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How could I refuse?
My sister had two expensive tickets for a private bus tour through Southern California. It was the romantic kind of tour where couples would be taken from destination to destination on a large bus. And suddenly I was being pressured to go with her.
Let me explain: Our family has always been adventurous. Meaning, we traveled a lot, especially when Christine and I were young. Christine’s then-boyfriend was well aware of that fact, and he surprised her with tickets for a 3-day tour.
However, plans changed when Christine discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. He begged for forgiveness, saying the secret relationship didn’t mean anything, but Christine wasn’t the forgiving type (especially when it came to cheating). He even gave Christine both tickets as a goodwill gesture.
Christine refused to take him back, but she didn’t want to waste the tickets either. Plus she was genuinely excited for the trip, which included fun outdoor activities and beautiful scenery. She couldn’t take any of her female friends because the tour was for couples only. And she couldn’t take any of her male friends since it would send mixed dating signals.
Our parents overheard Christine asking me to go, and they encouraged me to accept, even though I persistently refused. Our parents felt it would be good sibling bonding time since Christine and I rarely hung out.
So, I was offered the other ticket, and I couldn’t refuse.
To get to the location, we took a short train ride, followed by a short cab ride. The meeting location was a small ranch with a lounging area for guests and a moderately sized parking lot. The ranch itself wasn’t part of the retreat. It was merely a gathering place to start the bus tour. It was hot and painfully early in the morning.
When we got out of the cab, I carried my stuff, and my sister pulled her luggage and carried some small bags.
We went inside the small ranch building and saw an elderly lady behind the receptionist desk.
“Good morning,” the lady said with a super friendly smile.
We both said hello to the lady and made small talk for a while. She was extremely polite and I could sense that the trip was going to be a lot of fun.
“You’re here for the tour retreat, I’m assuming,” the lady said.
Christine grabbed the tickets from her purse. “Yep, I’ve got the tickets right here. We’re very excited about it.”
“Are those things coming too?” the lady asked, looking at our pile of stuff.
“Of course, why?”
The lady had a confused look. “Well, I’m not sure why you’d be needing all that. Do you know what kind of tour this is?”
“A couples retreat, right?” my sister replied.
“Yes, but, what’s inside the luggage?”
My sister looked equally as confused. “My clothes obviously.”
“Oh dear,” the lady gasped with an awkward expression on her face. “This isn’t exactly the kind of retreat where clothes would be needed.”
My sister squinted her eyes. “Excuse me?”
“This is a nudist retreat, dear.”
Christine looked at the tickets, then she looked at the old lady, then she looked at the tickets again, before turning her attention back to the old lady.
“That’s not mentioned anywhere on the tickets, or the brochures we looked at. Are we in the right location?”
“We don’t advertise the nudity for legal reasons,” the lady replied. “The laws can be very bizarre for this sort of thing. Only fellow nudists would know about a tour like this.”
“But, but, we’ve come all this way. The tickets are already paid for. Is there any way my bro…I mean…my boyfriend and I, can keep our clothes on?”
The lady gave a deeply sympathetic expression. “I’m so sorry dear. But this is purely a nudist retreat. And we don’t make exceptions, otherwise it would ruin the atmosphere.”
“Oh gosh,” Christine sighed.
The old lady reached across the desk and put her hands on Christine’s hands.
“It’s okay, dear. I’m sure you must be shocked. Believe me, you’re not the first couple who’s made this mistake.”
“What happened with the other couple?”
“They talked about it. Eventually, they decided to give things a try. Before long, they were hooked on the lifestyle.”
“That won’t be happening with us,” Christine said, shaking her head.
“I know it can be tough at first. But why not think it over? The tour bus won’t leave for another two hours. That’ll be plenty of time for you and your boyfriend to discuss things.”
The lady genuinely wanted us to experience the nudist trip. And by the look on my sister’s face, I could tell she was kind of interested.
Christina and I left the small office area and went outside.
“What are we supposed to do now?” I said when we reached the parking lot. “How come you didn’t know?”
We carried out stuff with us, and it was getting heavier by the minute. No one was around, so we were able to freely complain.
“Hey, you read the same tickets and brochure. None of this was listed. So don’t act like this is all my fault.”
