The Secret Beach

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My apologies to those of you who have waited patiently for the next episode of The Robinsons. I have a short attention span and also suffered writer’s block and so, as per some advice I read, went off to write something else, hence this story.

This tale merges my favourite kinks of incest and water sports so don’t be offended when you get to those bits.

Everyone in this story is over 18.

Please leave feedback, good or bad it’s just good to know people are reading what you write.

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“Mark, how are you getting on, are you nearly done?” Mum barked up the stairs.

“Yep, just finishing off now,” I replied.

Mum had been really antsy over the last week or so, and I think everyone sensed it. On the face of it there was no real reason why she should be, this was the same family holiday we had been taking for years, however I suspected, and I hoped that I knew the reason for the change and my stomach churned and my cock hardened as I thought about what might be to come.

I zipped shut my suitcase and mentally checked off that I’d done everything and had everything that I needed. It wasn’t a long list but I knew that in my current mental state I had to be more careful than usual. My head and heart were full of nervous excitement and, as I realised I was reluctant to admit, there was even a good chunk of fear about what this trip might bring.

We had been holidaying in Lakones on Corfu for years, really for as long as I can remember. It was a typical Greek village, white painted houses scattered in a tight but ramshackle pattern around a small village centre and, as you went down the hill towards the sea, the buildings gave way to a solitary path that led down to possibly the best beach in Greece. We loved it here and it seemed to like us too and we had great holidays year after year.

We have always been an active family and always on the look for something to break up the two weeks of sun and sea ‘relaxation’ that, after about 8 days, started to drag and that was why we discovered sea kayaking.

We went on our first guided outing when I was around 15 or 16 and, for the first few years, we were taken out by Andreas the young owner of the hire shop. But once he got to know us, and once he was comfortable that we weren’t going to drown at sea, he allowed us to explore on our own. And so it was, that by the time I was 20 we were hiring kayaks by the hour and setting off unaccompanied to explore the coast of this beautiful island.

We would paddle furiously to start with, hugging the glorious beach at Platakia with its neat rows of coloured sunshades and sunbeds glistening resplendent in the strong Mediterranean sun. Their unnatural prime colours contrasted with the whites and greens of the town and mountains behind. We would always set off east as this avoided us crossing paths with the yachts and motorboats that used the nearby marina and the easternmost section of the beach was informally a nudist section and, as we paddled by, I would always make sure I was last in the flotilla so that I could try to rubberneck for a glimpse of finely toned and tanned tits or ass. But even as I was breaking my neck, seeking the sexual stimulation that my ever-ready cock sought, it wasn’t really the beautiful young women parading on the beach that commanded my thoughts. The person who had become the primary object of my desires was in a kayak like mine and she was just ahead.

I think of myself as unusual, not because I was sexually obsessed with my mother, I rationalised that many young men feel the same, but that I could name the exact moment when my obsession began. My mum became the burning object of my desires in an incident that is emblazoned in my memory and will be for a long time. In fact, I’m scared that when I’m old and senile I’ll be blabbering to my carers about my Mum’s silky green panties and they will either realise that I’m a pervert or think I’m mad; neither were particularly appealing options.

Let me explain…

A couple of years ago, when I was 18, I sat in the living room playing my PS3 on the ‘big’ TV, something I was only allowed to do when Mum and Dad were going out. I was engrossed in the game when I became vaguely aware that someone had come into the room behind me. I glanced backwards and suddenly the world stopped turning, my head spun and everything else dissolved into the background.

Mum stood with her back to me, she wore one of my dad’s light blue work shirts that hung not quite low enough to cover her panty covered ass. Her bright emerald green panties were pressed tight to her perfect rear with the merest hint of lace cutting a delta across her toned cheeks. And stockings, fuck me she wore stockings! Cream, lace topped stockings that seemed to hold themselves in position like magic, her slim tanned legs wrapped in the silkiest most alluring fabric my teenage mind could imagine. My cock lurched against my pants, I made a strangled coughing istanbul escort sound and she turned around.

