Beach Vacation

Sandy could see her brother, Herm, and his family waiting for her as she exited the airport. The air was warm with a hint of salt and the sky was a cerulean blue. She really needed this vacation. Her divorce had just finalized and she was ready for a fresh start. The divorce was amicable enough. No yelling or crying. No nasty moves by either of them. He left with his things, she left with hers, and they split the rest down the middle. They hadn’t had children, and in point of fact, that had been the main issue. He wanted children, several of them in fact, and she didn’t. Now she was 29, with the "big three oh" coming up fast, and starting over. She had long auburn hair and, she knew, a pretty good body for her age. She ran regularly which allowed her to eat foods that she enjoyed and not worry. She was the same weight she had been in high school, but in much better shape. She thought she looked good enough in a bikini to turn heads. She would never be a model and that suited her just fine. Currently she was dressed in a modest summer dress that hung just above her knees and canvas flats. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail which she had secured with a baseball hat.

She waved to the group. There was her brother Herm. His given name was Hermes just as her given name was Cassandra. Her parents had been obsessed with mythology and she always glad they hadn’t gone with Medusa or a similar appellation. Herm was older than her by 10 years but he looked much younger. They had been blessed with good genes. He had the same auburn colored hair, cut short, dark eyes, and a ready smile. He maintained his athletic figure even though he was starting to get a small spare tire. He was dressed in a baggy t-shirt, shorts, and sandals. Beside him was his wife who was also his high school sweetheart, Jean. She was shorter and more plump but definitely not overweight. Her hair was blonde and currently had a streak of dark red. She was similarly attired as Herm. On either side of them were her nephews. Paul, the older at 19, was taller than his father at 6 foot and an inch or two, but otherwise could have been Herm when he was younger. He was a handsome man, athletically built, and wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off his sculpted chest and arms, and shorts that really accentuated his muscular legs. She tried hard not to notice the print of his cock, but she could feel her face glow a little red. Paul was on the soccer team at university and had played since he was old enough to join a team. But he wasn’t just a jock. He was in the top 10 for his high school class last year and was on the dean’s list at the university. He was brains and braun, and he always had girls hitting on him. Her other nephew, Mark, was just slightly shorter than Paul and built like a football player. He would be a senior next year, 17 years old, and as smart as his brother. He was hoping to go to university and play football, maybe go pro, but even if he didn’t, he was already an honor society member and taking AP classes.

She hugged each of them and exchanged pleasantries. Yes, her flight had been good. No, she wasn’t hungry. Yes, she wanted to get to the house. She was looking forward to swimming in the Atlantic and spending some time in the sun. They had rented a house on the beach for the week and she was looking forward to a week of sun, water, and relaxation. She hoped she might meet a hot young guy but she didn’t tell her family that. Her ex had been adequate in bed but they hadn't had sex in over a year. She wanted to get with a hot man who could make her see stars like some of the men she had fucked before she had met and married.

Paul grabbed her luggage and the five headed to the parking garage. Herm and Jean got in front and Sandy found herself sandwiched in the back seat between Paul and Mark. Their bodies pressed against her in a not unpleasant way and she found herself slightly turned on by their manly scents. “God, I really need to get laid if I’m getting turned on by my nephews!” she thought to herself. Fortunately, the drive was short and they were soon enough at a lovely gingerbread Victorian. She was immediately impressed by the house. It was a dream home for her. She always had loved Victorians and this had been kept in beautiful condition. She could see and hear the ocean just beyond.

She got a tour of the house and shown to her room. There was a window that looked directly onto the beach which she stared out of for several minutes before unpacking. The queen bed was covered in a nautical themed quilt. She had an ensuite half-bath but would be sharing a main bathroom for showers and bathing. The whole of the house was lovely and understated. She was glad to not find any tacky decorations. She thought it would be a wonderful week.

In his room, Paul pulled out his cock and slowly stroked himself. His thoughts were on his aunt whom he’d had a crush on as long as he could remember. Seeing her walk out of the airport in that dress with her gorgeous legs on display had him instantly hard. He hoped that she hadn’t seen that while simultaneously hoping that she had. When he’d hugged her, he was sure she would have felt his hard manhood pressed against her. He’d forced himself not to press harder against her. Then the car ride, feeling her pressed against him. Smelling her. Feeling her leg pressed against his. He'd wanted to put his arms around her. He’d wanted to run his hands along her shapely legs up between her thighs. To feel her snatch and slide a finger between her lips. The fantasy was enough to bring himself to orgasm and with a moan, he shot his load onto the hardwood floor. Coming down, he hoped that he wouldn’t embarrass himself the next several days. He wanted her but he was trying to be realistic. She’d never seemed to look at him that way. The fabled kissing cousins was just a fantasy. He contemplated leaving his seed on the floor and perhaps casually inviting her to see the view from his bedroom window. Would she notice it? Would she comment about the size of the load? Instead, he grabbed a rag and wiped it up, then changed into a swimsuit. This was going to be a long week and he knew it wouldn’t be the last load he’d be cleaning up.

