How &&^&^$^ boring could life be? We were on vacation in Thailand, staying at a house my parents had rented for six weeks. I don’t know why we had to be there so &&^&^$^ long but, my brother, two sisters, and I were stuck in the middle of Southeast Asia with nothing to do but snorkel and sunbathe.
My dad travels the world as some kind of multicultural ambassador for his company and mom usually goes with him, leaving the four of us at home with a legion of servants, valets, and nannies. Yeah, we have money, old money; we have an ancestral history that is older than the country. James and Janet (our parents insist we call them by their given names) decided that they needed time with their four children so here we are.
It’s hard to imagine the two of them ever &&^&^$^ but in just over three years our mother had four kids, me, 14 months later my twin sisters, Heather and Margo, followed quickly by the youngest, my brother Steve. It was two months past my 21st birthday when we got hauled off to celebrate my brother’s coming of age.
Three of us, me and my sisters were already attending the same Ivy League college that my family had attended since Christ was a schoolboy. Steve had just turned 18 and graduated from high school, hence this trip; to commemorate the fourth and final child reaching adulthood. It took only a few minutes to realize that for the six weeks we would be isolated from any major form of civilization. We were in a small village; the closest large town was over two hours away on a one-lane hard-packed dirt road that turned to a very long mud hole when it rained, which was often. The setting was magnificent, the amenities excellent but we were on the ocean’s edge of the country, surrounded by tropical jungle. With the exception of our iPads and Smartphones, our social lives wilted rapidly in the withering heat.
And we stood out. The Thai people are not giants on this earth. The average height of a Thai man is about 5’5, the women are much shorter. My family was large compared to the local citizenry. I stand exactly 6’, the twins are both long and leggy at 5’10, and brother Steve towers over the three of us at 6’3. I didn’t think an 18-year-old could get that &&^&^$^ tall but he grew and filled out into a fine physical male specimen. He sure as !&&* never had a problem finding a girlfriend. In fact, all of us were blessed with good genes from three hundred years of careful breeding between smart beautiful women and strong, rich, physical men.
Few activities didn’t involve water at the vacation house. We had boogie boards, wave runners, snorkel and diving gear, and a boat for skiing or fishing. On land, we were limited to tennis, beach volleyball, a freshwater pool, or hiking through the jungle. It took almost two full days to get bored.
On the fourth day of our vacation, Steve and I tried to pick up on some local !&^&^ but it didn’t take long to find out that most of the women were very unappealing. There were a few young, pretty, sexy girls but they were being watched very carefully by their families; this wasn’t New York where a girl could go on a date unescorted and do whatever the !&&* she wanted. The village didn’t have a whore house, the closest brothel was at the end of the long muddy oxcart trail. My brother and I agreed we were quickly becoming frustrated. The girls had a slightly different problem, as usual, they were the focus of attention, but the mosquito cloud of short, black-haired, brown-eyed admirers didn’t appeal to my sisters anal !!%@ videos
Our isolation from our friends and our own environment forced the six of us to unite and bond as parents and siblings. For two weeks we enjoyed our parent’s company and I realized that as a family in New York, we had started to drift. My sisters were becoming more independent, my little brother had his life to lead and I stayed busy with other interests. The time alone with the family was rebuilding and cementing our familial bonds again. Maybe we were stuck in Nowheresville with nothing to do, but our father knew what he was doing when he rented the isolated house. He organized the get-together before Steve went out on his own; this was a family ritual when we graduated high school.
But it only lasted two weeks. James got a call; there was an emergency in Melbourne Australia he needed to respond to. Janet had never been to Melbourne so she packed her bags and the two of them left that night, not knowing if and when they would be back. We siblings were left in Thailand with four weeks to go on the leased vacation bungalow. We didn’t feel abandoned, we were used to the sudden departure of our parents and we weren’t so spoiled rich that we didn’t know how to cook or care for ourselves. Within hours of their leaving, Steve, Margo, Heather and I settled into a routine that would see us through the next month.
It started during a Monopoly game the second night after James and Janet left. Margo was buying a Railroad when Heather said to her, “Let’s go swimming.”