“But Küçükköy Escort still, this was your trip.”
“My ex-boyfriend’s trip,” she clarified. “He was the one that bought these tickets, not me.”
I calmed down for a second. Christine was right. There was no way she could have known, especially since the nudist thing wasn’t listed on the ticket or brochure.
“You’re right,” I acknowledged. “I mean, it’s not like you’ve done this sort of thing before.”
Just then, Christine gave a shy little smile and a half shrug. It sort of implied that she had some level of experience with this stuff.
“You’ve done this before?” I asked.
“Sort of,” she reluctantly admitted. “A few months ago.”
“And you never mentioned this earlier?”
“Like I said, the nudity thing wasn’t listed on the tickets or brochure.”
I gave a soft sigh. “So now what?”
Christine thought for a moment. The look on her face wasn’t very serious. She wasn’t upset about the dilemma that we were in, at least not as much as I was. She seemed a lot more carefree about it.
“Well, we’re already here,” she said. “We made the trip this far. The tickets are already paid for. And we’re not expected back home for a few more days.”
There was an expression on her face which showed that she was up for anything. As always, when Christine made up her mind, there was no changing it. She was always a very stubborn person. She was someone who always got her way.
“So you actually want to go through with this?”
“Yeah, why not?” she shrugged.
“It’s a nudist trip. Remember? They won’t make an exception for us.”
Christine gave me a condescending look. “Have you ever seen a naked woman before? Have you?”
“Sure I have.”
“More than one?”
“Sex?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
It was getting uncomfortable, but I could see where she was headed with her questions.
“That’s usually part of it.”
“I thought so,” she replied. “And these women you’ve fucked, were they college aged, athletic, and pretty- like me?”
“Damn right,” I proudly replied.
“Then it’s settled. You have no problems with female nudity. So the question then becomes, do you have a problem with male nudity?”
“I’ve seen plenty of that in the gym.”
“It looks like you’re all out of excuses,” she said in a conclusory manner.
“Yeah, but you’re my sister.”
“You’ve never wanted to see me naked?”
Her question caught me totally off-guard. I felt like a huge pervert and I couldn’t admit that I wanted to. But by the look on her face, she already knew the answer.
“That’s not important.”
“Of course it’s important,” she replied. “Think about it like this: You finally get to see me naked. Plus, you get to see a bunch of other women naked. Plus, we get to do a whole bunch of fun outdoor activities. Best of all, everything is already paid for by my asshole ex-boyfriend.”
She had a point. As impulsive as Christine could be, it was hard to argue with her on this. While I was thinking, she added one more thing to make my decision easier:
“No one will ever know,” she said. “It’s better that way. Not our friends. Especially not our parents. No one, except us.”
That was it. The deal was too good to pass. I agreed, and Christine flashed a big smile and gave me a suffocating hug.
Next came the hard part. Christine and I were allowed inside the ranch area, towards a small locker room where the guests could get naked and store their clothes.
On the way to the room, we saw the other nudists from a short distance away. It was a surreal sight for me. Although I don’t think my sister seemed to mind. The other nudists were simply hanging out, enjoying some drinks, having conversations, and getting to know each other. They were absolutely unabashed with their naked body parts. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them. And in many ways, I kind of admired that freedom.
They waved at us when we passed by. And we waved back. They seemed like really friendly people. What made things a bit awkward (more than it already was) was that they were mostly seniors in their 60’s. Christine and I were both in our early 20’s. By decades, we were the youngest of the group.
The casualness of everything helped to ease my fear that I might accidentally have an erection, which was the worst case scenario for me.
However, when we went to the locker room, we encountered another problem. The lockers were too small to store our luggage. Obviously lockers are meant to be small, but my sister and I hadn’t considered where we would put our stuff.
“Great, now what?” I asked.
“We’ll just have to take our stuff with us on the tour bus.”
Unfortunately, we couldn’t leave our big luggage at the ranch because they didn’t want to assume responsibility for it. At least that’s what the lady at the front desk had told us.
“Okay, now onto the next obvious problem,” I said, addressing the big thing that was Küçükköy Escort Bayan lingering over us.
“My tits are a problem?” she playfully replied to lighten the mood.
“Not necessarily. I’m sure they’re great.”