Mark heard Paul’s moan in the room next door and knew that his brother was jerking off. Again. When they were younger, he’d listen intently at the wall that their bedrooms shared. He loved the sound of his brother pleasuring himself. His desire, his secret wish, was to be there. To watch Paul as he rubbed his cock. To see the cum shooting out of his cock. If Paul had ever asked, ever even hinted that he had an interest, Mark would have happily been on his knees ready to catch and swallow his seed. Mark didn’t consider himself gay. In fact, Paul was the only guy he felt this attraction to. He had a girlfriend back home and they fucked regularly but he still desired Paul in ways that he just couldn’t understand or explain.

Sandy grabbed one of the bikinis she’d packed for the trip. This one was dark red with a pattern of small white dots. She slipped them on and looked at herself in the full length mirror. Her breasts were only a B cup but the top definitely made them pop. The bottoms hinted at her pussy without making it obvious. She loved how they made her ass look. She had a little bit of a stomach pooch but considering, she thought she looked delicious. She had changed with the curtains open. She had seen some guys out by the shore and it made her wet to think they might be able to spy her changing. She doubted that they would be able to see anything even if they were looking but she enjoyed the feeling of it. She’d been a little exhibitionistic in high school and college. The college had a naked run every year and she was the first of her friends to strip and go. She loved the feeling of being naked outside. She loved knowing that strangers were looking at her and probably fantasizing. She loved watching the frat boys and athletes, their hard bodies, tight butts, half hard cocks, and balls proudly on display. She even enjoyed seeing the other women. She had “experimented” of course. It was nice but she preferred a hard cock.

If she weren’t here with family, she thought, she would probably sunbathe nude. She still might go topless at least near the house. She thought about the guys outside, their eyes on her as she rubbed lotion into her skin. She rubbed her clit through the fabric of her suit thinking about it. She looked at the mirror again and realized that her nipples were poking against the fabric of her top. She had to stop herself from rubbing her clit until she came. Time for that later.

Grabbing a towel, she went out the back and down to the beach. The sand beneath her feet was warm from the sun. The ocean breeze was cool but welcoming. The crashing waves beckoned her. She spread out the towel and run up the shoreline. The cool water rushed over her feet and she giggled with pleasure like a young girl. Up the beach to the north, maybe 50 yards away, she saw a younger man also standing at the edge of the water. He was looking out at some others further out. She studied him while trying not to seem like she was. He was average build and she guessed about 6 foot tall. He had dirty blond hair cut in a shag. Shirtless with board shorts. His body was not bad. He could have been an athlete in high school and then let his body go. He gave off a "frat boy" vibe.

As she watched, another young guy approached from the house behind the man. This man was much more to her liking. He was maybe an inch or two taller than blondie but probably 50 pounds lighter. Dark hair cut short and a closely trimmed beard. He had an athletic, runners build. Strong but not broad chest. Muscular arms. A flat stomach. Well turned legs. He also was wearing board shorts but his accentuated his nice ass and made her wonder what they hid underneath.

The two talked and she saw blondie point out towards the others who were swimming a good 100 yards out. The dark haired man saw her and blondie turned to look. She felt self conscious and nervous as the two started walking towards her.

"Hey," the dark haired on said as they got closer. He smiled which lit up his face. She could see that he had a small patch of dark hair between his pecs and a dark trail of hair leading into his shorts.

"Hey," she said and looked away shyly. God, she hated these rituals that women had to do. She looked back and smiled at him. His buddy was right behind him and she could see his eyes moving up and down her body. She found his gaze pleasing even though he wasn't the one she was really interested in.

"I'm Dave," the dark haired one said. "This is Andy." She waved.

"Sandy," she replied.

"We're renting the house down there," Dave said pointing over his shoulder. "Just got in today. Are you from around here?"

"I'm here with my family," she said. "We just got in and I had to get my feet wet."

Dave explained that he, Andy, and four others had gone in together to rent a house for the week. They were fraternity brothers from University of Tennessee. "Frat boys," she thought. "I was right." Dave invited her to visit them later but she thought just her with a house full of college guys was probably not the best idea. Yes, she wanted to get fucked but she didn't want to be the only woman in a house full of testosterone filled boys. At least not until she knew them better.

"Thanks, I might take you up on it later," she said. "I'm here with my two nephews," she added. "The older is a sophomore in college and the younger is a senior in high school. Maybe we can come down later and hang out for a while."

Dave smiled at the pretty young woman. She was older than he had expected but she had a body like a brick shit house. When she mentioned her nephews, he realized that she was also smart. A woman as hot as she was in a house full of strange guys would certainly cause hesitation. Of course, he knew that two of the guys were gay and in a relationship. He didn't press it. He hoped he would get a chance to see what was under that bikini but he was raised with manners and three sisters.

"I hope we'll see you all later then," he said and he and Andy walked away.

Paul watched from the shade of the back deck as the guys walked away. He had been ready to run out if his aunt had needed it. He especially watched the dark hair guy. "Just my type," Paul thought to himself. Paul had figured out this past year that he enjoyed having sex with other men as well as with women. He didn't have a lot of experience with men. Yet. He watched him until he could no longer see him.