Margo looked around the board then back to her twin, “OK,” she spoke to me, “Keep the game, we’ll be back in a while.” My twin sisters have a psychic link; they think the same things at the same time without saying anything. The two of them got up and scampered out the door to the beach, I could see them stripping off their shirts and shorts as they ran to the water. By the time they splashed into the waves, they were naked. I looked at my brother who was staring out the door at our sisters slapping water at each other in the bright moonlight, “That’s interesting, think we could join them?” He glanced at me and nodded nude cam 69
Steve and I stripped in the room then ran to the water; my $!^& was flopping in the warm night air. He and I dove into a wave just a few feet from the girls and swam past them to neck-deep water. When I found the bottom with my feet I turned and looked at Margo, “Can we join you?”
Margo laughed, turned to her sister and said “Do you see that? Those two &&^&@*@ are naked!”
She smiled wickedly when Heather reminded her, “Yeah? Well, we started it.”
I didn’t feel embarrassed nor did I sense that the other three were uncomfortable by our mutual nudity. Steve cupped his hands and threw water into Heather’s face, she shrieked, “My hair! You dick, you got my hair wet!” She threw herself into the next wave with enough force to splash the rest of us and in seconds we were all in a water battle.
We romped in the water and on the beach for almost an hour, enjoying the night air and our own company. I’d seen my sisters many times in postage-stamp-sized bikinis before but never naked so I was enjoying the view of their long sleek bodies. They didn’t have large pendulous breasts; their tits were soft-looking mounds rising firmly from their chests. Their tits stood proudly with strong nipples standing from the brownish aureole. They were pert and I guessed it would be 20 or 30 years before they started to sag.
Their bodies were long, slender, and athletic; hourglass-shaped from their shoulders to hips. Their waists were small enough that I could have put my hands on each side of either sister and my fingertips would meet over her stomach. From the flat expanse of their trim tummies, the V form of their pelvis’ drew my eyes lower to their pelvic area. Both Heather and Margo were almost completely clean-shaven so that their pubic hair wouldn’t stray around the legs of their scanty swimsuits. I could see the start of their vaginas where they dipped and curved between their thighs. My sister’s butts were rounded globes of firm flesh that begged attention. Their @%^!* announced to the world, ‘I am woman, look at me.’ And I looked. The cheeks of their glutes curved over to the top of long, well-formed legs. At 5’10, both had a lot of leg to look at.
As I mentioned earlier Steve was a well-developed young man himself. He played football and basketball in school which keeps him muscular and solid. I stay fit by workouts and athletics in college. I’m not as tall as my little brother but my body is every bit as attractive to women as his. All together the four of us naked on that beach would have been a great photo op for the Thai Tourist Department.
Despite the intimate surroundings and the lack of clothing, I wasn’t sexually affected by my sisters’ nudity. We played for a while then went back into the house. Nobody made a big deal out of what we had done, it was almost as if we had been playing naked our whole lives. Almost normal.
From that night on none of us felt the need to hide our bodies behind clothing if we didn’t want to. My brother, sisters and I started snorkeling, diving, and sunbathing nude, completely comfortable with each other. I didn’t mind, I enjoyed looking at Heather and Margo even though they reminded me that I missed the girl waiting for me at home. My texts and messages to her over the days became more erotic as my libido grew more restless. The first time I thought of my sisters sexually was five days after we stopped wearing swimsuits. I was going to the bathroom when I went past their partially open bedroom door, I caught a snippet of conversation and paused to listen.
Margo was complaining to Heather, “I haven’t gotten laid in weeks, I need some $!^& doggy style anal !!%@
Heather replied, “I haven’t seen anybody around here that I’d want to screw, everybody is either too old or too local. I want someone at least in our generation and doesn’t have brown eyes and stands taller than my tits.”
Margo chuckled, “The only two guys around here like that are Mack and Steve. Maybe we should get them to bed.”
When my sister said that, my hearing began to fine-tune to what they were saying, “Hmm, now that’s a thought. We already run around naked together; we wouldn’t have to &&^& around trying to take clothes off, sometimes that can be a nuisance.”