Date: Fri, 02 Dec 2011 03:42:43 -0800
From: applesandpears@hushmail.com
Subject: La Mer, Chapter Two

La Mer.
An Incest Story by Adrian.

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make sure and give me plenty of feedback. It's the only thing that keeps me
motivated. I have more to tell here; send me a note and let me know what
you liked. Maybe you'll even see a bit more of it;) If you like the style,
also check out my continuing series, "A Little Revolution".

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Editor's Note: Naturally, this is all fiction, don't take it seriously,
don't fuck your kids, etc., or anyone else`s. We don't live in this
world. If you have a hard time telling fantasy from reality, seek
professional help.

Nota Bene: This story is fiction. It is inspired by an actual incident that
I witnessed a few years ago at a naturist resort. Only the first few
paragraphs, character descriptions, and incidentals are accurate and
truthful though. The rest is the result of my fervid imagination. I've no
evidence that the family that inspired this story engages in any of this
kind of activity, but one can daydream. Though such daydreams are not
recommended in the nude in front of a bunch of strangers, at least not if
you are a male of the species.

Chapter Two.


Slap slap slap slap slap.

I love that rhythmic slapping sound.

The sand compacted between my feet and I ran down the long, wide
beach. Dunes piled up to my left, the broad shallow expanse of the bay to
the right. I ran naked, cock flopping from one thigh to another. One of the
nice things about the resort was that it fronted several miles of naturist
beach where clothes were not required.

I'd been up half the night thinking of what I'd seen the evening before,
playing with myself, considering what to do with the bit of information
that burned in my consciousness.  The hottest family I'd ever seen, three
boys, two girls, all of them sexually active.

I had named them the Fuck Family.

I had to work to not get hard just thinking about it.

It was morning and the sun was starting to warm the sand. I turned back
towards the trail that lead towards the camp. The first guests from the
resort were coming down to set up their towels and umbrellas for a day on
the beach. When I got back to the trail head I turned out to the ocean and
splashed into the water. It was shallow, so I waded out into the water for
a few meters and dove down into a small oncoming wave. The Atlantic water
was cold and refreshing, the salt stinging my eyes.

My gym bag was on the sand where I had dropped it at the trail head.

As I made it back to the bag and started fishing out a towel I heard the
babble of young voices coming along the trail. I pulled on my sunglasses
and looked up to see my favorite family coming down between the
dunes. Small, Medium and Large raced along, with Big Sis and Little Sis
strolling at a leisurely pace, carrying an ice chest between them. Mom and
dad were bringing up the caboose laden with umbrellas, chairs and towels.

I dried off and watched out of the corner of my eye to see where the Fuck
Family were setting up. Luckily they dropped their gear as soon as they hit
the sand. I got out my beach towel and laid it down about twenty feet in
front of them towards the water. Laying on my stomach, I bunched my pack
under my chin and pulled out my bag, pretending to read from my summer
paperback.

Mum and dad set up the blankets and umbrellas while Big Sis put away her
little sarong. The boys were all nude as puppies. All the younger kids went
for a splash while mum spread some jam and butter on a long thin baguette
for them and dad and big sis laid their towels out from under the umbrella
shade and sprawled out to take in some sun. Big sis's legs sprawled open
for a nice view of her gash. Below the soft-looking little bush, more of a
shrub, her lips were firm and tight, though they gaped nicely when she
shifted her weight. I don't really know how you tell the difference, but
there was something about the pink flesh that flashed out that just
screamed recently fucked. It's not like there was spooge dripping out of
the mouth of her shadow hole, but the way her genitals rested open and
relaxed seem to say something to me. I'd taken my first girlfriend's
cherry, and you can be sure I'd well inspected her cunt both before and
after. Bis Sis, unsurprisingly, had the after look, nothings loose or
flappy, just a nicely relaxed state. I glanced over at her dad, his fat
uncut sausage laying lazily on his thigh, and thought about her riding that
thick piece. It's a good thing I was on my belly.

