To get the proper background for who we are and what we've been up to, it's best that you read the last two 'Memoir' chapters first. However, the TL;DR summary is: My name is Ben and my wife is Audrey, we are nudists and swingers. My sister's name is Wendy and her extraordinarily well hung husband was Richard, they discovered both nudism and swinging much later in life. Many years ago, Wendy sort of semi-talked me into having sex with her so that my wife could fuck her husband. We have not looked back since.
My brother-in-law Richard passed away many years ago. I initially chose not to write too much about the events leading up to Richard's declining health in the memoirs out of respect for my sister Wendy. However, once Wendy had read the finalised memoirs, she said that Richard often spoke fondly to her of our adventures together and that she thought that he would have been delighted to see those adventures preserved for posterity.
Although Audrey, Wendy, Richard and I did take a number of 'adults-only' trips away together, Wendy said that one in particular stuck out in her mind as capturing the spirit of adventure that the four of us had developed over the years. It also happened to be the last such trip before Richard left us.
This trip took place many years after the core account in chapter seven of the main memoirs. The kids were reasonably independent and we knew that they were responsible enough to take care of themselves for a week or so. We had flown to an island that was home to the largest private naturist resort that we had ever heard of. Naturally, we had arranged for adjoining rooms and intended to spend every possible hour enjoying a life without clothing.
Wendy and Richard had joined Audrey and I for an occasional weekend at one of our semi-local clothes-free resorts over the years, but this occasion represented their first time attending such a large and established facility. After flights and transfers, we finally arrived in the mid-afternoon and started to make ourselves comfortable.
I was sitting on the end of my bed examining the local money. The denominational increments of the coins were different to the increments of the notes. The colours and dimensions were also curiously uniform. We'd have to take more care when using this currency to make sure that we did not inadvertently overpay. Luckily, within the grounds of the resort, we could charge everything back to our room.
Wendy entered through our adjoining door and stood in front of me. She had an activities brochure in her hands and was thumbing through the pages.
"Have you and Audrey thought about any activities you'd like to try whilst we are here?" Wendy asked.
I stuffed the money back into my wallet and said, "Audrey's made a few expressions of interest, but we have not made any firm decisions yet."
Audrey and Richard had caught the shuttle bus to the nearest town to grab a few supplies. In the pandemonium before leaving home, Audrey had uncharacteristically forgotten to pack her shampoo and conditioner. She packed everything else, just not shampoo and conditioner. Anticipating a lot of swimming over the coming week, she did not want to rely on the tiny bottles that the resort provided as her sole supply.
Richard was feeling a little unwell. Not particularity sick, per se, just a little queasy. He was looking for something to calm his stomach and relieve his headache. There was a huge discussion regarding whether all four of us should go, but that was quickly settled when we found out that there were only three spare seats on the next shuttle bus.
Wendy was now totally comfortable being naked all the time. The prospect of a whole week without having to worry about what to wear was actually liberating for her. As Audrey and Richard departed, Wendy confided in me and admitted that she was relieved that she did not have to get dressed again so soon.
"How long do you think they'll be away?" she asked.
"Well, it's about 45 minutes each way and knowing Audrey, she'll be an hour or two, so at least three hours." I said.
"Three hours to fill in you say?" Wendy asked in confirmation.
"Give or take." I said hedging my bet whilst throwing my wallet onto the bed side table.
"It says here that there are 4 pools, 6 tennis courts, 2 squash courts, table tennis tables, a network of hiking trails, a gym, a sauna, a beach with good snorkelling, all sorts of things." Wendy added.
"Sounds great. Does anything in particular take your fancy?" I asked her.
"Well, there's one last thing it says here. It says that siblings are not only welcomed to, but actually encouraged to engage in sexual intercourse if they like." she replied.
"You are so full of shit." I said.
"Look!" Wendy said sticking the brochure into my face so closely that I could not read it before tossing it over her shoulder and stepping forward.
I spread my legs so that she could step even closer and as she did I placed my hands on her hips. Luckily, the bed was rather high and Wendy's breasts were almost perfectly in line with my face. Wendy and I had indulged in quite a few games of 'hide the sibling sausage' since our first adventure all those years ago. We had grown to embrace our taboo pastime and our respective spouses were happy for us to indulge ourselves.
Reaching up slightly, I kissed Wendy's left nipple and then her right. She grabbed the back of my head and forced my face between her breasts as she wobbled them back and forth. I must admit that the feeling of my sister's warm breasts on my cheeks was very enjoyable.
"Scratchy!" she exclaimed as she stroked one of my cheeks, "You need to shave."
After she released her grip, I extended my tongue and circled her right areola. I pulled back to examine my handiwork.
"You can't stop there!" she said.
"Why not?" I asked.
"If you touch one, you need to touch the other. It's a rule, everyone knows it's a rule." she replied.
Extending my tongue once more, I circled her left areola before she said, "That's better."
My sister's nipples were hardening, but were nowhere near as large as I had seen them previously, so I went back to work with a combination of sucking, licking and blowing. Before long her nipples were huge, really huge.
Wendy ran her fingers around her own areolae and said, "That feels better!"
"I'm glad. Would you like me to go down on you?" I said.
"Oooh dear brother, you read my mind." Wendy replied gleefully.
"The bed's nice and high." I said, "Would you like to try on the edge of the bed?"
"Sounds exciting, let's give it a go!" Wendy responded enthusiastically.
Wendy stepped back and I stood up moving to the side. Wendy then stepped over to the bed and took up position where I had been previously sitting. In a single movement, she slowly laid back and brought her knees up to her chest before spreading them wide for me. She brought her hands up to just below her knees to brace herself.
My sister's spectacular vulva were presented before me. I took in the view of her large triangle of pubic hair extending all of the way along her outer lips and around her anus with delight. Luckily, none of the four of us had ever expressed any interest in anal play so the few haemorrhoids that she had back there would not get in our way. Where her outer lips touched, I could see her generous inner lips protruding, eager to escape confinement.
I gently parted her outer lips, one hand on each side, to reveal the rest of her inner lips and clitoris. I inhaled the subtle aroma of her sumptuous pussy. Having recently showered, her scent was more on the mellow end of the spectrum. Moving closer, I extended my tongue and gently licked the underside of her clitoris.
"Ooooo, you got it. Right there!" she said.
I continued to stimulate my sister's clitoris and I watched it gradually increase in size for a few minutes more. Wendy was generally quiet during this time softly moaning to herself and enjoying the feeling. I quickly stuck my index finger into my mouth to coat it with my saliva before wiggling it gently at the opening to her vagina and then gradually inserting it.
"Hello there!" Wendy said surprised.
"How's that feel?" I asked.
"Pretty damned good. Carry on!" she responded.
Repositioning myself slightly, I took her whole engorged clit into my mouth and rotated my finger in search of her g-spot. Just as I felt the spongy mass under the tip of my finger, Wendy said, "Bullseye!"