The view from the front was even better, the shirt was barely buttoned and her breasts stretched the material. It was stretched so tight that I thought the buttons might pop, ‘please let the buttons pop’, it was gaping showing the valley beyond and her hard nipples pushed hard against the thin cotton. The front of her panties were pressed tight to her sex and my eyes lingered longer than was proper as I took in the view.

“Fuck me,” I whispered to myself but it was enough to catch Mum’s attention.

“Sorry Mark, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was… err… looking for something,” she said, not bothering to hide anything or cover herself up.

I realised later that ‘err… looking for something’ was incredibly vague and she seemed to have no idea what that ‘something’ was, but as all of my available blood was rushing away from my brain and flowing to another demanding organ I didn’t make any connections.

“I… it’s… I…OK,” I mumbled incoherently, as my eyes roamed from her panty cover sex to the nearly popping buttons.

The moment seemed to last for minutes as she stood there letting me take in the view but suddenly she spun and walked out of the room.

“I’ll probably find it later,” she chimed as she disappeared from view, seemingly pleased with the effect she had had on me,

As far as I was aware I hadn’t had any fetishes before that incident, my sexual tastes were fairly vanilla. But suddenly, in that one moment, I had developed a mommy fetish, women wearing men’s shirts fetish, emerald green panty fetish and stocking fetish all at once. I have no idea why she had dressed like that, when I saw her going out later she wore a lacy summer dress, no stockings, no shirt, she couldn’t even be wearing the emerald green knickers as they would have been highly visible through the lace sections of the dress. But nevertheless, she had dressed like that, she had paraded like that in front of me and she was now responsible for my newly found suite of sexual fantasies. As soon as I was sure they weren’t coming back I rushed to her bedroom and sought out the panties and stockings from the washing basket and, well… I’m sure you can imagine the rest.

Anyway, back to the holiday…

Over the years our kayaking skills got better and we got more confident as we pushed to explore further and the year I turned 18, the first year we were allowed out on our own, we launched determined to make the most of our freedom from Andreas. The sea was particularly still and we were particularly brave; venturing much further along the coast than we would normally dare. It was on this trip that we discovered the ‘secret beach’.

We’d worked hard to keep up a good pace and we’d been paddling for a good 3 or 4 hours when we rounded a small spit that we’d previously spotted from afar but had never managed to get to. Beyond this jutting headland we discovered the prettiest beach that I could imagine. It was genuinely tiny, no more than 20 to 30 meters across, perhaps 10 meters deep and towards the rear there was a slight rise and fall of grassy dunes that quickly gave way to steep grey cliffs which made it inaccessible except from the sea. We beached and pulled our kayaks onto the near-white sand.

“Wow!” My dad exclaimed. “This is beautiful, what do you think?”

I glanced around the beach then looked to Carly, she never let me forget that she was the oldest, even though it was only by a year, and I often found myself naturally deferring to her. I waited for her to speak so I knew what I should think.

“Yeah Dad it’s amazing,” she said with a voice full of the sarcasm she’d perfected during her teenage years.

I joined in taking Carly’s lead, “Yeah Dad, awesome,” I said, only slightly toning it down.

“You two! Come on, open your eyes, open your minds, take this in, this is perfect!”

I looked around, he was right, the blond sand, the glistening azure sea, the sun beating down, all of that did make it idyllic, but that didn’t stop my jaded teen brain from kicking in.

“Perfect for what?” I snorted, as I tried to imagine what being on this tiny beach could offer over the naked delights of the beach we had just left.

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by mum noisily pulling down the zipper of her life vest. She shrugged it off her shoulders and tossed it to the sand. The site as her bright red bikini-clad breasts came into view was enough to cut me short. I had seen them many times, in fact I had seen the same view only a few hours ago, but there was something about the way she revealed herself, something about the isolation of this beach, something about the way she stretched that made this feel different.

My mouth opened as if to say something else but I had nothing, my jaw hung slack as she settled into the sand and started searching for the sun lotion in the istanbul escort bayan sack seemingly oblivious to the effect she was having on me.

Dad chuckled “I take it that we’re OK to stay a while, eh?”

I nodded dumbly in response.