Mum called the kids up from the water and handed them each a piece of
bread. They stood there, their drum taut bodies glistening from the water,
and ate lustily. Small brother smeared jam across half his face, and while
munching with one hand he casually wrapped his junk in the cup of his other
sticky hand and shifted his weight from one side to the other, each shift
accompanied by the flex of his heartbreakingly adorable white ass. A stream
of water ran from his matted blond hair down the back of his graceful neck,
along the gentle curve of his tanned spinal bumps, between the dimples on
his lower back, across his tan line, and disappeared between those
wonderful round cheeks, before re-emerging on the inside of his thigh and
running like a vine down his left leg. I wanted to lick him all over.

That's when mum broke out the squeeze bottle of Ban de Soleil.

I don't know if there is anything cuter then a fit naked mum, boobs perky
and firm, kneeling in the sand, rubbing lotion all over her gorgeous naked
offspring. Starting with Small, she did all four of the younger kids, even
calling over Big Brother, who protested that he could do it himself, to
which his mother replied she wasn't going to listen to him complain about
sunburn. Grudgingly he submitted, and I noticed that as his mother ran her
lotion-smeared hands down his legs his nice sizable cock grew to
half-mast. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and I buried my
eyes in my book. After a moment I looked up and he was still watching
me. With a flutter in my stomach, I didn't know what else to do so I
offered up a sympathetic smile. What twelve year old boy wants his mum
smearing lotion on his bare ass, right? Not that I wouldn't of changed
places with him, or her, in a minute.

After the kids ran off I settled down and got some serious tan on. I'm a
fit dude, pretty flat belly, if not ripped like the three boys I was
admiring, but I'm not fat, and I have a large and hairy chest. I spend a
good amount of time in the gym like a lot of single sex-obsessed guys, and
while I'm not a gym bunny or a juicer, I'm not sagging in the wrong places,
my hairy legs are firm and muscled, my ass is pretty tight and round, and
my shoulders and arms are actually pretty bulged, not juicehead bulged, but
not bad.

I am however way, way too white for this resort, something I was in the
third day of remedying. I had to slather on my own lotion, though.  I lay
there as the sun climbed higher. It was going to be a hotter then usual day
on the quiet Atlantic coast. My skin tightened and tanned. Every few
minutes I looked up to see the kids play, the boys mostly splashing in the
shallow water, the girls mostly laying out and working on their color, as
if they weren't already superbly bronze in the shimmer of the sun.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed some movement and I saw Big Brother
striking off up the beach in the direction of the dunes. As casually as
possible I lifted myself off of my towel and headed back into the dunes on
a parallel track. Once behind the first row of dunes I threaded my way in
the direction that Big had gone. As I rounded one low hill of sand along a
narrow tamped-down track, there he stood, not ten feet in front of me, back
turned, hands at crotch, pissing on some low scrub bushes, his ass puckered
tight.

I didn't want to seem creepy so I turned in the other direction, took a few
steps back around the corner out of sight, and grabbed my own dangle, which
I was willing to not turn hard, and started pissing into the sand. I hadn't
realized just how much I needed to go until I started in on the long
pressurized stream.

I stood there, still pissing full force, when I heard the flap flap of flip
flops, and looked over my shoulder to see Big Brother strolling by, meaning
to pass down the trail right behind me. His big blue eyes were focused
down; it was apparent he was looking at my meat. It's a nice piece, seven
inches hard and well proportioned to my large body. It was laying like a
snake in my palm as I aimed it, and as he walked within a few feet of me,
passing me on the trail, Big Brother did something very lovely. He let out
a long, low whistle. a whistle of appreciation. A whistle that said "I like
what I see", all that he communicated without a word. He just had to purse
his lips and blow. My cock jumped in my palm.

That was it for me. I walked quickly back to the beach, thinking every
un-sexy thought I could. Back on the hot sand I gathered up my things,
wrapped my towel around my waist to hide my free-thinking member, and
headed back up the trail with one glance back over at the Fuck
Family. Papa, who was laying back against a beach chair, looked at me over
the tops of his sunglasses. I could have sworn I saw him wink.  It was back
to the trailer for me, and a ferocious double wank. I splattered my hairy
belly with sauce and took a shower, then laid out in the hot bedroom with
the windows open for a nap.