She shrugged jokingly. “I like them.”
“Would you be bothered seeing my cock? This is really weird.”
“It’s all mental. Trust me, I’m sure that every cock I’ve seen looks exactly like yours. And every chick you’ve slept with has a body like mine.”
“So you think it’s going to be that casual?”
“It’s that easy,” she replied nonchalantly.
“Okay. If it’s that easy, then you go first.”
“Such a wimp. It’s all about being confident in yourself. I know I look good. I work hard on my appearance. And frankly, you’re not so bad yourself. So, I’ll show you how a confident woman does it.”
Christine wrapped her fingers underneath her top. She prepared to remove her top, and I braced myself to finally see her tits. But she froze. Her fingers froze. Suddenly, the confidence in her face was gone.
“Well?” I asked.
“Holy shit, you’re right. This is super weird.”
“Glad you finally figured that out, genius.”
“Hey, you could have stopped me, but you didn’t.”
“Should we just go back home?” I suggested. “It’ll save us the unforgettable humiliation of being naked around each other for days.”
“And miss out on this fantastic vacation? You saw the brochure several times. Don’t tell me you aren’t interested in those activities.”
“Yeah, sure I was interested- when I thought clothes were involved. I didn’t know that it was for nudists.”
“Don’t be such a closed minded person. The human body is the most natural thing in the world.”
“Okay, then show me,” I said, almost in a dare.
She froze for a second. “I can’t.”
“And why not? You just said that nudity was so natural.”
“It’s different. We’re related.”
“Earlier you said it wasn’t a big deal. That it’ll just be between us, and no one will ever know about it.”
Deep down, I enjoyed throwing Christine’s words back at her. It was always fun giving her a hard time, because she always enjoyed doing that to me.
“Enough bullshit already,” she said defiantly. “Let’s get undressed. We’ll do it at the same time, so it’s fair.”
This time, I was the one who froze.
“Wait, you’re serious?”
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
With that, she pulled her top off and stood in her bra. Her body was nicely toned, perfectly tanned, with nice small boobs. It caught me completely off guard, and my jaw nearly dropped.
“You weren’t kidding.”
“Look, I know this is super awkward,” she said calmly. “How about we turn around and undress. Then when we’re done, we both turn and face each other- the exact same time. That way, it’ll be less awkward.”
“Sounds like the most reasonable plan under the circumstance.”
“Let’s get started.”
Christine turned around, and so did I. The sound of my sister undressing was surreal, because it soon meant that I would finally see her naked. But of course, I had to live up to my end of the bargain. I undressed, which was fairly easy because I only wore a simple outfit. I stood naked. My nerves were building. Finally, I heard my sister stop undressing, which meant that she was done.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
I was getting even more nervous. I was completely naked, and I was about to show her my body. And I was about to see her nude.
“Okay,” she said. “On the count of 3. 1…2…3…
I turned around, naked, and I saw my sister holding a towel over her naked breast and vagina. Her eyes bulged. She looked at my bare cock and I quickly covered it with my hand.
“What the hell?!” I fumed. “You’re covered!”
“Pretty nice cock you have.”
“Should I get dressed or what?”
“I’m only teasing,” she replied. “I wasn’t sure if you were actually going to be naked or not. I didn’t think you would actually do it.”
“Well, I did it.”
“I see that now. Fair is fair.”
Christine dropped the towel and stood completely nude before me. I finally saw her tits. And they were glorious. They were nice and perky, and they curved upwards at just the right angle. Her small pink nipples protruded proudly. Her crotch was cleanly shaven. She had a strong bikini tan line, which I was sure would be gone after this nudist trip.
“Damn,” I managed to speak.
“Like what you see?” she replied, playfully raising her arms to pose.
I snapped out of it and got back to reality. And the reality was, she was my sister, and it was incredibly inappropriate for me to gawk at her beautiful bare body.
“Let’s put our clothes in the locker,” I said. “The tour bus should be leaving soon and I don’t want us to be late.”
We gathered our clothes and put them in the locker. When I stood next to my sister, I couldn’t help but notice how sexy her body looked. It became abundantly clear that the awkwardness between us was only beginning.
