Meanwhile, I was kicking off my sneakers and pulling off my socks. As I rose up and reached for my belt buckle, I looked at Mandy. I almost couldn't breathe. She stood there stark naked, looking at me with a gentle but expectant smile on her face.
"Mandy, you're--you're beautiful!" And she was. She is. Pale skin with just a hint of a light golden tan, high, full breasts with small pink nipples--now sticking out just a bit--shading a slender belly and waist, her hips nicely rounded but not too wide, shapely legs. And a slender blonde landing strip of hair on her pubic mound pointing to the slit between her legs.
Mandy blushed at my reaction, and I felt a flutter in my stomach and a slight swelling sensation in my penis--probably inappropriate in the circumstances. I didn't really pause more than a second, though, and I lowered my Dockers and boxer briefs in the same motion. When I'd stepped out of them, I stood upright.
"Well, you're not too bad, yourself, Allan," she responded with a nervous laugh in her voice. I actually felt my face blush, which isn't surprising given that my naked and very sexy sister was looking at my naked body in the living room of my house. I know I was smiling, but inwardly I was clenching my teeth and trying to suppress my body's reaction to my sister's naked beauty and to this new situation.
I wasn't entirely successful at holding down my erection, and I was chagrined to see Mandy's eyes widen slightly as her gaze focused on my growing penis.
"This feels just a little strange," I groaned. "I'm sorry I'm getting hard in front of my own sister."
"Hey, Bro," she said, turning away to pick up her clothing. "I'm flattered, and really, I'd probably feel hurt if you hadn't reacted at all."
I thought she was going to get dressed immediately, but instead she simply folded her tank top and laid it on the arm of the sofa and started folding up her other clothes, too.
"But get control of it, Allan, or you won't be good company at Palisades Haven."
The rest of the evening went by fairly quickly. And in truth it didn't take me long to get control of my package. We heated up some leftover barbecue I had in the fridge, tossed a salad, and enjoyed a nice naked brother-sister sit-down meal, and by the time that was done and we'd done the dishes--without any further trouble from Little Willie--I felt perfectly comfortable lounging around in the nude with my sister. Well, almost perfectly comfortable.
The next two weeks went on in their usual way, both of us working a little extra so we could enjoy the long weekend away. Mandy's a dermatology nurse, and maybe that explains why she's so comfortable with bare skin. She's managed to stay free of Covid-19 because she works in a small clinic, and they could easily limit contact with potentially ill patients. I'm a technical writer for a medium-sized manufacturing company, and have mostly been working from home since the pandemic started, anyway. We've both had our shots and the booster, too. So a few extra hours here and there, and finishing up a few details for others to take on, meant that I didn't have to be home until Tuesday or Wednesday. Mandy had worked out the same schedule. So when that Friday rolled around, we were both a bit tired, but raring to go.
I confess that when Mandy pulled up in her fancy new Tesla, I was feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing. I mean, I do like being naked, and even though I didn't tell her this, I sometimes hang out naked in my little two-bedroom, myself. But I'd never been to a nudist place, and certainly not with my sister. Our parents would be rolling over in their graves at the idea. At least, that's what I thought.
It was a bright, sunny day as we drove west and south, enjoying the Kansas wheat country and dry-land farming operations. Both of us, it turns out, like to drive, so I got a chance to try out Mandy's Tesla for the first time.
Even though we live in the same town, we hadn't really spent a lot of time together as adults, so it was a treat getting caught up and getting to know my adult sibling a bit better. Since Mandy is a nurse, she isn't bothered by lots of things that bother other people. Since she's in dermatology, she sees lots of skin, and she has a raunchy sense of humor. I found that I like her a lot. By the time we'd been on the road for several hours, I felt right at home with her; even more than I ever had while we were growing up.
Lunch was at a little roadside diner somewhere in southern Colorado, and I don't know if it was a mistake or not, but I ordered a bowl of their green chili con carne. Man, was it hot. Mandy had a tamale platter, which she said was pretty hot, too. We took advantage of the Tesla-recharging station at the gas station-convenience store across the road, and gasped and laughed our way through lunch.
