Young Nephew - Sex Stories

Young Nephew

... now the recurring object of his conscious and u*********s thoughts. Doris overslept the next morning, and awoke to find a message waiting for her from her s****r. Grace, her husband Michel, and Tristan would be spending the day at the beach, and she was invited to join them. Despite the white sand beaches and turquoise waters just a short stroll from their suites, the offer gave Doris a brief pause. Vera was home to probably the most famous clothing-optional beaches in all of Europe, if not the world, and their particular stretch of it was no exception. She knew Grace and her f****y had always been rather liberal-minded when it came to communal, nude-sunbathing, hence the appeal of a place like Vera where it was so common. And although the thought of an 'unveiled' Tristan was enough to render her a little short of breath, at fifty-eight, she didn't know whether she herself could (or should) pull it off with dignity. Had she not been in Vera, or even Europe in general, Doris would have worn a more modest one-piece, especially since a one-piece would draw slightly less attention to her large breasts. Instead, and as a compromise, she slipped on a relatively daring (for her, at least) white bikini, covered herself from the waist down in a semi-sheer sarong to draw attention away from her bigger behind, put of a big, floppy hat, and headed off to join the group. When she got there, she was somewhat chagrinned to discover her s****r and her husband lying on a blanket under a ...

... large sun umbrella completely nude. Indeed, looking around, she was hard pressed to spot anyone wearing more than a bikini bottom. Being mid-Summer, like her, the pair of them was quite tanned already. Michael, also in his late fifties, and Grace a few years younger, both retained attractive bodies. Grace was certainly smaller-chested than Doris, perhaps a D cup, but obviously quite fit. Doris observed that Michel was slightly larger than average in terms of endowment, and quite thick, and she thought her s****r a lucky woman. The two s****rs began chatting under the intense but dry sun, and after not too much effort, Grace convinced Doris to remove her bikini top. She had to admit it felt deliciously freeing to be topless; and though she had planned to go no further and leave her string bikini bottoms on for modesty's sake, she decided to throw caution and North American attitudes about nudity to the wind. She was grateful for having had the prescience to trim her bikini line before leaving for Europe, and the sun and warm air felt marvellous between her legs. Trying to appear disinterested, Doris asked Grace where Tristan was. Her s****r pointed to the water. Squinting, Doris could just make out her nephew, shoulder-deep in the water. She also couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be chatting amiably with two women who couldn't have been much younger than she was. Her nephew's presence at the beach that day -- and Grace and Michel's, too -- was both exciting and slightly ...