To get the proper background for who we are and what we’ve been up to, it’s best that you read the last two ‘Memoir’ chapters first. However, the TL;DR summary is: My name is Ben and my wife is Audrey, we are nudists and swingers. My sister’s name is Wendy and her extraordinarily well hung husband was Richard, they discovered both nudism and swinging much later in life. Many years ago, Wendy sort of semi-talked me into having sex with her so that my wife could fuck her husband. We have not looked back since.
My brother-in-law Richard passed away many years ago. I initially chose not to write too much about the events leading up to Richard’s declining health in the memoirs out of respect for my sister Wendy. However, once Wendy had read the finalised memoirs, she said that Richard often spoke fondly to her of our adventures together and that she thought that he would have been delighted to see those adventures preserved for posterity.
Although Audrey, Wendy, Richard and I did take a number of ‘adults-only’ trips away together, Wendy said that one in particular stuck out in her mind as capturing the spirit of adventure that the four of us had developed over the years. It also happened to be the last such trip before Richard left us.
This trip took place many years after the core account in chapter seven of the main memoirs. The kids were reasonably independent and we knew that they were responsible enough to take care of themselves for a week or so. We had flown to an island that was home to the largest private naturist resort that we had ever heard of. Naturally, we had arranged for adjoining rooms and intended to spend every possible hour enjoying a life without clothing.
Wendy and Richard had joined Audrey and I for an occasional weekend at one of our semi-local clothes-free resorts over the years, but this occasion represented their first time attending such a large and established facility. After flights and transfers, we finally arrived in the mid-afternoon and started to make ourselves comfortable.
I was sitting on the end of my bed examining the local money. The denominational increments of the coins were different to the increments of the notes. The colours and dimensions were also curiously uniform. We’d have to take more care when using this currency to make sure that we did not inadvertently overpay. Luckily, within the grounds of the resort, we could charge everything back to our room.
Wendy entered through our adjoining door and stood in front of me. She had an activities brochure in her hands and was thumbing through the pages.
“Have you and Audrey thought about any activities you’d like to try whilst we are here?” Wendy asked.
I stuffed the money back into my wallet and said, “Audrey’s made a few expressions of interest, but we have not made any firm decisions yet.”
Audrey and Richard had caught the shuttle bus to the nearest town to grab a few supplies. In the pandemonium before leaving home, Audrey had uncharacteristically forgotten to pack her shampoo and conditioner. She packed everything else, just not shampoo and conditioner. Anticipating a lot of swimming over the coming week, she did not want to rely on the tiny bottles that the resort provided as her sole supply.
Richard was feeling a little unwell. Not particularity sick, per se, just a little queasy. He was looking for something to calm his stomach and relieve his headache. There was a huge discussion regarding whether all four of us should go, but that was quickly settled when we found out that there were only three spare seats on the next shuttle bus.
Wendy was now totally comfortable being naked all the time. The prospect of a whole week without having to worry about what to wear was actually liberating for her. As Audrey and Richard departed, Wendy confided in me and admitted that she was relieved that she did not have to get dressed again so soon.
“How long do you think they’ll be away?” she asked.
“Well, it’s about 45 minutes each way and knowing Audrey, she’ll be an hour or two, so at least three hours.” I said.
“Three hours to fill in you say?” Wendy asked in confirmation.
“Give or take.” I said hedging my bet whilst throwing my wallet onto the bed side table.
“It says here that there are 4 pools, 6 tennis courts, 2 squash courts, table tennis tables, a network of hiking trails, a gym, a sauna, a beach with good snorkelling, all sorts of things.” Wendy added.
“Sounds great. Does anything in particular take your fancy?” I asked her.
“Well, there’s one last thing it says here. It says that siblings are not only welcomed to, but actually encouraged to engage in sexual intercourse if they like.” she replied.
“You are so full of shit.” I said.
“Look!” Wendy said sticking the brochure into my face so closely that I could not read it before tossing it over her shoulder and stepping forward.
I spread my legs so that she could step even closer and as she did I placed my hands on her hips. Luckily, the bed was rather high and Wendy’s breasts were almost perfectly in line with my face. Wendy and I had indulged alsancak escort bayan in quite a few games of ‘hide the sibling sausage’ since our first adventure all those years ago. We had grown to embrace our taboo pastime and our respective spouses were happy for us to indulge ourselves.