And that’s how it started. On our own, on our private beach, isolated from the rest of the world we pushed the boundaries of normal family behaviour. In the early days there wasn’t anything overtly sexual but there was lots of suggestive behaviour which got more daring as time went by.

We used to make our way there every few days; Andreas even started to give us a bulk discount. It didn’t take long before mum started to go topless and last year when Carly turned 21, she joined her. Bang! There was another fantasy to add to my growing list, my sister’s tits! They were so different from Mum’s, Mum’s were glorious whereas Carly’s were, well… pretty. They were small but perfectly formed and sat high on her chest, her nipples were delicate pink buds with virtually no visible areola, they suited her slim lanky form perfectly.

Mum often went topless and back at the resort I would always position myself so I had a view, but in the rarefied, secluded, atmosphere of the secret beach, their near-nakedness seemed to have greater impact and take on new meaning; it was if they were displaying themselves just for me and Dad.

I remember the first time I saw them both topless together, it was a young man’s dream and my eyes wandered seemingly for minutes between Mum and Carly’s breasts. I could feel my cock responding as I stood admiring their pert breasts and erect nipples, it never occurred to me to question why they might be so erect, but on reflection, I realised that they probably found this arousing too. My shorts were tenting and it was obvious that I had an erection which, under normal circumstances, would be something I would be mortified to allow them to see, but again, in this place, it felt OK, as if it was a natural thing to happen.

On another trip, as we settled into the sand, Mum asked me if I needed suntan lotion on my back. We had always applied sun cream to each other but in this place, Mum’s sun cream massage felt strangely sensual. Gone was the perfunctory slap it on and rub it in and, as she rubbed her hands together to warm the cream, I sensed her hesitation, seemingly relishing what was to come and when she gently placed her hands on my back the contact felt different, I felt a spark of something and, as she smoothly massaged the cream into my skin, I felt my cock respond.

As much as these little incidents raised the sexual tension they were nothing compared to what happened in the middle of our vacation last year. We’d been laying on the beach chatting for an hour or so when Mum and Dad shot each other a look. It was obviously a prearranged signal and they both stood up and announced that they were going for some ‘private time’ and they walked off and disappeared behind the dunes. It was a thinly veiled excuse for them to have beach sex and they left hand in hand. Carly and I looked at each other and giggled as they disappeared over the low dunes.

“Shall we sneak and watch them?” she asked once the giggles had passed.

I gave her a shocked look; I couldn’t believe she would suggest that. “What no, why would you say such a thing?”

She just laughed, shook her head and lay back into her towel, her nipples pressed hard to the material of her bikini top. I felt my cock stir.

When they returned they both had that ‘just fucked’ look with Cheshire-cat grins. They smiled at us as they walked straight into the sea where it was obvious that they were cleaning off.

“Enjoy your ‘private time’, did you?” Carly asked as they walked out of the sea.

“Yep” they replied in unison.

“It’s OK for you, but out here there’s no one for me to enjoy any private time with other than him,” she said nodding dismissively in my direction.

“Nope” they replied, laughing at some private joke as they settled into their towels.

And that’s what last year’s holiday had become; our private beach, our games, the atmosphere thick with a sensuous air, the charged sexual atmosphere as Mum and Dad fucked a few meters away and me having to relieve myself as soon as I got back to the privacy of our hotel bathroom. But this year it felt like it would be different.

I normally had my birthday a couple of weeks after we came back however this year we were going later and so we celebrated my birthday yesterday; I was now 21. The excuse for moving the date was that we no longer needed to take our break during the university holidays and so we could go at a less expensive time. I didn’t buy that and I knew that it was about going when I was ‘of age’ and no one tried very hard to convince me any differently. I felt, I hoped, that something special might happen on our private beach, that it might move beyond hints and glimpses of things to come, escort istanbul and that’s what scared me. It wasn’t a fear of what I hoped might come; it was the fear that I had completely misread the situation. I was terrified that the spark when Mum applied suntan lotion, the lewd display of breasts, that were ‘just for me’, was nothing more than normal behaviour just warped, into something it wasn’t by my rampant hormones and that I would make a fool of myself by doing something stupid and reacting inappropriately.