* * *

That afternoon I laid out by the pool, and sure enough my five favorite
siblings made an appearance, without their parents.

I kept up my surreptitious surveillance from behind my dark glasses as the
kids played and frolicked in and around the pool, their wet, supple bodies
glistening, the water beading off their tight, smooth skin. At a certain
point, I noticed Big Brother and Big Sister sitting across from me on two
chaises pulled up next to each other. They were whispering to each other,
and every now and then they would glance over to take a look at me. Once,
while doing so, Big Brother reached down and conspicuously adjusted his
junk, pulling his balls out from under him and giving his plump boycock a
quick pat. It was a big one for his boyish hairless frame. After the quick
pat I could swear he gave me a crooked smile with his full red lips. I
rolled over onto my stomach at that.

Eventually Mum came and gathered up the kids and herded them off. I packed
it in and went back for a shower, slipping on a pair of shorts and t-shirt
and heading off to diner at the resort restaurant.

After eating and a couple of glasses of wine I sat in the courtyard and
sipped a beer, watching folks come and go. It was normal in the coolness of
the late evening for people to dress, albeit often very casually. There was
usually entertainment in the evening, bands or karaoke or casino
nights. Adults shared a drink and chatted as the children ran about
playing. Middle Brother appeared to have bonded with the dark, curly-haired
boy whose mother was the cashier at the grocery. They rode bikes and played
at the pool table and generally were noisy and rambunctious and adorable. I
watched them for a while and felt the buzz of the alcohol, my eyes drifting
shut.

The little couch across from me squeaked and I opened my lids to the sight
of Big Brother and Big Sister, sitting right in next to each other and
smiling. Big Brother wore a pair of little navy soccer shorts that showed
off his tan legs, and a snug fitting white polo shirt with the collar
popped up. Big Sis was in a tight-fitting pair of little denim shorts and a
fluorescent pink tank top. They were incredibly sexy, sitting there thigh
to thigh.

"Hello there Mr." Big Brother spoke up.

"Hello there."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Adrian. What's yours?"

"I'm Phillipe."

"And I'm Arielle".

Well, now they were no longer Big Brother and Big Sister.

"Hello Phillipe and Arielle. How are you?"

"Mmm...ok" Phillipe offered up.

"And you" I asked Arielle, whose nipples I could see plainly through her
top.

"I'm awesome!" she offered with a smirk. "Where are you from?"

"I'm an American."

"Oh" young Arielle's eyes brightened. "I want to go to America. I want to
go to California and be a movie star."

"Well... that's not easy" I offered, non-commitedly.

"My sister only wants to appear in pornos. Anyone can do that!"

"Stop it, you little jerk!" Arielle was obviously annoyed, but she didn't
blush like you might expect a teenage girl to blush. Rather, she looked me
boldly in the eye. Then she whispered something in her brother's ear and
they both stood up.

"Ciao!"

"Bye!"

They were off like a flash.

I tired of the scene, and frankly, after that little exchange, I was ready
to beat the meat again. I wandered away from the resort center as the sun
set behind the dunes, a fresh breeze blowing in from the ocean. The wind
felt good on my skin, warm and intoxicating. I took a tour of the resort
grounds and finally headed back to my trailer. It was stuffy from the day's
heat, and I opened the windows to let in the fresh evening, and booted up
my laptop. I could hear the band at the resort center starting up in the
distance. That's when I heard the tap on my door.

Standing on the little wooded porch were Phillipe and Arielle, looking
naughty.

"Hey"

"Hey"

"Hey"

"Um, what's up?"

"We were wondering, um, do you have some beer?"

This was one of those moments, I knew it right away, one of those pivotal
moments when you decide what you are going to do with your life.

"Sure. Come on in."

The two youngsters shuffled in, looking bold. I pointed to the low built-in
couch behind the table and they both took a seat. Getting three beers out
of the fridge I opened one each for the sexy young pair and one for me,
sitting down in the chair opposite them. We all took a swig. I stared at
the two, and after a moment they looked at each other, obviously to
reassure each other. They didn't speak. What do you say at such a moment?

