A Resort For Families

Arrival

Alexa made a beeline for the small villa she and her younger brother, Chris, would be sharing for the week-long family vacation. Even though she and Chris could have afforded their own spaces, Uncle Mark insisted that the lone sibling set share the space. His argument was two-fold: all the "older folks" were crammed into a single villa (he failed to mention it was large enough for 12 people) and since it's such a small resort, they should be courteous to other guests. He paid for everything so she quit arguing months ago and just went with it; a free trip is a free trip she concluded. Chris couldn't care less either way. He was relieved to get away after his first startup failed finally. It didn't just fail, it went down in such a blaze he sold his NYC apartment and moved back home.

Chris followed Alexa into their villa, which shared a courtyard with the rest of the small resort, and looked around, "Uncle Mark may be a bit eccentric, but at least he can pick out a good resort." He dropped his backpack on the black leather sectional and then walked to the only bedroom, "Someone could have at least warned us that there's only one bed" He said, annoyed at the predicament.

"I don't mind sharing," Alexa teased him, "but we can swap nights if the couch is super uncomfortable."

Chris plopped onto the couch and then laid back, "Actually, this is super nice. I'm good out here." He slid off his sandals and propped his feet up on the ottoman. "I wonder how Uncle Mark even found this place."

Alexa poked her head from the bedroom, "Who knows, he's always got weird stories about the places he's visited. How much time did they say until we were meeting for dinner?"

"I think Mom said to be in the courtyard around 6:30. I would say we could text her but still no service. And this place is 'too remote' so iMessage is out of the equation."

"Fuck. I forgot about that."

Chris looked at the clock; they had an hour to kill before meeting up with the rest of the crew. "I'm gonna go venture around and see what this place is all about."

--

The hot and humid tropics relegated Chris to shorts and a t-shirt as he made his way through the resort. Palm trees and large gardens covered the grounds making it seem more like a labyrinth than anything else. Uncle Mark made it clear that it was a "small" resort but the fact he hadn't even seen a maintenance worker or landscaper struck him as odd. When he did see other vacationers, they were nude. The first couple he saw were older, close to the same age as his parents, sunbathing in a small pasture a five-minute walk from the residential area. While initially taken aback, he justified it by the heat, the general isolation, and the lack of other guests. He didn't envision himself taking part but to each their own.

Continuing to explore, he occasionally saw other couples and groups lounging about or socializing with each other. One thing stood out to him each time he passed a group; they were all nude. He glanced at his watch and realized he still had about 30 minutes to kill and made his way to the tiki bar. As he cleared the tree line back to the main area, he froze. Facing him, his normally incredibly conservative parents stood there naked as the day they were born laughing, joking, and enjoying a drink with the couple he saw sunbathing earlier. Like a kid all over again, he turned beet red in embarrassment and disgust and walked as fast as he could back to the villa he shared with his sister. His mind was reeling, there was no way they were staying at a nudist resort. And as a family. No fucking way.

--

Alexa unpacked her suitcase while Chris explored the area. Surely if anything was interesting he would let her know. It didn't take much time, but the modest closet soon had little room for the complementary ironing board courtesy of her overpacking. Oh well, she thought, better to be over-prepared than under. When her parents told her of Uncle Mark and Aunt Jenny's plan to pay for an all-inclusive family vacation in the tropics, she immediately decided on a new line of loose and flowing dresses. One weekend and nearly $2000 later, she had more dresses than she knew what to do with. The plan was to take as many as she could fit and those that got her a free drink stayed and everything else got returned.

She thumbed through the dresses trying to decide what to wear for the evening before settling on an emerald sundress that she thought complimented her tanned complexion and hugged her pear figure in just the right places. Growing up, she hated her figure, guys always wanted a girl with big tits, not a big ass. It wasn't until her mid-20s that she accepted her figure and embraced her "childbearing hips." Hooking her thumbs into her jean shorts, she wriggled them down, her butt jiggling with each shimmy. She stepped out of them and then removed her t-shirt. Folding each item up, she placed them in a corner and then added her bra to the pile. She grabbed her softball-sized breasts as they fell free and gave them a slight massage, "Oh thank god. Finally able to let these guys breathe. No way I'm wearing a bra this week."