Reaching up slightly, I kissed Wendy’s left nipple and then her right. She grabbed the back of my head and forced my face between her breasts as she wobbled them back and forth. I must admit that the feeling of my sister’s warm breasts on my cheeks was very enjoyable.
“Scratchy!” she exclaimed as she stroked one of my cheeks, “You need to shave.”
After she released her grip, I extended my tongue and circled her right areola. I pulled back to examine my handiwork.
“You can’t stop there!” she said.
“Why not?” I asked.
“If you touch one, you need to touch the other. It’s a rule, everyone knows it’s a rule.” she replied.
Extending my tongue once more, I circled her left areola before she said, “That’s better.”
My sister’s nipples were hardening, but were nowhere near as large as I had seen them previously, so I went back to work with a combination of sucking, licking and blowing. Before long her nipples were huge, really huge.
Wendy ran her fingers around her own areolae and said, “That feels better!”
“I’m glad. Would you like me to go down on you?” I said.
“Oooh dear brother, you read my mind.” Wendy replied gleefully.
“The bed’s nice and high.” I said, “Would you like to try on the edge of the bed?”
“Sounds exciting, let’s give it a go!” Wendy responded enthusiastically.
Wendy stepped back and I stood up moving to the side. Wendy then stepped over to the bed and took up position where I had been previously sitting. In a single movement, she slowly laid back and brought her knees up to her chest before spreading them wide for me. She brought her hands up to just below her knees to brace herself.
My sister’s spectacular vulva were presented before me. I took in the view of her large triangle of pubic hair extending all of the way along her outer lips and around her anus with delight. Luckily, none of the four of us had ever expressed any interest in anal play so the few haemorrhoids that she had back there would not get in our way. Where her outer lips touched, I could see her generous inner lips protruding, eager to escape confinement.
I gently parted her outer lips, one hand on each side, to reveal the rest of her inner lips and clitoris. I inhaled the subtle aroma of her sumptuous pussy. Having recently showered, her scent was more on the mellow end of the spectrum. Moving closer, I extended my tongue and gently licked the underside of her clitoris.
“Ooooo, you got it. Right there!” she said.
I continued to stimulate my sister’s clitoris and I watched it gradually increase in size for a few minutes more. Wendy was generally quiet during this time softly moaning to herself and enjoying the feeling. I quickly stuck my index finger into my mouth to coat it with my saliva before wiggling it gently at the opening to her vagina and then gradually inserting it.
“Hello there!” Wendy said surprised.
“How’s that feel?” I asked.
“Pretty damned good. Carry on!” she responded.
Repositioning myself slightly, I took her whole engorged clit into my mouth and rotated my finger in search of her g-spot. Just as I felt the spongy mass under the tip of my finger, Wendy said, “Bullseye!”
Realising that I’d hit the right spot, I increased the vigour of my attention to her clitoris and supplemented the sucking with a little bit of tongue. Rubbing against her g-spot with my finger, Wendy began to arch her back and thrust her hips upwards.
“That’s it! That’s it! Keep going, ohhhhh fuck, keep going!” Wendy said, encouraging my efforts.
As instructed, I kept doing what I was doing letting Wendy’s body guide me. For the next few minutes her groans became louder and her breathing more rapid, almost as if she was gasping for breath. Without warning, she let out an enormous groan and sank back onto the bed limp. Although she’s managed to pull her clitoris out of my mouth during her fall, my finger remained firmly insider her. As she lay their twitching, almost convulsing, I felt her vaginal walls repeatedly clamp down on my finger and release.
After I felt the spasms abate, I removed my finger and stood at the end of the bed for a moment. As I stood there, I watched Wendy panting breathlessly as she tried to recover her composure. I took this opportunity to go into the bathroom to get myself a glass of water. When I returned to the room, Wendy was now sitting on the end of the bed.
I offered Wendy the extra glass that I had brought in for her. She took a few tentative sips and asked, “What the fuck just happened?”
“I think it was called an orgasm.” I responded.
“I know what it’s called smart arse, I’ve just never had one quite like that before.” she retorted.
“Never?” I queried.
“I think I’d have remembered alsancak escort bayan something as intense as that.” she said.
Wendy took another few sips of water and then said, “Thanks. Um, I think.”
“You’re welcome. Um, I think.” I replied echoing her tone.
