At The Nude Beach with my StepSister

YOU CAN BLUFF SO MUCH. At one point, you have to go for it. I had to play this cool. I’ve talked about it for so long that there was no way back. We were at the beach.

Maria was my step-sister. Two years older than me, we barely lived together for several months before she went to college. We were practically strangers.

This summer break, she came home to relax, and we got talking. I was going on and on about the benefits of nudism and how it was not something mom and her dad would be in favor of, so I limited my naked time to the beach and while I slept.

She got curious and said, almost jokingly, that she might accompany me if it was alright and not a big deal.

‘Of course, not,’ I scoffed.

But my heart was pounding.

Well, the day had come. She told me she wanted to come with me, and she could drive me to the beach.

She left her flip-flops in the car and walked toward the sand. My stepsister wore tiny, denim shorts that her ass was gladly chewing. Half of her cheeks were out, and the flesh quivered as she walked on her toes. She may have had short legs, but they were toned and straight. The muscles were well defined, thanks to her love for squatting. I did think about her squatting onto my cock as I was ogling her, but I had to chase away the dirty thoughts. I would have stripped with a full-blown erection otherwise.

Her short crop top, revealing most of her back and the sway of side boob I was seeing, didn’t help much.

The sand was too hot for her, so she swiped her feet around, tossing puffs, while she found us a spot.

There were some people scattered around. Most kept to themselves. She noticed they were nude, and she turned to smile at me.

‘I guess this works,’ she pointed at the ground.

She stood in the middle of the beach. Nothing could cover us here.

‘Depends on how long you want to stay. No shade,’ I said.

I placed the towel on the sand. This gave me a moment to gather strength and some air in my lungs. After I was done with this, I had to undress. Maria helped me straighten the towel, and we were now back on our feet. Facing one another.

Here goes nothing…

My fingers were on my waistband, but my stepsister was faster. She casually pulled down her shorts and extracted her feet, more careful not to fill her bottoms with sand than to protect her modesty. She was rocking her outfit commando. She dispatched of her crop fast, and her big boobs bounced on her torso.

Don’t stare!

I drifted a bit, toward the nudist portion of the beach, but suddenly I felt a stronger current and colder water around my ankles. I returned to my previous spot and rushed toward the beach. I walked out and hoped I could sneak around the resting mother and daughter.

‘Ethan?’ I heard her voice as I was passing, and saw her hand on the brim of her hat and her eyes aimed directly at my naked cock.

Her daughter went to her elbow and leaned against her mother’s shoulder. She was also staring at my junk with wide eyes.

I was standing probably five feet away from them. My cock was dripping salt water. It should have been shriveled. But the energetic walk, the sudden harsh light on my cool skin, and the fact that I was avoiding being spotted worked together to feed excitement in my penis. The shaft was dangling semi-erect, and I was caught in a pose where my legs were quite spread. All in all, my high-school English teacher and her daughter had a clear view of my cock and balls.

I stopped breathing. There I was. My former English teacher in the shadow of my penis, and her teenage daughter peeking above her shoulder. My semi-erect cock thankfully still pointed down, but the sensation within it was preparing me for the inevitable. The blood was stirring, and I expected at any moment to get a massive boner.

Mrs. Pasternak just lifted the brim with one finger, like she was checking the weather, and kept her eyes exactly where they were.

‘Seth,’ she said calmly. ‘You’ve grown.’