Alexa slid the dress over her head, allowing the flared bottom to fall into place. She smoothed out any traveling wrinkles and then gave a quick spin in the mirror. The moment she turned, the dress clung to her legs, making her panty line plain as day. She furrowed her brow in annoyance and quickly added the panties to her dirty laundry pile. Making her way across the room to the dresser, she debated her options. She ultimately decided to go with a black lace thong that she hoped would be small enough to not show. Another quick spin in the mirror confirms her theory as she walks into the living room to relax until 6:30.

No sooner did she sit down than Chris barreled into the villa. Clearly in his own world, he completely ignored Alexa on the couch and went straight to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror before splashing water on his face, mumbling to himself. Confused, Alexa followed him into the bathroom to figure out what was going on.

"No way. It wasn't them," Chris muttered, drying his face off with a handle towel.

"Wasn't who?" Alexa asked, getting more confused by the moment with his incoherent ramblings.

"Mom...Dad...everyone...naked" Chris responded, catching his breath.

Alexa looked incredulous at his assertion, "Nope, not even a fucking chance."

Chris pushed by her and sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm being serious. Everyone was fucking naked. Like I got it with the first group I saw. It's hot, it's the tropic, let's do some nude sunbathing. That makes total sense."

Alexa nodded along, agreeing that he could have seen some naked people, but not their parents.

"Then, I went to the Tiki Bar and BOOM. Mom and Dad, wearing nothing but hats and sandals. And everyone else there too. Not a stitch of clothing."

Alexa lost it and started laughing at him, "OK, you had me believing you for a moment, but Mom and Dad are out of the question."

"I'm fucking serious Alexa. Uncle Mark booked us a family vacation at a fucking nudist resort."

She shook her head, "Are you even hearing yourself right now? That's fucking crazy. Yeah, we are in the tropics, people are gonna walk around nude, but not our parents. And you'll see at dinner, when we walk out of those doors Mom, Dad, Uncle Mark, Ethan, Aunt Jenny and Sarah are all going to be clothed like normal fucking people."

After what felt like an eternity, Alexa finally convinced her brother that he didn't see their parents naked. The likelihood of Uncle Mark booking a family vacation at a nudist resort was preposterous. He nodded, realizing how ridiculous his idea was. She was right, even if Uncle Mark did try something like that, no way would his parents fall for it. Mom was way too much of a stickler when it came to planning to let something like that go unnoticed.

He stood up and sighed, "Fine, you're right. I must have just imagined it." He glanced at the clock, "Let's go to dinner and put this to bed."

Just as Alexa predicted, when they walked out of the villa and into the courtyard everyone was fully clothed. The women all opted for floral sundresses and strappy sandals and the men sported khaki shorts and short-sleeved button-downs. Chris looked at Alexa, who spied him out of the corner of her eye with a knowing grin.

--

Chris' mind still reeled from his earlier exploration. Alexa was right though, at least that's what the logical part of his brain told him. Something still didn't sit right with him though. Why had she been so adamant that he was wrong, not even an "Oh you're crazy" but a full-throated denial? Did she know? Was she part of it? Chris couldn't even focus on dinner.

He picked at his steak while the rest of his family joked and cajoled each other over the sleeping and travel arrangements. It wasn't until Uncle Ethan snapped him out of his daze.

"So Chris, you gonna join us tonight!" He asked Chris.

"Huh? What?" Chris missed the question but was brought to reality when hearing his name.

"Going to the resort club/bar. Are you gonna join us? They're hosting a costume party. They have masks, costumes, and everything already. It's part of the 'resort fee.'"

"Uhh, sure. I guess. Is everyone going?" He asked, realizing he missed the entire conversation.

The rest of them laughed before Aunt Jenny broke the laughter, "Yes, dear. We are all going. It should be a lot of fun."

Uncle Mark chimed in, "Yeah, they said it's themed. Not sure what the theme is, but like Ethan said, the resort took care of everything."

"They better consider what they charged for the week." Aunt Jenny quipped. This drew another round of laughter from everyone except Chris, who managed a slight grin.

