing what families do on vacation. My parents were leaving early on Saturday to take the train so that they would be home on Sunday.
Friday afternoon, they wanted to pack, and the girls and I were sort of sent off to go swimming at the little lake. We all had been there before, but the girls suggested we go to a different place this time, more secluded, I guess is the expression, but they didn't say that, just led me there. We had our bathing suits on under our clothes, so changing was no problem. For a while, we lay around in the sun, and then Maren said she wanted to go swimming. I assumed we all would, but Britta said she would go later and suggested I stay with her, the first time I was only with just one of them.
Oh, Maren had also just turned eighteen, also had her birthday in May, just a couple of days before mine. Britta was nineteen.
So Maren went off, out of sight from us. I wasn't paying much attention to Britta, but when she said that they liked to swim nude, but had a problem with me there, I paid more attention. She smirked at what she had said, and then rolled over closer to me and smiled sort of funny, and then asked softly: "Want to kiss?"
I had sort of forgotten about the magazine, but then remembered, and she looked like she wanted to be kissed. I think I was blushing at her so direct suggestion, but we did, of course. We were having a good time, until she suggested that we'd better stop before Maren returned, luckily not before I had cooled off a little. And Maren's bathing suit was still dry. Britta stood up and gave me a sweet smile and disappeared, and Maren sat down, also smiling, almost like she knew what we had been doing, or like they had planned the whole situation - more thoughts about the magazine, in which the girls had planned something with the guy, even though he was supposed to be the one's fiancé.
So there Maren and I were, and she said that she guessed Britta had told me that they liked to swim nude. When I nodded with a grin, she grinned and then after a moment said she had heard of families where everyone swam nude when no one else was around. I had, too, but I wasn't sure I wanted say anything that could suggest my interest in what they both seemed to be talking around. But it got stickier when Maren smirked and said that Britta had told her that if she were alone with me, she would suggest we kiss. I guess my blushing answered her question. She snorted and said it looked like we had. I just nodded, and she moved closer and said: "Nothing wrong with that - nice, kissing cousins - why not. I like to kiss, too."
And she looked like she did. I didn't want to start an argument, and if they had been talking about it before - and the magazine - so we also did, soon lying with arms around each other. And she didn't suggest we stop before Britta returned, who surprised us by snickering loudly, maybe returning sooner than I expected by design, but that only occurred to me later.
So we sat up, me more embarrassed than Maren, also because I was still aroused, something Maren had seemed to enjoy, but in my trunks then too obvious for my comfort, and it looked like Britta had glanced at them, before she snickered again and said: "Johan kisses good, doesn't he."
Her sister just nodded with a grin and said: "Pity that he doesn't want to go swimming with us." "I better go now," I replied, thinking it was a good chance to escape from them for a few minutes, and cool off. "Like we do?" Britta asked with a smirk, adding: "otherwise your trunks will be wet under your pants."
I didn't know what to say, and when I didn't reply, she said: "Oh, come on. We'll all go; no big thing. I don't mind your seeing me nude."
Well, of course, the chance to see them both naked was attractive, but was going to have its price. I don't know if I was already rationalizing that there might be more fun - like in the magazine.
"Me neither," Maren agreed.
While I was still hesitating, Maren stood up and said: "Come on, we will," and immediately began to slip the straps of her one piece bathing off her shoulders. It was one of those formless ones, and she immediately start to peel it down down her body.
I had no other choice, if I wanted one by then. Maren was standing nude before me, smiling with her arms outstretched, despite her blush apparently enjoying exhibiting herself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Britta's top drop, but the view of Maren held my eyes.
She has reddish blond hair with real white skin - except for her blush - and, well, you can imagine: pale nipples and red hair there too. For some reason, I immediately thought she could have been a model for a pastel-colored picture by Munch, something like his paintings in the university. Britta was leaning down to take off the bottom of her bikini. I didn't have a choice and took off my trunks. At least, I wasn't so aroused by then, but more so again, when they both looked at me. As I stood up, I felt like I was blushing like a tomato. They were nice enough to look back up at my face. We picked up our towels, and they led me to where we could swim.
They looked nice from behind, too. I had never seen a naked girl, of course, much less two at once. Oh, someone had a Playboy from the States, and I had seen paintings, of course, well, more pictures of paintings in books. Of course, Britta and Maren didn't have figures like those girls in Playboy, but some of them were a little too much.
I was trying not to think about that, telling myself that apparently they were accustomed to going naked, that maybe it didn't have to be arousing, trying to forget that they had both kissed me -- arousingly. Anyway, I was less aroused by the time we got to the water, and less than not aroused when we all got out of the cool water, even after they noticed and snorted before we dried ourselves.
When we returned to where our things were, it was still early enough to enjoy the sun, and the girls immediately lay down naked, so I did too, between them, as before. I was beginning to think that I could get accustomed to being naked with them without becoming aroused as we lay there in silence - on our stomachs. But after a couple of minutes, Britta rolled up on her side and smiled like she had before we kissed, and then asked: "Want to kiss again? You don't mind, Maren, do you?"
Before I could say anything, she said: "Not if I get my turn."
They both wanted to kiss?! Like that, with nothing on?! And they had read that story!