That's when Philippe noticed my open laptop.

"You get porn on that?"

Boing.

Shooting a bit of beer through my nose, it took me a moment to swallow.

"Of course."

Arielle slid over next to me, her warm smooth thigh coming to rest against
my hairy one. She reached out and slid the computer down the table towards
us.

"Show us."

I obeyed. Opening up the browser, I went to X-Tube. My preferences were
already set, saying I was a guy who liked both guys and girls, but I didn't
want to push it so I selected the heterosexual hardcore category, pulling
up videos of straight sex. I picked a likely one, of a blond woman getting
fucked by a hot Brazilian dude, and started it playing. I then pushed the
computer back to both the kids could see.

I heard a rustling and looked over to see that Phillipe had a hand under
the waistband of his little nylon soccer shorts and was starting to tug
himself hard. Arielle saw me looking and smiled. Then she reached over and
took my right hand with her left. With her free hand she tugged open the
buttons of her little denim shorts and then slid my hand down to her
crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties.

I ran my fingers down through the soft hairs of her small tidy bush. Her
gash was warm, not yet wet, and I ran a fingertip down one lip and up the
other. She had the tight pussy of a young girl, and I wiggled my pointer
finger into the top of her slit until I felt the little hardness of her
clit, which I pressed down on. Her hips automatically flexed open a little
wider and she let out the tiniest little gasp. On the video screen, the
Brazilian man was energetically licking the woman's spread red
gash. Arielle watched for a moment, transfixed. Then she turned and with
not an ounce of bashfulness, she eyed me boldly.

"I want that."

You didn't have to ask me twice. I stood up, my basketball shorts tented
out hard, and made a space for her to slide out from behind the
table. Phillipe looked up at me with a leer, and started jerking his hand
underneath the table even faster, transfixed by the video.

Arielle walked into the trailer's little bedroom. With her back to me she
shimmied out of her tight shorts, shaking her round girl's ass for my
benefit. She bent over, dropping the shorts, stood up and stripped off her
hot pink tank top, then turned to face me, 15 years old, her body slim and
brown. She wasn't much curvier then a boy, but she had a beautiful long
neck, two tiny tits that pointed almost upward in their conical shape, two
big, fleshy nipples now full of blood, and a lovely little V of crotch
between her perfect, firm, hairless thighs. She watched me watch her, and
then with a mischievous grin she jumped backwards onto the bed, landing on
her ass with a bounce, and threw her legs akimbo, pointing with both
fingers at her spread pink pussy.

"Eat!"

I was on her like a hungry dog, pulling the skin of her thighs out with my
palms, causing her lips to gape and invite me. With my long greedy tongue I
took a long swipe down her length and then curled the tip and popped it
right into her dark little hole. She was not a virgin, I was sure, given
how nicely her vaginal walls spread for my probe, but she was clean and
fresh and young. I licked her walls and pushed in until my cheeks were
pressed against her lips, and then pulled out and up, going to town on her
little nubbin. She let out a nice sigh and gave me instructions.

"Right there. Harder. Rub it with your fingers too."

I listened and pressed her little clit between a forefinger and my tongue,
making harder contact with her, which caused her to buck with
pleasure. Then, still working her little hooded nugget I slipped two
fingers down and into her cave. That's when I heard a sound behind my head.

Phillipe was standing only a few feet away, watching the show. He had
ditched the shorts, though he still wore his white polo shirt, and from
under the front hem his smooth, hard boycock stood. It was uncut and thin,
curving upward, a nice hairless pair of balls bunched tightly below the
base. While I looked he reached down with a thumb and forefinger and lazily
slid the hood back and forth over the spongy red head with one hand while
pulling his shirt up with the other, showing off his perfect, tan flat
belly above the low tan line across his abdomen. It was an ambiguous
invitation, one I could pass on or take up.

Like that was a hard decision.

Leaving two fingers in his sister I turned my head and gave one long, wet
lick down the length of the underside of his hardness, then mouthed the
tip, tightened my lips, and sucked. Phillipe let out a pleased little
laugh.

