Chapter 6

Posted: October 26, 2006 - 08:17:08 pm

I woke up in Brian's arms again. It was Saturday, the morning after our day at Discovery Cove and the night at the twenty and under club. I decided his arms were where I wanted to wake up every morning. I propped myself up on my elbow and look down at my sleeping brother. He was so handsome and so sweetly loving to me, it took my breath away. If what I was feeling was the result of touching the fertility idol, I owed Ripley's a big thank you. I hopped out of bed and showered; while I was in the shower, I made sure to shave my legs and bikini area closely. By the time I was finished, my little muffin was nearly naked. If Brian wanted a repeat performance of last night, I was going to make it easy for him.

I woke Brian up at seven so we could get dressed. Today was beach day; mom and dad were going to tour the Kennedy Space Center while Brian and I lazed around at a beach called Playa Linda. Brian and I were taking mom's car as soon as we arrived at the Space Center and pick them up as soon as mom called me. Playa Linda was part of Cape Canaveral; it was called the Canaveral National Seashore. Dad said it had twenty-four miles of undeveloped beach, the largest undeveloped beachfront on the east coast. I knew Playa Linda meant 'beautiful beach' because I'd taken two years of Spanish.

We ate a quick breakfast and were out of the hotel by eight. As we were driving along International Drive headed for the toll road to the beaches, we saw a sign for Ron Jon's Surf Shop. All the way down the interstate from Iowa we had been seeing Ron Jon billboards so we were all up for stopping in to check the place out. They had a ton of surfer stuff in there, but better yet; they had rack after rack of bathing suits. Mom and I were wending our way through the selections when mom stopped and pulled out a couple of suits. The suits were bikinis in a terrific looking flowered print. Mom called the sales girl over to ask about them.

"These are very popular suits right now," the girl explained, "because they are convertible. If you fasten the sides of the bottoms to these small hooks it is a regular bikini, but if you unfasten them and pull the material to the next hook it's a thong. We like them because it avoids problems at the beaches where thongs aren't allowed. The cups work the same way, slide the bottoms on the string to control how much of the goods you want to show."

Mom looked at the suits for a second then turned towards me.

"I'll get one if you will," she said.

I stood there slack jawed, but I nodded yes.

"Goody, Barry is going to love me in this. I wonder how much he is going to want me to show? He really, really loves my butt." Then mom blushed, leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I know you and Brian must think we've gone crazy, but I swear, your father and I are insatiable lately. We have always had a wonderfully loving relationship and what I thought was a good love life. Now we suddenly have a great love life. If you find a guy even half the man your father is, you better snatch him up."

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her I'd found that very guy; in fact he had exactly half of daddy's genes. Instead I nodded again and hugged her. I was really happy for her and daddy, even if the thought of them going at it like crazed chinchillas was a little unsettling.

Mom bought us the suits, and on a whim, I went into the dressing room and changed into mine. I had been wearing my other suit, the one that Shelly Ribano helped me pick out, under my shorts and top. I stripped and put the new suit on, checking myself in the full-length dressing room mirror. It worked just as advertised. If I thought the suit Shelly picked out was racy, then this new one was positively scandalous. Brian was going to love it! Like mom I wondered how much he'd want me to show in it. I found out later that he wanted me to show a lot.

It took us a little over an hour to make it to the Space Center. Dad parked the car in back, and we did a Chinese fire drill as everyone bailed out of the car and Brian and I dove into the front seats. We went back out the road that led to the space center, turning north at the U.S. 1 exit. After reaching the city of Titusville, we saw a sign for the Canaveral National Seashore and Playa Linda exit. We took the bridge across the Indian River, headed for the barrier island on the Atlantic coast. We turned onto a beach access road, and began looking for a place to park. Everybody must have decided to go to the beach this day, because every parking lot we drove by was full to overflowing. We finally reached the end of the beach access road and the last parking lot. We were in luck, because this parking lot still had a few vacant spots. We grabbed our towels, cooler and beach bag, then walked across the wooden walkway over the dunes.

