Family Fun at the Lake

Hi everyone, I'm back after a long hiatus with a series that I'm really enjoying writing as a kind of therapy. This story may or may not be inspired by real events, you decide. But seriously, I like trying to make my stories as real as possible, so I would appreciate constructive feedback, feel free to leave a comment or message me if you want to chat and give tips on where I can improve.

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Lia held out her hand and said, "Enchanté."

I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, to greet someone like that.

"Very, uh, nice to meet ya," I said back, taking her hand. Her fingers were long and delicate. Did she play violin? Or piano? I imagined her fluttering through parties across Europe and beyond, clinking martini glasses with men in white suits and black ties. Where ladies wore sparkling dresses that glinted like champagne. I was just eighteen, so those kinds of things seemed pretty distant and may as well have been in fairy-land.

Later, I remember her laughing. A delightful throaty sound, her head thrown back. It seemed a little masculine but not overly so.

A skinny man who looked like a hippie sauntered up to us, his patterned shirt unbuttoned to the middle. "This is my father, Theo." He winked at me and his smile draped with a big, luxurious mustache. He was not unhandsome.

"Wyatt," I said, he shook my hand warmly, his arm still around Lia's waist. The three of us made small talk briefly.

It turned out they had spent a lot of time in Europe, and Asia. I wondered what brought them to all those places, but they were evasive. Eventually, the topic turned over to nude beaches.

When I said I would love to go to one, they shared a look. Theo whispered something in Lia's ear and she smiled. His arm was

Eventually, we drifted apart and the rest of the evening slipped by like beach sand through fingers.

When it was time for me to leave with my family, Lia reappeared. She stood in front of a young man who had his arm protectively around her.

"Hope to see you again," she said.

I saw her later on, in my mind's eye. Her hair, her face, her eyes. I closed my eyes, trying not to think and wonder about her, and about the boy she was with.

When school came around the next week, I was telling my friend Mark. When I said her name, he made a face.

He said, "Not Lia James?"

"I think so, her dad's name was Theo." My dad had said he'd known a Theo James when he was in high school.

Mark still had that odd look on his face. "Yeah, I wouldn't mess around with her. She's weird."

"She didn't seem weird to me," I said, shrugging. "What do you mean? Weird how?"

"I don't know. I've heard some stuff."

"Ehhh, I don't know," I said. "They both seemed really nice. I think she had a boyfriend anyway," I said. But suddenly, there was something about the memory that put me on edge, but I figured it was just Mark's strange reaction. Some sort of weird masculine "self-preservation".

"What kinds of stuff?"

"They say, well, I don't have it on good authority, but they say the Jameses are close. Like, really close." He let the thought just sit there.

People said all kinds of things and there were all sorts of rumors about people around town and the world. If someone didn't like you, saying "Their family's close" was kind of a go-to accusation. "Well, I don't know," I said finally. I didn't spare much of a thought about it. The conversation shifted, but his remark stuck with me. Mark wasn't really one for gossip, and it cooled off my enthusiasm, somewhat.

But then, a couple of days later, I was in the grocery store with my family, and we ran into Lia. As far as I knew, the James family lived nowhere nearby, so it was a little unexpected.

"Heeyyyy," she said, coming up to me as soon as we saw one another. I did my best to keep my cool. "It's, um, Wyatt, right?"

Her dad followed behind her, pushing the shopping cart up the aisle, and his big mustache smiled.

"Oh, hi, Lia, fancy meeting you here," I said.

She was wearing a polka dot skirt and a tube top. Everything Mark said evaporated away. We chatted, while our parents exchanged pleasantries, and then wandered their separate ways. She was going camping. She said I should join them. I swear she kept looking at my lips. Hers looked so soft, so perfect.

"You have to come with us some time!" she said.

"Oh, I'm, uhh, I'm not much for camping, I mean, I haven't really done a lot of that kind of thing."

"That doesn't matter, we'd love to have you come with us," she said. "We". I noticed she had said "we".

I was just plucking up the courage to ask for hers, but then she asked for my number.

So we exchanged them and then she gave me a big hug, and kissed me, on the cheek. Dumbfounded, I watched her walk away, her ponytail and skirt bobbing as she went. When she went up to her dad, they kissed, on the mouth, then walked out of sight. I looked for them in the parking lot, but didn't see them amongst the rows and rows of cars.