"See, I told you Arielle! I always know when someone wants to do me!"

Smart boy.

I looked back at big sis. She was smiling. With my fingers still in her,
she reached over and fished a condom out of the pocket of her denim shorts
and tossed it to me.

"You can fuck me. But not him, he's too little."

"Am not!"

"Shut up, hyper. He's too big for you. But I'm sure he'll get you off."

I stood up and slipped my shorts and underwear down. As soon as my erection
popped into view, young Phillipe moved like a cheetah, his head whipping
down, his beautiful soft red lips sucking in my head. He started to swallow
me with a show-off flair, as if he had something to prove. The kid knew how
to take a cock, sucking me right down into his throat, his tongue working
my underside like a little eel. God, it felt good. Looking down at his fine
boy's features, his cropped hair and flawless tan skin, his big blue eyes
and gracious lashes, his firm tight jawline and narrow long neck, I
couldn't believe my eyes. A fucking beauty, a boy-god, a fucking nudist
ganymede, was bobbing on my piece like a hundred dollar whore.

Oh fuck.

I had to tap him on his lovely bony shoulder to get him to pull off so I
could slip on the rubber and fuck his sister.

"Good job mate. But you keep that up and I'll be coming too soon." The boy
offered me a knowing, matter-of-fact look and whipped his shirt off,
grabbing his cock and starting in with an energetic yanking. He looked like
he was going to pull the slim little handle right off. I forgot how
furiously young boys masturbate.

I slipped the latex down my jimmy and pushed the shorts off my feet, then
crawled onto the bed on my knees. Arielle gave me an encouraging look of
anticipation. Grabbing her narrow tight thighs, I spread her back and laid
above her, the weight on the palms of my hands on either side of her. She
reached down with her own graceful long fingers and wrapped them around my
pulsing piece, then lined it up. With one quick jab, it was in. No, this
girl was not a virgin.

She did give me a nice face of appreciation at my size.

While I pumped her her little brother stood up on the edge of the bed and
offered me his stiffy. I pounded the tight teen and sucked the even tighter
pre-teen, working both with coordination. After a while splitting Arielle,
I pulled out of her, and without a word she knew to flip over on her hands
and knees, ass in the air, while I slipped it back in, even deeper. As I
thrust from a kneeling position, I put an arm around Phillipe's hips and
pulled him right next to me, his knees against my side, his ass cheek at my
armpit, his cock perfectly placed for me to suck it without hardly turning
my head.

"Yoww!" Phillipe yelped. "I'm cumming!" I felt one salty drop of viscous
fluid land on my tongue. It was definitely spooge, but watery, and quite
tasty, without the heavy bleachy flavor of man seed. It was yummy and I
savored it, and then looked up at the boy, who was grinning like the
luckiest kid on earth. I playfully rubbed his tight little tummy, and he
wiggled, ticklish under my touch.

"He just sucked me dry, Arielle!"

"Like that's hard."

Oh boy. What had I gotten myself into.

Without even sliding out of her, I grabbed the girl by the waist and rolled
both of us over. She was now on top of me, as I sat, back against the
pillows at the headboard. Her cunt was spread as she faced away from me,
and like a pro she slid her legs underneath her and started riding up and
down, bouncing on my bone with a practiced rodeo style. Then I felt another
unusual sensation and looked around her hip to see little Phillipe, head in
his sis's crotch, pink tongue licking her clit while I slid in and out of
her. The boy would run his tongue down and along my bone at the out stroke,
and with one hand he spread his big sister's lips while with the other he
cupped my balls. Watching that beautiful little face working away at our
fuck juncture was enough. I felt my balls cut loose and lifted my ass of
the bed with my thighs.

"Here is it. Oh, fuck. Of, fuck. You are so tight!"