No one here knew us, so we could hold hands and be a couple. The beach wasn't really crowded, but we wanted more privacy, so we started walking north. We hadn't walked a hundred yards before we saw a good-looking woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties, sitting under a large beach umbrella. She was wearing a big pair of sunglasses, a straw hat and absolutely nothing else. Brian and I stopped in surprise and just gawked at her. The woman pulled her sunglasses down on her nose and looked at us over the top of them.

"This is a clothing optional beach, kids, you might want to go the other direction," she said.

Brian regained his wits first and answered her.

"It's too crowded back that way and we wanted to be alone. Will we get in trouble for being here?"

"Probably not," she said, "but it's bad form to stare."

Brian put on the charm that he usually reserved for our mother, and gave the woman a boyish grin.

"Excuse me, but I wasn't staring, I was admiring. Next to Britney, you are the prettiest woman on the beach."

The woman gave a throaty chuckle and looked over at me. Brian hadn't lied about her being pretty. In addition, she had a very nice body with big firm breasts that rode high and proud on her chest. With a body like that, no wonder she sunbathed nude.

"He's a keeper, is he always that sweet?"

I nodded. "Always," I said emphatically.

The woman chuckled again at the adoration in my voice.

"Young love, there is nothing like it is there? My name is Kathy; you two are welcome to share my umbrella if you want. It is going to be a scorcher today, and you don't want sunburns to ruin your vacation."

At a nod from Brian, I introduced us to Kathy by our first names and accepted her offer. We laid out our beach towels next to her, and put our cooler under her umbrella. Brian shucked off his t-shirt and surfer shorts, revealing the red, white and blue Speedo I loved to see him in. I looked from him to Kathy; she was staring at him raptly. She saw me looking and gave me a friendly wink.

Brian stood there for a moment, his eyes going back and forth between Kathy and me, as though he were trying to come to a decision. Then he asked Kathy a question that completely took me by surprise.

"Would it bother you if I took these off? I skinny dip at my grandfather's farm all the time."

Kathy flashed him a big smile, and answered, "Not at all! This is, after all, a nude beach!"

Without further hesitation, Brian tucked his thumbs into his Speedo and pulled them down his legs.

Kathy gave an approving whistle at my nude brother, and I felt a pang of jealousy. Turning to me with an arched eyebrow, it was obvious that she wanted to see if I would join them in their nudity.

I forced a smile and began to disrobe. First came the top and shorts. Brian whistled his approval at my new suit and Kathy nodded her agreement. That was the easy part, now came the real test.

I closed my eyes and forged ahead, reaching behind my back and untying my bikini top. With my heart in my throat, I pulled it away, freeing my breasts for the first time in public. It helped that Brian had broken the ice by getting naked first. As I stood there in all my glory, it occurred to me that this was Brian's plan all along; the only reason he had stripped was to get me to do the same.

Both Brian and Kathy applauded and whistled as my breasts came into view. Kathy even lowered her shades for a better look. Her frank unwavering gaze made me wonder if perhaps she swung both ways sexually. That thought gave me an oddly erotic little twinge and my nipples perked right up.

They both watched expectantly, waiting to see if I would take the final step and remove my bikini bottoms, but I wasn't ready to go completely naked, and told them so. Brian argued that if he could go completely nude, why shouldn't I. Kathy came to my defense, telling Brian that he shouldn't pressure me. Then turning to me, she offered some advice.

"Those are very nice," Kathy said, "but you better get some sunscreen on them, especially your nipples."

Brian gleefully grabbed the sunscreen. "Down boy," I said, as Kathy and I both laughed. "I think this is one job I'd better do myself."

It was another of those mysterious genetic quirks that I was very fair complexioned and burned easily, while Brian tanned dark as a nut. Daddy said Brian took after Grammy Wagner, who was of Mediterranean descent. Whatever, I was soon liberally coated with SPF-30 and Brian had managed to get himself a big hard-on while molesting me in the process. I whacked Brian on the arm when he offered to rub tanning lotion on Kathy. She laughed and pointed to his erection, and with a smirk said, "I'm just fine, thank you, but somebody better put some sunscreen on that big tool of yours, or your girlfriend won't be getting any tonight!"

My rascally brother was quick with an equally racy comment. Holding out the bottle of lotion to Kathy, he asked, "Are you volunteering?"