I kept thinking, about that kiss, naturally. Was it weird for a daughter to kiss her dad on the mouth like that? Hell, yes. Well, most of the time. But then I started to think, maybe that's not what happened. Maybe she'd kissed him on the cheek. And it wasn't anything sexual, just a quick peck anyway. Maybe what I thought I saw wasn't what happened.

Then one day not long after, she called.

"Hey Wyatt," she said. "Know who it is?"

"Hi Lia," I said and she giggled.

We talked for a while, about innocuous things. I was buzzy and excited. It felt special and though at the back of my head, I had some questions, particularly about that kiss I may or may not have seen, I figured it was still worth at least getting to know her.

"We're going, my dad and I, up to the lake. Summer's coming and it's going to be hot."

The only lake I knew of was at least an hour's drive away.

"Can you swim?" she said. "Do you like going swimming?"

"Yeah, I like swimming," I said. "Especially when it's hot."

I thought of Lia in a swimming suit.

"We're staying up there for the whole weekend. You should come with us."

I didn't need a lot of persuading.

So the next weekend, I waited outside while a nice, sleek-looking car pulled up in my drive.

A positively gorgeous dark-skinned lady got out of the front passenger seat. She was tall, and curvaceous, wearing an elegant and stylish swimsuit, with a see-through wrap or cover up, that only accentuated the sexiness.

"Well, hel-LO, Wyatt!" she said as she came right up and hugged me, her long bright nails tickling as she touched the bare skin on my arm. "I'm Lia's aunt, but you can call me 'Jesse'," she said, shaking my hand. She didn't look like she could be related either of them, so I figured she must be a close family friend.

Lia popped out of the car, her smile bright, her hair pulled back into the same ponytail.

"Oh, Wyatt, it's so good to see you," she said, holding me for a long ment, her body pressed against mine. I felt the stirrings of an erection.

Jesse smiled knowingly, looking to the car, where I saw Theo sitting in the driver seat, a big stogie type cigar in his hand on the steering wheel. His shirt was colorful, bordering on garish, and again open down to his navel. He looked ready for a wild night on the town.

Lia and I got in the back of the car, after we took my bag and put it in the trunk with the others. We sat on fancy leather seats, I looked around at the plush interior.

After I said my hellos, we drove off. Lia and I chatted, about the music we liked, our favorite movies and all that.

At one point, though, Theo said, "You ever see 'Spanking the Monkey'?"

Jesse laughed. I said no.

"How about 'Hotel New Hampshire'?"

I said no again.

Lia smiled and stroked my arm, encouragingly. "It's okay, those aren't my favorites, either," she said, her blue eyes staring into mine.

"Do you know who Kay Parker is?" said Jesse.

I thought for a moment, and shook my head. Was this some kind of a test? It definitely seemed like something kinky but I didn't know what. The tension in the air was thick.

"Who is 'Kay Parker'? Is she related to 'Peter'?" I said after a few moments.

Lia shook her head, still patting my arm in encouragement. "Ummm, no, she's got nothing to do with Spider-Man, Wyatt."

We turned off the main road and passed through a nondescript gate that we had to open and then close behind us. But it wasn't long before we broke over a rise and then the lake lay there, stretching out in front of us. It looked so calm and cool, and inviting. We bounced along the dirt road, wreathed in clouds of dust.

A little clearing came into view, and a cabin, nestled amongst some leafy trees.

"We're here!" Theo announced as we pulled in front of it, and we all got out and unloaded the car and went inside.

One large room greeted us, where we all dropped our things on the beds, which were conspicuously pushed together in the center of the room.

"Well," Theo said, "This is it. Anyone ready for a dip?"

He took off his shirt, and helped Jesse take off her wrap, while Lia bent over to push off her skirt, in full view of the rest of us. Theo then made a similar show of bending down to push off his own shorts and he was completely naked underneath.

"Oh, I see," said Lia and then she untied her bikini strap, letting fall to the floor, apparently taking the dare.

Everyone laughed at my open-mouthed expression, and I found myself laughing along with them, albeit a little more nervously.

Jesse leaned toward me and said, "You don't have go without, it's up to you."