I felt like a hydraulic pump that just sprung a leak. Pulse after pulse of
juice shot up into the overladen condom while I reached around Arielle and
hugged her back to me, squeezing one perfect mini-titty in each hand. We
laid there frozen for a moment while Phillipe continued to lick everything
in sight down there. Finally, Arielle lifted up and the weighty condom
slipped to the side. I yanked it off with a slurp and threw it down on the
floor. Phillipe, with a wicked grin, gave my bare bone a long, slow, sexy
lick on the underside, tonguing a last drop out of my slit.

"Ok boys, I know you both got your nut, but there's still me." Arielle
reached down and pulled her pussy lips apart while leaning back on the
bed. Phillipe and I looked at each other and then we dove. Our faces mashed
together as we pushed into her crotch, and our tongues met as they both
went to work on her little red button. Before I could think about it,
Phillipe had started sliding fingers into her fleshy hole, and when I
looked down he had his whole cupped hand, up to the junction of the thumb,
into his sister's walls. I licked her clit even harder, and with an
orgasmic little muffled scream, she came. A wetness ran across my
tongue. She was done, and the boy and I both had slimy, sticky faces, like
two kids eating an ice cream cone. We smiled at each other and Phillipe
giggled.

"She liked it. She only gets wet like that when she likes it."

Good to know.

I slid up onto my side next to Arielle, and her brother slid up next to her
on the other side. She playfully patted both of us, and I ran one beautiful
nipple between finger and thumb.

"That was... that was great, kids."

"We knew you wanted it, bad."

"Really? How so?"

"You looked so hungry. I mean, it's obvious, right? The way you look at
someone. Sometimes you say with your stare, I want your sex."

"I thought I did a pretty good job hiding it."

Both kids laughed at my obvious naivety.

"Even Jean-Paul could tell" Phillipe replied dismissively.

"Jean-Paul?"

"Our littlest brother. He's only six. He saw you watching him when he
played with himself by accident by the pool. He whispered and told me 'that
man is looking at my hard pee-pee'. And he's just little!"

"Well then." My dick was starting to rise again. Arielle reached over and
gave it a tug.

"I guess he was right, the little one. Do you want to play with him?"

"Um, no. I was just curious."

"Liar" she scolded. This girl knew her men.

"It's ok if you do. Of course, you can't fuck him or anything, but you can
suck him if you want. He's not so good at sucking, though."

Oh fuck. Now I was rock hard again. Arielle eyed me with humor. Then she
rolled out of bed and stood up, picking up her shorts and top. Phillipe
took his queue and stood up as well, picking his shorts off the floor and
throwing them over his shoulder like a towel.

"With the little kids, no fucking, ok? And you can only play with them if
Phillipe or I am around, ok? Only just touching and sucking though. If you
want to fuck, you can fuck me. My pussy is right for big men." Arielle was
laying down terms to me, starkly. But I was still thinking about her sexy
little sisters and brothers, and what she was proposing.

"Um, yeah. I mean, I don't have to do anything with them. This, this is
enough for me."

Phillipe looked at his sister, then back at me.

"They like playing, too. That wouldn't be fair" the boy offered,
matter-of-factly.

"Just don't be a weirdo or anything" said his sensible big sis.

"I swear. I'll be like the nicest uncle in the world." I almost winced as
soon as I said it.

"I doubt it. Our uncle is awesome" Phillipe bragged, which caused Arielle
to smirk and hold up her two hands, about eight inches from each other.

So that's how it is in their family.

"See you tomorrow then. Don't act weird when you see us at the pool, ok?"

I smiled at the beautiful teenage girl, standing in my room naked, holding
her clothes. I got up off the bed, walked up to her, and kissed her on the
lips. She was surprised, but her mouth opened and her tongue found mine. I
kissed her hard. Then, when we broke away, I playfully leaned over and
kissed her little brother, who giggled and probed the inside of my mouth
with a puppy dog tongue.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm cool."

"You are" Arielle said, with a kidding tone. "For an old guy."

With that, both kids walked naked out of the trailer into the satiny warm
ocean-air night. I watched them disappear into the darkness, only the white
of Phillipe's ass visible after a moment as he skipped on the gravel walk.

Fuck it, this was as good as it gets. I could die a happy man now. Except
that I couldn't, anticipating what might be in store for tomorrow.