I was afraid Kathy just might accept his dare, so before that could happen, I snatched the lotion from Brian, squeezed some into the palm of my hand, and proceeded to rub it all over his shaft and scrotum, much to the chagrin of Brian and amusement of Kathy. I must have overdone the rubbing, for when I attempted to release his erection, Brian pleaded with me to continue.

When Kathy saw that I intended to masturbate him, she looked around quickly and cautioned us to use some discretion.

"If you're going to jack him off here, use a towel to hide what you're doing. We naturists have enough hassles from the local sheriff, without somebody complaining they saw one of us having sex."

I grabbed a towel and draped it over Brian's hips, concealing his erect shaft from any passersby. I then slipped my hand underneath, and proceeded to stroke my brother until I felt his manhood throb and pulse from his climax.

After relaxing with Kathy for a while, we slipped out from under her umbrella, and walked up the beach holding hands and talking. We were both giddy at being able to show our affection in public. It was there on the beach that we declared our eternal love for one another. Brian started it by pulling me up against him, his hands on my hips, my arms loosely around his neck.

"Britney Anne Wagner, I have been in love with you since I was twelve and I plan on being in love with you when I'm one hundred and twelve," he said.

I looked up into his eyes and a shiver ran through me. I realized that another hundred years being with him might just start being enough. The thought of us being together forever brought tears to my eyes. Brian mistook my tears for something else; he looked hurt as he gently held me.

"I'm sorry Brit, I didn't mean to make you cry," he said huskily.

I smiled at him and then hugged him tight. "I'm crying because I'm so happy, you dummy. Everything you said was exactly what I wanted to hear."

He pushed me back so he could look into my eyes again. I guess he saw I was serious because he kissed me right in the middle of the beach, as if we'd been apart for a year. By the time his lips left mine, all that kept me from falling was his arms around me. I think I actually floated along side him as we strolled down to the water, because I can't remember my feet touching the ground.

We splashed around in the surprisingly warm ocean for about twenty minutes, taking plenty of opportunity to kiss and touch each other. We were wrestling around, trying to dunk each other, when my bikini bottom came unfastened. I shrieked in embarrassment as Brian laughed and grabbed my thong.

"Leave it off, Brit, this is a nude beach and you are the prettiest girl on it."

"I don't think so Brian, I'll be mortified showing myself off like that," I said as I used both hands to cover my pubic mound.

His eager smile faded as he handed me back the bottom to my suit.

"Okay, I don't want to embarrass you; I just like the idea of showing you off a little. I guess that's because I think you are so beautiful and I am so proud that you are here with me."

Brian seemed to always know exactly what to say to me to make me feel special. I didn't doubt the sincerity of his praise in the slightest. I gave him a hesitant smile and dropped my hands.

"I'll try it for you Bro, but if I get uncomfortable I'm going to put it back on, okay?"

That my brother was proud of my body thrilled me beyond reason and his pride in it made me feel the same way. Soon, we were strolling down the beach, with me brazenly flaunting myself. A week ago I would have died of embarrassment if someone even caught a glimpse of my naked body, now I was strutting along with my shoulders back, basking in the admiration and pride of the man I loved.

When we returned to Kathy's umbrella, we noticed a surfboard lying in the sand nearby.

"Hey Kathy," Brian asked, "is that your surfboard?"

"No, it belongs to my boyfriend."

"So, where is your boyfriend now?" Brian asked.

"Oh, he went for a jog up the beach, you guys probably passed each other as you returned from your walk."

I again glanced over at Brian. I did recall that a really buff-looking guy jogged past us as we were headed back to Kathy's umbrella. I had suppressed a giggle, when I saw how his flaccid cock swung back and forth as he ran up the beach. If that hunk was Kathy's boyfriend, she definitely had a keeper.

We had just gotten comfortable, when Kathy's boyfriend made his appearance. We all stood up, and Kathy introduced us to Randy. As he took my hand in his, his penetrating gray eyes gave me a quick once-over, pausing briefly at my breasts and then down to my little bush. I suddenly felt very naked before this handsome man, (well duh... that's because I was very naked) and I felt my nether region begin to tingle.