With the car all charged up, our bellies full and our bladders empty, we resumed our journey. I had decided to wear my utility kilt (going "regimental" underneath) and a black Standing Rock t-shirt--both of which drew a look or two when we stopped. Mandy had on a pair of baggy shorts and a kind of light, baggy smock. Since we had no reason to stop anywhere before we got to the nudist place--Palisades Haven, she said it was called--and since I was driving at the time, Mandy looked over at me for a minute, then pulled her top over her head and tossed it into the back seat. Her shorts followed right after, and I was driving along with a beautiful naked blonde next to me in the car. A beautiful naked blonde who is my sister. An odd twist on a male fantasy.
Finally, turning off the highway south and west of Raton, New Mexico, we left a trail of dust behind us up a winding dirt road that took us over and around a few ridges and came to a stop at a gate on a private road. There was an intercom box there, and a small sign saying, "Palisades Haven: Hope you brought your sunscreen!" I uttered the mysterious and correct Words of Entry that Mandy gave me, and we watched the gate swing open. I confess that I was feeling nervous again. But my naked sister was clearly getting excited. She was leaning forward in the car seat with her hands clenched in her lap, and she was commenting unnecessarily on the beauty of the aspens and pines and rocky hoodoos.
Around another bend, we came to some low log and adobe buildings and another gate. Standing at the gate was a tanned and freckled and very nude older gentleman with a bit of a belly, who gave us a friendly welcome. He had a big smile for Mandy when he saw that she was already naked.
"Howdy, friends! I hope y'all had a nice drive! Welcome to Palisades Haven! Come on in and finish your registration."
We parked the car in front of the office, and as we were clambering out, Mandy grabbed my arm and whispered, "By the way, I can't remember if I gave both names, so you might be Donald, if that's what they have." Great, I thought. Now I'm posing as her boyfriend. But I guess that would have been obvious.
Indoors, a young woman wearing only a light scarf over her shoulders said, "Buenos tardes, amigas," and had Mandy fill out the registration she'd started online from back home. The receptionist was pleasingly plump but not fat, and her brown skin was clearly darker than it might have been if she wasn't working at a nudist resort. She had a wide smile and dark, dark hair that hung beyond her shoulders. Introducing herself as Maria Celeste, she indicated the older man and said, "This is Rusty, who is our gardener and maintenance chief."
We gave each other elbow-bumps and said hello. Maria Celeste gave us a hand-drawn map showing which cabin was to be ours, pointed out the swimming pool, the soaking pool, the hot tub, the bathhouse, the playing fields, and the cafe and bar. "We don't have keys here, since there's really no way to put them in our pockets. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. And, since you're new, remember to carry a towel with you so you can sit on it. Quiet hours are from 10 PM to 7 AM. I hope you enjoy your stay. You can always ask questions here if you have any."
I drove the car down to our cabin, which was made with the bottom half adobe or stucco and the top half logs; we carried our small bags into the nice, cool interior--and it was only then that I thought about the fact that there was only a single queen-sized bed in the bedroom.
"Hmm, I guess I'll be sleeping on the sofa," I concluded.
"Nonsense, Bro, we'll be okay sleeping in the same bed. I'm your sister!" She swatted my cloth-covered butt and said, "The sooner you get out of those clothes and get used to being naked, the better." As she headed back into the small living room she said, "Let's walk around a bit before dinner."
So it wasn't long before I picked up my towel, girded my naked loins, and stepped outside in a non-private place without a stitch of clothing on. I have to say that it felt great. Sure, I was a little conscious of my penis flopping around as I walked, but within minutes--seconds, even--I found I was pretty comfortable. Then my equally naked and beautiful sister took my hand as we walked along.
"I'm so glad you decided to come, Allan. See? It's nice to be naked."
"Uh-huh, it's nice," said with a tentative smile. She glanced over at me and looked down.