“Very funny. Hold this.” she said handing me her glass as she stood.
“Whatya doing?” I asked.
“Having a piss, what does it look like?” she replied as she headed into the bathroom leaving the door open.
I heard her take a seat and then the dribbling sound as she allowed her bladder to drain. I heard her tear off some toilet paper before the toilet flushed a few seconds later. Next there was the sound of water running and some splashing noises. Finally some rustling of towels before she reappeared at the door.
“Better?” I asked.
“Much better.” she replied.
“Fuck that was good!” she continued.
“What the piss?” I asked actually knowing fully what she meant.
“Not the piss, dick head! The orgasm that you just gave me!” she said messing up my hair taking a seat beside me.
“Did you want to try for another?” I asked.
“I’m sorry. I know that you’d like to fuck me too, but I’m feeling a little tender down there at the moment. Can we do something else for a while?” Wendy replied.
“We could check out the resort, or go for a swim if you like.” I said.
“OK, a swim sounds nice. Beach or pool?” Wendy offered.
“Pool is fine, as long as we can collect a few pastries on the way back up to the room.” I stated.
“Oooo, pastries! Let’s just do pastries, that sounds great. Fresh pastries! I want one with cherry!” she said enthusiastically.
“Well it’s a bit late in the day for them to be super-fresh, but I’m sure they won’t be completely stale yet.”
“Come on, let’s go.” Wendy said slapping my thigh as she stood.
I too stood, collected my room key and hung it around my neck before following Wendy to the door. We made our way to the patisserie and purchased several bags of pastries before finding ourselves a nice quiet place in the afternoon sun to enjoy them.
From time to time, Wendy would point out guys with notable penises, either large or small and provide a critique on their fuckability. Naturally, I tried to discourage such sexual talk. She toned down the comments, but obviously continued to make mental assessments of the aforementioned members as they paraded past.
“Why do some women shave their pubic hair?” Wendy asked from out of nowhere.
“I’m not really sure. It seems to be a growing trend these days.” I responded cautiously at this odd change of subject.
“What, does it turn men on or something?” she asked.
“Certainly not me! There’s one woman in our group that shaves her pubes. One or two others tried it, but let their bush grow back straight away.” I said.
“I just don’t get it. Women have pubes, girls don’t have pubes. Why do women not want to have pubes?” she asked again in bewilderment.
“Perhaps they want to feel younger.” I offered.
“But they have these huge tits hanging from their chests, they don’t look young.” she said.
“I suppose not.” I agreed.
“And what about the men that are attracted to them? If they want their women to look like little girls, should we be concerned for the safety of actual girls?” she asked.
“I’m not sure, but it’s probably only a grooming choice. Do you like men with beards or not?” I asked Wendy.
“I suppose I see your point. It just seems odd to me, that all I’m saying.” she said.
With that being said, Wendy stood and asked, “Are you ready for round two with a woman with plenty of pubic hair?”
“Sure. Are you OK to get at it again so soon?” I responded.
“Yes, I just needed to relax a bit. I’m feeling better now, let’s get going.” she said.
We collected the bags with our uneaten pastries and headed back to our rooms. Once there, we set the pastries down on the counter and headed over towards the bed.
“Let me get you hard.” Wendy said wasting no time kneeling in front of me.
Wendy took my flaccid penis into her mouth and started to suck. As my erection began to form, she stroked my shaft with one hand and cupped my scrotum in the other. After a minute or two of my sister’s attention, my penis was fully erect.
“Well, it looks like you’re ready to fuck your sister. What do you say?” she asked.
“Let the incest resume!” I replied with a flourish, my arms spread wide and penis standing at attention.
Wendy sat and wiggled herself closer to the edge of the bed, unfortunately, she was just a little bit too low for me to enter her comfortably.
“Too low?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, “I think that we may need a few pillows.
Wendy rolled over and crawled towards the bed head. Shaking her round arse and hairy pussy at me, she reached for some pillows and threw them at me. I caught the pillows and placed them to one side. She crawled back towards me and resumed her previous position with her legs spread and knees up.
I moved the escort alsancak pillows to her side and said, “Ready?”
“Yep” she said as she arched her back and thrust her hips forward.
As she did this, I slid the pillows under her hips and said, “Done.”
Wendy relaxed and lowered herself down onto the pillows.