When Randy turned to shake my brother's hand, I took the opportunity to do a survey of my own. Like I said earlier, Randy was a hunk. He stood about six feet tall, sandy blond hair, and gray eyes set in a ruggedly handsome face. Like my brother, he had a swimmer's physique, broad shoulders, muscular arms, legs, and chest. My eyes fell to his manhood; his circumcised penis lay draped over his scrotum, nestled in a thick forest of sandy blond hair. I looked over at Brian's penis and back at Randy's, comparing the two. I had no idea how large Randy's organ would be when erect, but in its flaccid state, it was no bigger than Brian's, and that assessment pleased me.

Just like I had noticed with Kathy, I couldn't see any hint of tan lines. Randy's small, tight butt was just as bronze as the rest of him. These two obviously spent a lot of time nude sunbathing. I was suddenly pulled out of my musings by something Randy asked Brian.

"So... are you two from around here?"

"Oh no, we're on vacation from Iowa."

"Gosh, that's a long way to travel by yourselves." Randy exclaimed.

"We came with our mother and father."

It took a moment for Brian to realize just how badly he'd blown it. The surprised reaction of Kathy and Randy tipped him off, and then he just stood there with that classic deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression. He stammered for a moment, trying to explain that wasn't what he meant to say, but the damage was done. We had let Kathy assume that we were just boyfriend and girlfriend, but now our secret had just been exposed. I braced for the condemnation I was sure would follow, but it never came. Instead, after whispering something into Randy's ear and getting a nod from him, Kathy actually turned to me and smiled.

"Well now... it looks like you and I have something in common... we both love our brothers in a special way."

It suddenly dawned on me what this was all about. I should have suspected it, because of the similarities in their features.

"Kathy, are you trying to tell us that Randy really isn't your boyfriend?"

"He's much more than that to me... Randy is my lover and my soulmate... he just happens to also be my brother. We consider ourselves to be husband and wife, even though we can't legally marry each other."

I couldn't have said it better myself. Kathy's words of love and devotion for Randy were a mirror image of the feelings I now had for Brian.

The next hour passed by in a blur for Brian and me. We had so many questions for our new friends. Kathy told us all about how she initiated a sexual relationship with her older brother, Randy, when she was a few months shy of turning thirteen. They both told us how this relationship had continued throughout their teenage years, and how they avoided being caught by their parents.

They told us that after finishing college, Randy had moved to Central Florida and found a good job with an aerospace contractor. When Kathy was ready for college, she talked her parents into letting her attend the University of Central Florida. What sealed the deal was that she could live with her brother for free, thus saving her parents a bundle. It was the perfect arrangement for everyone, especially the incestuous siblings.

Once Kathy had finished college, she landed a job in the area, so naturally, brother and sister continued to live together. Hearing their story, and how they had been lovers for the past twelve years, gave Brian and I a new sense of hope and inspiration for our budding relationship. (See "Kathy and Randy: As Told to the Purvv" to read their true story.)

When Kathy and Randy learned that Brian and I had only begun our sexual relationship a few days ago, they teasingly called us "newlyweds," and our Florida vacation a "honeymoon." I exchanged knowing looks with my brother, if this was our honeymoon; we had yet to consummate our incestuous union.

The four of us were still sitting under Kathy's umbrella, when it started clouding up. Kathy looked at the sky behind us as it darkened.

"Looks like the afternoon thunderstorms are going to start early today," Kathy observed, as she wiggled into some shorts and dropped a t-shirt over her big firm mounds.

As soon as Randy had slipped on some shorts, he began folding up the towels and collapsed the umbrella. With that task out of the way, he hefted his surfboard under one arm, and the umbrella under the other, and headed for the parking area.

Brian and I put on our swimsuits. Kathy and I both giggled at Brian when he groaned theatrically at the loss of his eye candy.

"Cheer up Sport," Kathy said. "You can look at her anytime you want."

"I think it's your big boobs that he is going to miss," I said.

"You both are right. The contrast between you two makes you both even more beautiful," he replied.

Brian was talking about the differences between Kathy and I. Kathy was short, curvy, and deeply tanned, while I was tall, lithe and pale.