The group carried on for an hour after dinner, sharing several bottles of wine and various stories from childhood. At this point, Alexa had nothing to contribute to the conversation and didn't care to hear her elders' sordid youth. She must have heard each of these stories a dozen times throughout her adult life.

She took a long swig from her glass and looked over at Chris, who had returned to somewhat of a normal mood after a few glasses of wine. "So are you up for this party they keep talking about?"

He shrugged, "I guess so. I mean what else is there to do in the middle of a private jungle? No cell service, no wi-fi, no TV."

Alexa chuckled, "Well, when you put it like that it sounds like there isn't a choice."

"I'm also going to hope there are some people here that aren't our parent's age to spend some time with."

Alexa rolled her eyes, "Is that all you ever think about fucking and finance?"

Chris laughed, "Pretty much. A previous angel investor did say I have a silver tongue."

He received a playful shoulder punch after that one, "That's gross. You're my brother, I'm not trying to hear about you going down on someone."

As the only sibling set for their generation able to make the trip, they carried on their conversation while the others continued theirs. Mark and Jenny's kids were tied up with their own families and work and Ethan and Sarah never had any. The small family unit, 14 in total from Alexa and Chris' parents' generation to Uncle Mark and Aunt Jenny's two grandchildren made them all incredibly close. Not having a lot of other family to rely on, they banded together, especially when things got tough. This also meant when one was successful, they were able to bring the rest of them up with them.

--

Mark led the group through the winding path from the on-site restaurant to the bar which had been completely blocked off from the rest of the resort. For three hours, the family ate dinner and cajoled each other, the otherwise nonexistent maintenance staff had erected a massive enclosure over the entire area. Strobes flickered and lasers blasted their beams into the sky in sync with the driving bass from pop remixes. When they reached a cordoned-off area, Mark excused himself from the group and began to speak with the doorman.

As if possessed by the music, Sarah started poorly dancing to encourage the rest of the entourage to get into the mood. Moving from person to person in the group, she tried to get each of them to join her. Chris was her first attempt, who quickly rebuffed her attempt and he sheepishly shrunk into himself as she innocently rolled her hips against his crotch. Once rejected by Chris, she took Alexa's hands who did dance a moment with her, holding hands as they pressed their chests together and bounced off rhythm to the song playing.

Not to lose his wife to the moment, Ethan moved behind Sarah and began to playfully grind on her while she continued to dance with her niece. The three-way dance was cut short as Mark returned to the group with seven wristbands. He handed them to each person, "Alright, so here's the deal: these wristbands get you in and out of the party, unlimited drinks, and access to the VIP Lounge. They are getting the costumes together now and will let us in shortly."

The ever-impatient Ethan chimed in, "And how long will that be? I'm ready to PARTY."

This drew a loud sigh from Jenny who shook her head and continued to listen to her husband as he went over the resort's "ground rules." It seemed like pretty standard liability stuff, nothing she needed to pay attention to.

As Mark continued to drone on, the door opened blasting the crew with the music as they were ushered in. Once inside, they were quickly split in two, the men directed to one side and the women to the other. They were each led around the perimeter of the dance floor to another blocked-off area where each person was given a brown paper bag and sent into a private stall.

Once inside, there was only one way forward. The door that they came through lacked a handle and an empty bag sat there, presumably for their normal clothes. They each dressed in whatever was in the bag. It was too dark to tell what they were putting on, but it was clear that the costumes lacked material. Chris rifled through the bag, trying to find the rest of it but could only find a Minotaur mask and a pair of furry pants with the crotch deliberately removed.

"What the fuck?" He said as he tried them on over his khaki shorts only to realize they wouldn't fit. He sighed in annoyance and tried again in just his underwear where they still didn't quite fit. Not willing to go out with his manhood on full display even in the dark, he made do with the uncomfortable bunching where his boxer briefs and the pants met.

He tried adjusting one last time before opening the door. On the other side was another hallway. "Christ, this place is like a labyrinth," he thought to himself as he followed the corridor around. He allowed himself a smile at the appropriateness of his costume. The loud music blasted through the thin makeshift walls as he zigged and zagged through what he assumed was the perimeter of the dance floor.