And so it was, that as we walked towards Andreas’ place to collect our kayaks my stomach churned with worry and my cock twitched with expectation. I’d been watching everyone closely all morning, looking for some hint of whether I had read this right or not and, to be honest, I was disappointed. Other than an impatience to get to our beach I couldn’t see anything different on this trip. In fact, Mum was wearing a pair of swimming shorts and had already put her wet suit top on, I’d rarely seen her in anything other than a bikini but not today; maybe I had misread the signs. The shorts were very short, little fluorescent pink things, but they definitely covered her ass better than the bikini she normally wore and with her breasts hidden too I felt a twinge of disappointment.

Dad and I walked at the rear chatting as we went. It was one of the things I loved about our family holidays, it wasn’t just about the potential for titillation, it was about how close and open we became with each other. Without the distractions of work and study, without the constant interruptions of social media we grew closer.

As we walked my eyes drifted to Carly’s arse and I became mesmerised by the jiggle. She was a fine looking woman, about 5’3″, super slim and at the bottom of her back she had two dimples to either side of her spine just before the swell of her perfect ass cheeks. I used to obsess about running my hands over those dimples and into her pants and it was frequently a source of ‘inspiration’ for my wanks. Her breasts were small and sat high on her chest above her toned abs. I don’t know whether she struggled to buy bikini tops small enough but they always seemed to hang slightly in front of her breasts. It meant that if I could get at the right angle, as I often tried, I could see down her top to her pert pink nipples. Even as we walked and talked I pictured what they would look like exposed to my gaze on the secret beach and my cock twitched again.

Dad snapped me out of my reverie. “That’s a fine-looking ass, eh?”

“What, who, what, err?” I responded rather lamely.

“They’re both beautiful, but I rather got the impression you were staring at your sister’s ass,” he interrupted.

“What! No, no I wasn’t,” I lied

“Really?” He questioned with his eyebrow raised and as we looked at each other a broad smile crossed his face.

“Well…I suppose…yeah, I was, to be honest. It is a fine ass though, they both are, don’t you think?” I admitted with a resigned shake of my head and a shrug making a joke of it.

“Yeah, yes I do,” he said in a conspiratorial whisper so they couldn’t hear.

I relaxed as the camaraderie of admitting we liked their curvy arses settled my nerves a little.

A few hours later we were pulling our kayaks up onto the beach. It had been hard work, the wind and the sea both seemed to be against us but we all seemed to be determined to get there; we were sweaty and panting as we fell into the sand.

“That was hard work,” I panted as we all stripped off our life vests, desperate for the cooling breeze.

Dad shot Mum a sideways glance. “It was,” he replied, “I hope it was worth it.”

Mum seemed to lock eyes with him and he nodded imperceptibility, it was obviously some sort of signal and she straightened, grabbing the zip of her wet suit top, and slowly pulled it down.

I groaned, hopefully silently, as her bikini-clad breasts came into view. Her bikini top was so small, almost nothing more than a couple of small, red, triangles of cloth covering her nipples. She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slowly slipped them down too. She was bent towards me and so the full magnificence wasn’t revealed until she straightened again. I groaned again, this time definitely not silently, as I took in the vision. Her bikini bottoms matched her top perfectly, a bright red triangle of cloth hid her sex from me but it was so thin, so small that she was barely hidden. As she straightened she held her breath and waited for the earth to swallow her or to be struck down by God, when that didn’t happen she started to breathe again.

Dad grabbed her hand, “Come on Julie let’s go cool off,” he said pulling her towards the sea.

As she spun and her ass came into view I gasped again. From the back the bikini was even more revealing, tiny strings of red material disappeared between her perfect rounds and reappeared tied in a neat bow at the sides.

“Wow!” Carly exclaimed as they disappeared into the sea.

“Wow indeed!” I agreed. “No wonder she wore those shorts”.

“Fucking hot though, don’t you think?” she said with a sideways glance at my tenting shorts.

“God yes,” I growled through the tightness gripping my throat.

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