Then Theo, his arm around Jesse's waist and his manhood hanging and swinging freely, opened the door and escorted her towards the lake.

Completely without shame, Lia walked past me to the door, her breasts bouncing. "C'mon, let's go join them," she said.

I don't know what it was I was feeling then, kind of excitement and also maybe apprehension in equal measure. As we got to the water, Lia made a great show of untying her bikini bottoms in front of me, and dropping them to the ground. Now she, like Theo, was completely naked.

I could see Theo doing the backstroke, his privates out for all to see. It looked like he maybe had at least a semi hard-on already. Jesse was a little slower, still wading in, and wincing at the cold water as it rose up her body.

Lia made to follow her, and shot me a glance, still completely unashamed, her arms at her sides. Then she dove gracefully into the water.

I looked down at my trunks and if I say this was a difficult decision, you don't even know the half of it. But it was like something took a hold of me and I put my hands firmly on the waistband of my swim shorts and right then and there, I decided to throw caution to the wind.

I still think back about that moment, and right now I'm trying to remember the exact thoughts that were going through my head, but all I can say is I think I was ready. I was ready to embrace almost anything and everything that might be to come. I was a kid from the 'burbs who didn't know anything, I hadn't thought about sexuality, or even what that word even means. But I knew I was ready to go fully outside my comfort zone, and these seemed the perfect kind of people to be with to do something like that.

My time with them had already been intoxicating.

Lia told me later that I had a determined look on my face as I shoved my swim shorts down, baring all. I jumped full force into the water to join them.

Just ahead of me, Lia was backstroking out to join the others. Our eyes met and I remember she gave me this kind of appreciative look. I had never in my life been skinny dipping feeling the cool water against my naked body, it was so elating.

But what happened in the next few minutes, we were all just frolicking and playing. Having fun.

Soon after, Jesse decided to join the naked party, slipping out of and then clambering back onto shore to fling the wet swimwear out of the water.

After a little while, Theo said, to Lia, "So are we going to...?"

"The... thing? The little ritual?" she said.

And as she swam alongside, her naked body became briefly, sometimes tantalizingly visible. And these short glimpses of bare skin and privates was even more arousing somehow.

"What... what kind of a ritual?" I said, a tremor in my voice. Jesse seemed as interested in an answer as I.

Lia looked back at us as we all floated in the shallows, and took on a bit of a scholarly tone. "In ancient Egypt, many peoples practiced a variety of fertility rites." Lia leaned back on her father, and he held her, her head resting gently on his chest.

Theo added, "They would go down to the Nile, and everyone would get into the river, to have sex. They'd cum into the Nile."

"That's why," Lia said, staring intently at us, "they believed everything was so bountiful, so lush. Like spawning salmon, they'd shoot their loads, right into the water. Sometimes they wouldn't even have sex, I think. The women would sometimes just stand over the men, probably dancing and gyrating, making everyone good and horny, while the men lay watching, jacking off."

So here we all were, naked in the lake and talking about sex... and ancient history.

But all I could think of at that moment was that Mark had apparently been right. These were some pretty kinky people.

That's when Lia crawled over and started kissing me, passionately. Her hands were roving all over me, and her tongue explored my mouth. My world became our two bodies, lying there in the cool water, positively soaking up the sexually-charged atmosphere, literally swimming in it.

I clutched at her desperately, all those hidden desires, and curious perversions spilling up and out of me in that moment. Her warm skin next to mine, my engorged member sandwiched between our bodies, as the waters of the lake we were submerged in sloshed and splashed between us. I didn't know it yet, but Theo and Jesse were up to much the same, but soon I felt their hands upon us at the same time. The next thing I knew, I was kissing Jesse, her breath hot on my face, and then watching as she kissed not only Theo, but Lia, right in front of me.

It was all happening so fast, I could hardly believe it was real, it was so incredibly erotic.

So suffice it to say that we were all pretty hot and bothered, and I think ready to get down and dirty like the ancient Egyptians, when we all heard a sound.

It was the (thankfully) far away and tinny sound of a jet ski, like the world's angriest mosquito, plying at the waves. That was how I found out that we weren't entirely alone at the lake, but then of course we weren't.

I could tell it was somewhat unexpected for the others as well, as it put an immediate halt on the festivities. We all stopped making out and groping one another and tried to hide our naked bodies underneath the rippling water.