We managed to get our gear and the remainder of Kathy's stuff across the dunes to the parking lot in one trip, thanks to loading Brian down as if he were a pack mule. Brian bitched good-naturedly as we walked, until Kathy took his arm and pressed one of her big melons against him. I laughed and did the same thing on the other side.

While Randy strapped his surfboard to the rooftop rack, we helped Kathy pack her stuff in the back of the small SUV; when we finished, she gave both of us a lingering kiss on the lips and Randy shook our hands.

"It was a pleasure meeting you both. We'll be in the same place Wednesday afternoon, if you want to try the beach again," she said.

We agreed to try, but couldn't promise anything. By the time we made it back to mom's Expedition, it was the only vehicle in the lot. Brian had the same idea I had, as he slid into the back seat and pulled me in behind him. I guess we were both pretty worked up by then, because we were all over each other. Scared of being caught by the park rangers, we kept our clothes on as we made out. Keeping our clothes on didn't keep Brian's hands out of my bikini bottom, as he fingered me to a thundering orgasm. I lay snuggled contentedly in his arms, as he stroked my hair.

"What happened to your hymen?" he asked out of the blue.

"I ruptured it on my new mountain bike when I was thirteen and finished it off with tampons when I started having my period. Your finger, and Dr Blevins' finger and speculum, are the only things that have ever been in there."

"Don't forget my tongue," he said with a grin.

My cell phone started to ring just as I was smacking him for being fresh. It was mom calling to tell us they were back at the visitors' center, waiting for us. We drove to the visitors' center with the windows down, so the obvious aroma of my arousal would dissipate. We pulled into the parking lot of the center at three-fifteen, just as it started to rain. When I say it started to rain, I don't mean some summer rain shower; I thought we were in the middle of a hurricane for about fifteen minutes, as the rain pounded the car, lightning cracked, and thunder rumbled and boomed all around us. It scared the hell out of me to the point I was cowering under Brian's arm, as mom was doing the same with daddy. It struck me then just how close my actions with my brother mirrored hers with her husband. I definitely needed to cool that before she became suspicious.

We finally made it back to the hotel around six in the evening. While we were at dinner, mom and dad told us that they were going to attend an open house at a condo development in Daytona Beach the next evening and stay over night in one of the units. They were thinking about buying a beach side condo as an investment and vacation home. According to mom, the condos were managed, rented and maintained by the developer for a percentage of the rental price. They asked us if we wanted to go with them, but we begged off.

"We'll stay here. Maybe we can have some peace and quiet at night with you two in another county," Brian teased.

Daddy looked properly embarrassed by Brian's joke, but mom just smiled sweetly and said, "Enjoy it while you can then, because we aren't going to stop just because of your tender sensibilities."

Brian cracked up and dad smiled affectionately at her and touched her cheek. Mom grabbed his hand and kissed it before slowly engulfing his thumb between her lips. Dad pulled his hand away as I squealed, "Eeeewwwww, Mom, that is so gross!"

Before we went upstairs, I borrowed the car so Brian and I could go to the mall located about two miles from the hotel. I was so excited about us being alone tomorrow and tomorrow night that I was about to pee my pants. Brian was just as excited as me, but we managed to maintain our cool until we were in the parking lot.

"Tomorrow and tomorrow night are all ours, Baby," I gushed.

Brian nodded emphatically. "Our honeymoon," he said.

We made plans for the next day while we were at the mall. After our strategy session, we both went shopping for things we'd need the next day and evening. One of my first stops was Victoria's Secret. I looked around for twenty minutes until I found just the right outfit. We met back up right before the mall closed, and hauled our loot back to the hotel.

Once we were in our room, we stripped and took our first shower together. By the time we tumbled into bed, I was soaked between my legs. If Brian had even hinted that he wanted to move the schedule up by a day, I'd have gladly given in to him. Instead, he started kissing his way down my body again, headed for the sodden grotto between my thighs. The night before had been incredible, because everything Brian had done to me was new and marvelously erotic. Tonight was even more incredible, because I knew what to expect, and yearned for it with all my being.

