Please read part 1 -- "The Naked Bike Ride"
Enjoy!
Compared to the disaster that was the pre-ride painting party, the rest of the Naked Bike Ride went pretty much as planned. Andrea, Mark, Malcolm, and Emma stayed towards the rear of the pack, letting the serious riders go ahead of them, but without being too far back that they were in danger of falling behind the main group.
As Emma led the pack, she had a smile on her face for the first time that day, as she was finally doing what she thought this day was going to be all about -- the ride. She had grown sick of watching Mark and Malcolm practically drooling over her friend's naked body, and she was honestly a little upset at Andrea for insisting on stripping naked in front of the guys and not realizing that they wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off of her.
Mark made sure to ride behind Emma, partly because he wanted to avoid any unnecessary eye contact with Andrea, but also because he didn't want to be distracted by Andrea's naked brown ass. Even with his dick being drained just a half hour before, he knew there was no way he could watch her ride her bike from behind without getting excited again.
Andrea couldn't decide whether she wanted to try and forgive Mark for cumming all over her -- after all, rubbing sunscreen on the guy's dicks
was
all her idea -- or if she wanted to punch him in the back of the head for ruining the bodypaint she was so proud of. Based on the irate expression on her face, it seemed like she was leaning towards the latter.
Malcolm insisted on riding at the rear of the group, with the excuse that one of the links in his bike chain was bent, so he needed to be able to pull off without crashing into anyone else.
The truth was, however, that, unlike Andrea's "best friend" Mark, Malcolm hadn't actually blown his load yet, meaning he was riding around with an extreme case of blue balls. Indulging in the sight of his little sister's soft, round ass was, obviously, not something he considered normal, but, as long as it was on display, he was going to enjoy it.
The bike ride, which had officially attracted 488 riders, most of whom where partially or fully naked, made it's first of two 5 minute breaks designed to allow the slower riders time to catch up to the faster ones. During the break, Malcolm noted that, while there were plenty of naked, bodypainted people all around, only a few, maybe 5 or 6 at the most, had gone completely nude, without any paint whatsoever. His little sister, of course, was one of them. Her supple brown breasts, soft ass, smooth tummy and succulent pussy seemed to attract gazes from every direction. Malcolm couldn't help but get a bit aroused as he watched every guy who slowly rode past her take in every inch of her smooth flesh, while she stood there, completely un-bothered by the constant stares, if not a little oblivious to them.
Right before the end of the first stop, Andrea - still seated on her bike - looked over her shoulder at her older brother.
"Hey," she addressed Malcolm with a smile, "Just wanted to thank you again for coming on the ride today. I promise, after we're done, you'll never have to see my pussy again, let alone touch it."
As his sister continued to look over her shoulder to talk to him, Malcolm watched Mark slyly turn his head to look back at Andrea. He watched him slowly stare down his sister, starting at her luscious neck, down to her hard brown nipples, to her pussy that was being squished by her own bike seat. Mark's eyes were trained on Andrea's beautiful womanhood as she turned back around. She gave Mark a furious scowl that sent him turning the other way without a fight.
"Oh yea," she added in a slightly hushed tone after turning back to face her brother one last before the ride started back up, "And thanks for not completely losing control like Mark did." She gave one of her patented eye rolls to the sky, before placing her own hand atop her brother's.
"So, yea... thanks for being a good brother and respecting me, even if I put you through a lot." She looked down to take an appreciative peek at the big dark cock that had just an hour ago dripped precum all over her, before remembering that he had put his boxers back on.
For the next leg of the ride, Andrea was in a noticeably better mood. Having a brother that respected her, whether she was fully clothed or butt naked, made her feel a lot better about the whole Mark dilemma. Every minute or so, she'd shoot a loving smile back towards her brother, forcing him to quickly shift his gaze from her ass cheeks to her face.
The riders came to an uphill portion, meaning most of the riders where now beginning to stand up on their pedals, leaning forward on the handlebars in order power up the incline. Malcolm's jaw nearly dropped to the ground as he watched his little sister slowly straighten her legs, stick her ass straight up, and lean forward. Andrea's thick thighs and plump lips hid her labia quite well while he was painting her. But now, as he was seeing the entirety of his little sister's sex, spreading and tightening subtly with every pump of the pedals, his heart nearly stopped.
Is she doing that on purpose? She has to know that I can see her entire pussy. There's no way she could expose herself to me and everyone around us without being at least a little apprehensive. My sister is absolutely crazy.
As Malcolm's eyes were lost on Andrea's upturned ass and exposed, slippery pussy, he didn't realize that his sister had, once again turned around to shoot him a smile. By the time he looked back up, her face had soured into an angry glare.
"Ugh," she exclaimed with an exaggerated eye-roll, "Of course you'd be looking at it." She faced front again, shaking her head and mumbling angrily to herself once more. With a defiant look on her face, she stuck her ass even higher in the air, letting her hips swing even further from side to side as she pedaled.
Every time the riders approached an incline, Malcolm would watch intently as his sister went from sitting on the bike seat to standing on the pedals. Each time she did, he got another look at her soft pussy, including the barely noticeable, glistening layer of fluid that was beginning to drip from her lips as she made more and more contact with the bike seat. Malcolm felt himself licking his own lips, wondering if he was watching his sister become aroused right in front of him, before forcing himself to echo the words in his head that his own sister had said to him...
There's nothing sexual about it. It's totally normal to have a bit of a reaction after extended physical contact. So obviously, any girl would start to get a little wet after having her lips rub on a bike seat for a half hour, regardless of the circumstances. Besides, she's your sister. You can admire her backside all you want, but as soon as you start staring at her little pussy and thinking about sex, you definitely crossed the line.
Malcolm took the final break as an opportunity to ensure his sister that he was in no way trying to -- as she called it -- "perv on her", after she caught him staring at her pussy. He laid his bike down, and walked over to Andrea who, still sitting on her bike, was looking down at her phone. With a body language of uncertainty, he slowly placed his hand on her opposite hip; in what he thought was an innocent, brotherly embrace. As his fingers landed on her outer thigh, she jerked her head up in surprise due to the sudden contact, before confirming that it was just her brother, and returning her gaze down to her phone.
He wasn't sure how she'd react to this kind of contact. Putting his hand around his sister's waist while she was clothed was no big deal at all. But gripping your sister's waist as she sat butt naked was a different story. Luckily, she didn't react, probably excusing the slightly awkward physical contact as her brother's own way of being affectionate. He pulled Andrea closer into his bare chest for a moment, taking the opportunity to run his eyes along the sea of soft, brown flesh that sat quietly before him.