The jet ski was far away, buzz-buzzing this way and that, and eventually went around a bend and the sound subsided.

"Shall we, you know, take this inside?" Theo said, and I felt my heart thudding in my chest. So we got up out of the water, collected our things and ushered ourselves inside and shut the front door.

We stood there, dripping wet, as we retrieved our towels, drying off hastily and then before I knew it, the four of us were sprawled out on the beds, whose edges had been largely pushed together so that they all formed one really large bed. The utility of which wasn't lost on me.

As Lia lay back, to be the center of attention it seemed, waving all of us to crawl forward and join her, all I could think about was how many times they had brought someone out here, to come and participate, and to cum with them.

I did eventually get an answer to that, but right now, my vision was taken up darted across a panoply of skin and beautiful bodies in front of me.

Lia was on her back, her legs slightly spread, while Theo had climbed forward on his hands and knees and approached her sex. He took in her scent and then began to work his mouth on her mound, luxuriantly circling his tongue around her clitoris, not quite touching it, teasing her. She stroked his shoulders and put her fingers through his longish hair, encouraging him with each half-sigh and small moan.

Then she looked up at us, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, and waved for us to surround her on both sides. We dutifully moved into position, and I stared across at Jesse, who stroked and ran her fingers all along Lia's body, lingering on her nipples and neck, kissing at her ears and erogenous zones.

I, nestling on the other side, felt my hands trembling as I tried to follow suit, lightly grazing my fingertips up and down and all around her body, around and over her breasts, over the delicate and now deep red of her nipples and areola, feeling the soft smooth texture and the relative bumpy around and on the nipple.

Lia cried out as her father gave her more pleasure, sucking and playing and tonguing her clit, sometimes slipping his tongue along her labia again teasingly, her hands grasping and clutching at our backs in response as he worked upon her lovingly.

I watched in amazement, my hands still roving around, while Jesse across from me had one large breast in her hand and she was alternating from sucking her own nipple (it hadn't even occurred to me that someone could do that!), and then Lia's. So again I followed suit, playing with my own nipple (which was surprisingly sensitive, and pleasurable-- at this point I was learning so fast) and sucking on Lia's other. The sensations for Lia must have been intense.

I felt Lia reach down and grab a hold of my rock hard cock, taking it skillfully between palm and thumb, and stroking me in long and slow, languid motions. As Theo continued to work his mouth upon her, Lia would turn and kiss me passionately but also with a kind of trance-like abandon, caught in the throes of a kind of ecstasy that I could only guess at.

She would pull away to kiss or suckle at Jesse, and one time I opened my eyes to see both of them licking one of Jesse's nipples at the same time, then enclosing it between them in a passionate kiss. I had always been turned on by orgies and group sex, but judging by this, the possibilities for different kinds of pleasure seemed endless.

What I didn't realize or couldn't have known, was how true that notion actually was, and I was about to find out.

Lia had kept playing with me, and I felt like putty in her hands, almost literally. She stroked me, and her movements were so precise; using the precum on her fingertips to just keep me ready and yet not ready to blow my load. The sensations were exquisite.

She played with Jesse's clitoris, which was sizable, and at first I thought I was seeing a tiny cock. I had seen vulvas before, but this, for me this was something new.

Then Lia started to cry out, I wasn't sure if she was reaching orgasm or not, but her hair, which was still damp from the lake, flew this way and that as she writhed in utter enjoyment, her brow furrowed, her eyes clamped tightly shut. I felt her hand scratching at me, grasping hold tightly almost pinching in her frenzy.

Then Theo got up, wiping his chin and adjusted, and Lia's elevated pitch relaxed and fell gradually, like a leaf falling down and down.

"Oh my, oh my, oh my," she was saying, over and over.

Meanwhile Theo, had gotten up, and seemed to be kneeling before her, and we could plainly see like me he was rock hard, and he took his manhood in his hand and used the tip to play with her, rubbing its big swollen head around and over her.

Watching something like that, up close, it was incredibly arousing and fascinating. Both Jesse and eye took in the sight of him playing with her like that, our eyes studying them greedily.

But somehow, knowing the relationship was so taboo made it all the more electric and stimulating. We kept wondering, was he going to press it in, and start fucking her, his own daughter?