Brian's technique tonight was all about extending my pleasure, as he would build me up to that plateau where I was just on the teetering verge of orgasm, then slowly let me back down. Brian's tongue felt as if it were a warm, slithering electric eel, as it seemingly found every erogenous spot on my body. It would be squirming around inside me one second and gently lapping my clit the next. His hands weren't idle while he played me; they were constantly moving too. Sometimes he would have a fingertip pressed against my g-spot and then suddenly be tweaking my aching nipples. He sent me spinning into heaven when he suddenly firmly attached his lips to my clit and lashed it with his tongue, as he pushed two fingers into my steaming sex as far as they would go.

I climaxed so strongly, all of my muscles seemed to clinch up at one time. My body arched off the bed until all that was touching the mattress was my heels and the back of my head. I screamed into the pillow I had been covering my mouth with, as wave after cataclysmic wave jerked through me. Just when I thought I couldn't get any higher, Brian sucked strongly on my clit again, pulled his finger out of my sex and sent it wriggling up my rear. My vagina seized up and I heard Brian sputter in surprise, as a stream of my viscous nectar sprayed all over his face. My body was wracked with strong aftershocks as he moved up beside me and held me as I came down. I was limp and barely conscious as he pulled me against his chest and held me as he used the bed sheet to wipe his face.

It took me five minutes or so to recover from my orgasm. As soon as I had my breath back, I climbed on top of Brian and tried to reach his tonsils with my tongue. You would think that a climax such as I just experience would have left me sated, but the reality was that it had the opposite effect. I wanted him so badly I was beside myself with lust. It was my turn to kiss my way down his body, as I was intent on making him feel as good as he had done for me. Of course, being a neophyte at love, I'd never come close to doing something like this before. I looked up at Brian's love struck eyes, as I hovered above his pulsating shaft.

"I want to do the same thing for you, Baby, but I don't know how," I said.

"I don't think there is really a wrong way, Brit, as long as you don't bite me. Why don't you experiment and I'll tell you what feels the best, okay?"

I nodded and took him gently in my hand. I loved the feel of him; the size, the smooth texture and large purple crown all made me hot. I held his shaft near the base and tentatively licked the crown as if it were a Dairy Queen swirl cone. Brian gave a little moan of pleasure and another wave of arousal washed through me. I eagerly licked it again. When I had the head and part of the shaft good and wet, I slipped my lips over the flared helmet that topped his beautiful stalk. The taste of his precum was driving me crazy, so I slipped one hand down to play with myself, as I happily sucked and licked on him. Brian noticed me dancing on my fingers.

"Uh-uh, that's my job," he said.

I mewed in disappointment when he pulled out of my mouth, until he quickly spun me around until I was lying on top of him, head to toe. I saw what he wanted, and straddled his face with my dripping little bald mound. Oh gosh, I was in heaven with his hard penis in my mouth and his insistent tongue in my vagina. We discovered that we were both the perfect height for the sixty-nine he had in mind. We had been at it only three or four minutes, when Brian pulled his lips off my clit and warned me he was about to spend. I held on tight with my lips, as his shaft started pulsing and firing his thick cream into my mouth. As soon as the first huge spurt rolled across my taste buds, it triggered my own orgasm. My hips were going crazy on his face, but I was able to keep my mouth on him and drain him completely dry.

As he started to wilt in my mouth, I redoubled my suction and brought him to full hardness again. I spun around so that I was kneeling between his thighs, never taking my mouth off him. The second time I worked on him, Brian actually started giving me instructions. I was very happy doing every little thing he suggested, because bringing him pleasure brought pleasure to me. It took longer to bring him off the second time, but I enjoyed every minute I slaved over his beautiful dick. It was a testament to our strong bond that I came when he did, even though neither of us was touching me.

I crawled back up the bed and snuggled up against him after I made sure he was thoroughly clean down there. I could still taste him as he brought my mouth down to his for a kiss. I was surprised and pleased that he would kiss me after what I'd just done. I also absolutely loved the taste and texture of his semen. I fell asleep with a smile at the thought that, even as we slept, his magnificent body was busy making more for me.
Joe J & Wet Dream-Girl
Chapter 7