Entering my sister for the first time after a break was always special. It was exhilarating and taboo and thrilling. I’d spoken with her openly many times about this very subject and she agreed wholeheartedly. She too enjoyed the buzz and excitement of when I first enter her. The first time my penis touched the entrance to her vagina, the slight pressure as it made its way in. This was a time to savour for both of us. The anticipation was building and we knew that our reward would arrive soon enough.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“Yes please. Let’s go.” Wendy responded.
Looking into my Sister’s eyes, with one hand I took hold of my penis and moved it gently up and down her slit. Gently parting her inner labia as I pushed slowly forward lubricating myself in the process. Once I could feel that my glans was inside my sister’s vagina, I removed my hand and used it to stabilise myself fully as I slowly penetrated her to my full depth and gradually withdrew slightly.
“Oh, that feels good!” Wendy said with a huge sigh of relief.
“I love this moment, I wish we could stay like this forever.” I replied.
“What’s not to love? Skin on skin. Sibling on sibling. We’re living the dream dear brother, living the dream!” she said.
Just then I heard the door to Richard and Wendy’s room open. At first I thought that it was housekeeping, but this was our first day so I deemed that possibility unlikely. Just as I heard the sound of the door closing, I also heard Audrey ask Richard if he knew where Wendy would be. Seconds later, Audrey appeared at the adjoining door.
“I told you that these two could not be trusted to be left alone together.” Audrey said.
“Fucking your brother again I see.” Richard scolded his wife as he appeared behind Audrey.
“You two are nothing but filthy disgusting degenerate perverts!” Audrey said in mock disgust.
“We’ve just got started, but you’re welcome to join us,” I said still looking into Wendy’s eyes as I thrust in once more.
“Yes please!” I heard Richard say.
“I thought that you’d never ask.” replied Audrey gleefully as she walked over and put her arm around my waist already naked.
It turned out that Audrey, and a number of the other guests, had stripped off on the bus as soon as they had left the public road and turned onto the private road leading to the resort. Richard had removed his shirt, but left his shorts on the for remainder of the bus ride.
Audrey eagerly watched me thrust in and out of Wendy for a while before saying, “She sounds very wet.”
“I am.” Wendy started, “I had the best orgasm earlier and I just sucked him hard again after we had a break for pastries.”
“Well done sweety!” Audrey said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Hang on a sec, did you say pastries?” Audrey then asked.
“Over here.” Richard said followed by the rustling of paper.
“Why are you back so soon?” Wendy asked looking at Audrey as I continued to thrust slowly and gently.
“Well, when we told the bus driver what we were after, she said that her daughter was the local pharmacist.” answered Audrey with a mouth half full of croissant.
“She told us to stay on the bus and she drove us directly to her daughter’s shop before it closed for the evening.” Richard added.
“She had everything that we needed and we got back onto the bus and rode back to the resort with a handful of other guests. Job done.” said Audrey concluding their tale.
“Are you feeling any better dear? Wendy asked Richard.
“Yes, much better. The headache’s all but vanished and my stomach has settled considerably.” Richard responded.
“What was town like?” Wendy asked looking over to Audrey.
“We didn’t see too much, but there was a market, some clothing shops and bars and restaurants, just your typical tourist town I guess.” replied Audrey placing her half-eaten croissant on the counter.
“There will be time enough for chit chat later Wendy.” Audrey started, “Richard and I have some catching up to do.”
With that, Audrey launched herself at Richard’s enormous appendage and started sucking for dear life. Richard just stood there licking the cream from his chocolate éclair, resigned to the fact that my wife was going after a different kind of cream. Wendy and I made eye contact again and held it as I continued to gently thrust.
After several wonderful minutes of watching my sister’s body respond to my rhythmic movements, out of the corner of my eye some movement caught my attention. Audrey had turned her back on Richard and had bent over with her hands on the bed. Richard stood behind her with his enormous erection ready to be plunged deep into my wife’s vagina.
I looked back at Wendy and made a jerking head motion towards Audrey and Richard. Turning back to watch, the look on Audrey’s face was priceless as Richard entered her from behind. As with Wendy and I, it had been quite some time since Audrey and Richard had any quality ‘adult’ super fun time together. Audrey’s face was contorted with a cross between anticipated ecstasy and extreme discomfort of having to accommodate Richard inside her.