Two weeks ago, my aunt Amanda invited me and my parents to join her family on their annual trip to Vermont. They rented a lakeside cabin for the four of them - aunt Amanda, uncle Jack, and my cousins Emma and Andrew - and one for my mother, my father, and me. Trips to Vermont are a veritable tradition for their family, and they were nice enough to share it with us this year.
Of all my cousins, Emma and Andrew are probably the closest to me in age. I'm 19, Andrew is 19, and Emma's 20. However, since we live so far apart, we only get to see each other a few times each year at best. I love spending time with Emma, and over the years I've developed feelings for her, despite the fact she's my cousin. She is a regular subject of my sexual fantasies, and in spite of some so-called societal taboos, I want to fuck her and cover her with my cum. I thought I would have to accept that something like that would never happen, until this summer.
My parents and I arrived the first evening, checked in, had dinner with my aunt, uncle, and cousins, and went to bed. The next day, we spent several hours at the lake, swimming, talking, and just enjoying our time off. In and out of the water, I couldn't stop myself from checking out Emma in her bikini. I hadn't seen her in a swimsuit in years, and she had developed quite a bit. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were big enough to bounce when she moved, especially in that flattering bikini, and I could swear I saw her nipples poking through once or twice. I spent just as much time looking at her ass, though. It was so perfectly round and jiggly, and I wished I could see it without anything covering it.
My aunt had mentioned that there was a nude beach along a nearby lake, but this beach was not clothing-optional. Nevertheless, since public nudity is one of my kinks, I imagined what it would be like to go naked at this beach. It was so secluded, I doubted anyone would ever find out. Thus, I hatched a plan. That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, I would sneak down to the beach and skinny-dip in the lake. If only I could get Emma to join me... hah, what a horny fantasy.
And so I slipped out that night, bringing nothing but the clothes on my back, which I would soon shed. I made my way along the path through the dark woods until I came to the shore.
There were a few houses nearby with porch lights on, but no one seemed to be up inside, as all interior lights were off. Beyond the porch lights, only the moon illuminated the quiet lake scene. Nevertheless, this minimal lighting seemed bright enough to me, as I was about to strip naked, and my bare body would be lit up for all to see.
I knew I wanted to be naked, though, and the thought of being visible, and potentially seen, was part of why I found this so exciting. I couldn't decide if I would want to prolong my time exposed, moving leisurely from the safety of my clothes to the obscurity of the water, or if I would sheepishly dash to the shore as fast as possible and take refuge in the lapping blackness.
I decided to bite the bullet and strip my shirt off. As my t-shirt's collar hopped across my chin and ruffled the front of my hair, I reassured myself that for now, this looked completely normal - I could be stripping down to swim trunks and going for a conventional swim. Of course, that was not what I was doing, and the fact that I was choosing to do it alone under the cover of darkness might already raise some eyebrows. Nevertheless, I continued undeterred, plucking off one shoe, then its corresponding sock, which I slid into the shoe, then the other shoe, and its sock, until my feet were bare. I felt more vulnerable as my bare feet came in contact with the cool, moist sand, which matched the cool breeze blowing across my bare chest and back. I felt so naughty already, but I knew I wanted to continue.
I slid off my jeans, bending over slightly to collect them, then placing them on the beach chair upon which my t-shirt already lay. We're in the endgame now, I thought, as I stood there, in the moonlight, wearing only my underwear. I should probably get this over with, my inner monologue warned me, since it would already seem strange to see a guy standing by the lake shore in just his underwear. Given their pattern, it was unlikely anyone would mistake them for swim trunks.
With one final deep breath, I grabbed the waistband of my boxers, and slid them down, past my buttocks, down my thighs, past my knees, down my calves, around my ankles, and off in one swift, quick, painless motion. Almost in a trance, without taking in the full situation yet, I quickly laid them on top of my other discarded garments. I was really in the altogether now, and I didn't feel embarrassed yet. In fact, it felt natural. All of my body felt the same air currents, so no part felt particularly underdressed. My sand-pressed feet moved my bare, smooth body as a single, harmonious entity, not divided by a waistband, collar, or any other constricting fabric ring. I was free.
And I was naked. I realized that anyone in any of the houses could see my naked body, well illuminated by the moonlight. I remembered what my mission was: skinny-dipping. It was time to carry that out. I tried not to move awkwardly as I took each step towards the water, though I shivered slightly, not out of chill, but because, deep down (and also, to a certain extent, at the surface), I was nervous.
Nevertheless, before I knew it, I was at the water's edge. I placed one foot in, reaching the sand beneath without even fully submerging my foot. The water was just as warm as it had been during the day. Feeling confident that water temperature wouldn't be an issue, I took several more steps in, one up to my ankle, one up to my mid-calf, one up to my knee, one up to my mid-thigh, until my cock and balls were about to be submerged. I definitely felt the water temperature when they went under, but the same would happen in a swimsuit. Now, my buttocks were submerged, and the cool water lapped at the small of my back. I quickly walked forward until the water climbed up over my chest (the coolness definitely awoke my nipples) and shoulders, leaving just my head and neck exposed. To fully acclimatize myself to the water temperature, I briefly brought my head underwater, feeling my hair float around freely, then brought it back out.
I was now up to my neck in water, and feeling safe and covered by the dark lake. Certainly no one could tell I was naked, and maybe they wouldn't even see me at all. Regardless, it was now time to swim. This was what truly set skinny-dipping apart from swimming with clothes on: the feeling of water flowing all over your body, allowing your cock to dance in the cool currents as you slip through the drink like a dolphin. Or something. But it sure felt good, and I was savoring the feeling when I thought I heard something in the woods, in the direction of the path I had taken. I stood at nervous attention for a few moments, but dismissed it as an animal (hopefully not a bear) and continued my secret nighttime frolicking.
Until I heard a voice.