Being Escort Küçükköy naked around the older nudists wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t bad at all. They were all so friendly and inviting. Several of them made small talk with us. The hardest part was the initial appearance. Stepping out of the locker room nude was the most unusual thing I had ever done in my life (alongside getting naked in front of my sister). But in a strange exhibitionist way, it was also kind of exciting and liberating. I quickly understood the appeal of nudism and its glory.
My sister engaged in casual conversations with several of the older ladies. It seemed like they adored her, and they told her a few times that she was very pretty. In the back of my mind, I definitely agreed.
At 9 am sharp, all of us prepared to board the large tour bus. Christine and I were the only people who carried large luggages. Unfortunately, there was no room in the storage area. Our luggages wouldn’t fit.
I gave Christine a look which said, ‘Why would you bring so much stuff? Why? Was it really necessary?’
She simply smiled at me and turned away.
As the nudists boarded the tour bus, our problem was quickly solved by the bus driver. The last two pairs of seats in the back of the bus were empty. That meant, we could place our stuff on the two extra seats, and we could sit together in the remaining two seats. Problem solved- or so I thought.
It was tough loading everything by myself. The bus was cramped and I had to struggle carrying the stuff inside to the backseat. After two quick trips to load our stuff, I was done. And I was exhausted.
I sat by the window in the back of the bus. It was strange feeling my naked body on the seat. I was used to feeling clothes against my skin, but I had to get used to being naked. I immediately tried to relax, while Christine adjusted the luggages which consumed the pair of seats right next to us. When she finished, she smiled at me and looked down at the extra seat.
“It’s gonna be a long ride,” she joked.
“You’ve got that right.”
My naked sister sat next to me. I couldn’t help but glance at her naked body up close again. At that point, I was sure my sister didn’t mind. She likely enjoyed having me admire her nude body. There was a slight smile on her lips every time she knew that I looked at her tits.
Just before the bus left, another situation arose.
The nice old lady from the ranch wanted to give everyone extra supplies for the trip. She told the driver to wait, because since it was such a hot day, she wanted us to have extra boxes of water and juice.
So, the bus driver carried the extra boxes to the back of the bus. He asked if we minded, and we, of course, said no.
The bus driver piled more boxes to the back of the bus, and before we knew it, my sister was pushed closely to me. We were literally forced to sit with our naked bodies touching each other. There was no other way.
“Both of you look so comfortable together,” the bus driver noted with a sincere smile. “It’s always nice to see a young couple so in love.”
I wanted to say, ‘But she’s my sister,’ but obviously I couldn’t, or else we might have been thrown off the bus for being incestuous perverts.
When the bus driver started the engine and drove, my sister turned to me, and our faces were mere inches apart.
“Looks like this trip is going to be even longer than we expected,” she said playfully.
She wiggled her bottom as our bare legs were touching. There was no room to move away.
The long road trip had started. The large bus was much louder than I had expected. It was difficult to carry a conversation from the noise of the powerful engine, so most people remained silent, except for the occasional small talk.
As the trip went on, most of the older nudists began to doze off and sleep. There wasn’t anything better to do, plus everyone had woken up early that morning.
I eventually got used to feeling my sister’s body pressed tightly against mine. Our arms and legs were pressed together in a weird way. The brightside was, I got to take occasional upclose glances at her nipples, crotch, and sexy legs. Once again, she didn’t seem to mind.
My sister stood and reached over the boxes to get her phone, which was in her bag. By doing so, I got a terrific look at her shapely ass, and even a quick glimpse of her asshole. I wasn’t sure if she did it on purpose or not, but she sat back down and began typing on her phone. With nothing better to do, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. It was a long morning, and I was already tired.
Before I could doze off, my sister tapped my shoulder and showed me the screen of her phone:
is this vibrating bus making you horny?
When I looked at her face, her eyebrow was raised, and I couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.
“This isn’t funny,” I whispered in her direction.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny. It’s a serious question.”
Even though my sister spoke in her normal tone, I was sure that no one could hear us talk because the bus engine was so loud.
In a miraculous state of bad luck (or good luck- depending on how you look at it), the box next to us started leaking.
Nothing serious. It looked like fruit syrup. The old lady had given us juice, pastries, and some other stuff that we didn’t need.
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