After one more turn, he finally saw another person albeit not a partygoer. The person opened one last door, which flooded the hall with music and lights as Chris made his way into the main party. The mask he wore made seeing difficult, but from what he could gather everyone wore costumes equal parts revealing and identity suppressing. One thing was for certain, there was no way he was going to find his family in this.

He glanced around the room to get his bearings and make sense of where everything was. The bar was on the far side, which meant he needed to navigate the dance floor barely being able to see his surroundings. Not having much spatial awareness because of his mask, he decided navigating across the room would be a bad idea right now. He didn't have that much time to figure out what to do anyway as a woman with a Medusa mask and white robe that did nothing to cover her breasts took his hand and led him to the dance floor.

Chris thanked the darkness of the area so she couldn't see his lack of physique. The last couple of years had been so unorganized, that his gym routine became a lost memory along with any semblance of self-care. His brown hair had grown out to his shoulders and he had managed to put on a few pounds around the waist, slowly looking more and more like his dad. The only personal care item he did manage to maintain was his short beard which was hidden behind his massive headpiece.

She expertly led him to the dance floor which was packed with other resort guests in similar costumes. He saw two other women with a Medusa-style mask but each was slightly different. He then realized that it wasn't three Medusas but the Gorgon sisters, with Medusa being the most known. The three Gorgon women did all have one thing in common, their robes barely covered their breasts. One of the women was effectively topless as an older man dressed as a satyr had pulled her robe completely open to grope her massive breasts while he ground his crotch into her backside.

Chris couldn't help but watch the couple as they danced together. He could feel the blood begin to rush to his cock and was thankful he decided to keep his underwear on despite the uncomfortable bunching. His partner brought him back to reality as he felt her ass push up against him, guiding his hardening cock into the mounds of her barely covered ass.

It had been so long since Chris had gone out that his partner's forwardness initially caught him off guard. The warmth and softness of her body brought him back to the situation. His hands made their way up from her hips to her breasts as he started to grope and massage them, paying close attention to his partner's hardening nipples.

She bent over, pressing her ass further into his now rock-hard cock, and gave it a shimmy to the beat. Fully trapped in the moment, he pressed back against her and continued his assault on her breasts as they danced.

During this entire ordeal, Alexa sat on a bench in the elevated VIP area with the rest of the family and watched as Aunt Sarah put the first of their plans into motion. She watched intently as her brother and aunt groped each other while Chris was completely oblivious to the reality of his situation. To the left and right of her, Uncle Ethan and her dad made sure she had the attention she deserved as well. Her entire costume had bunched around her waist, exposing her breasts and trimmed pussy for everyone. Ethan pulled his mask off and began to kiss her neck while her dad slid a hand between her legs and began slowly massaging her clit.

"Mmm Ethan, she's so wet right now," her dad said as he slowly rubbed her engorging sex.

Ethan stopped to look at the scene in front of them, "No shit, Scott. Look around."

Alexa giggled as the two older men discussed the near orgy happening in front of them. Ready for the next step, she grabbed her dad's wrist and slid it further down so that his meaty fingers were resting on the outside of her pussy lips. "I need more," she moaned as her dad slowly pressed his middle finger into her wet folds.

Chris meanwhile had completely forgotten about his earlier reservations about the costume and enjoyed the woman in front of him. His hands pulled her robe completely open and explored every inch of her torso and breasts as they moved to the thumping house music. Feeling like he needed more, he pulled his mask off and began kissing his partner's neck.

This was just what his aunt was waiting for. The trap had been set and he took the bait with little resistance. She broke off their dancing and took his hand as she led him from the dance floor to the VIP section where her husband and brother-in-law pleasured her niece.

Sarah intentionally guided them past the incestual threesome, which didn't go unnoticed by Chris. The hulking man that was his Uncle Ethan was easy to spot in the crowd with his massive frame and surliness. The woman he was fondling wasn't his aunt but he wasn't given the chance to protest. His aunt pulled him along until she found a more secluded couch that wasn't in use. She took the mask that he had held onto, tossed it to the side, and pushed Chris down onto the couch.