Day 1 It was a family vacation. Maggie sat in the backseat as they headed down the California coast. Everyone in the small family was there. Her father, her mother, and her brother. She hadn't seen much of them in the past several months. Not since she moved to San Francisco for art school. She wanted to be a fashion designer. Or anything in the field of fashion. Her younger brother lived at home and attended a nearby university. And since they had time off for summer, they decided to go on a trip together, down to the nice resorts of Southern California.
This story is based on an actual event. It was previously published under another name and title on this site, but has since been removed. What follows is a shorter, slightly changed version. It still takes a while to get to the nude parts. Thanks for reading. As always, comments are encouraged.
The first time I saw my sister naked, I remember my knees trembling and my throat becoming suddenly dry. Pictures of naked women abounded on my password-protected computer, of course, but to this point in my life I had not seen a real naked woman. Maybe when we were both younger, we had inadvertently seen each other but it was certainly not anything either of us remembered. Our normal childhood was just like any other. But even at a young age I do remember being aware that my sister, who I was not supposed to notice sexually, was quite a stunning creature.
His Sister likes to talk dirty to him and her brother likes to watch her undress. After terrible illnesses my parents died within a year of one another. Both had lung cancer from chain smoking for 50 years, consequently, neither my sister nor I smoked. Even though I'm saddened by their deaths, I'm glad that they went quickly, didn't linger, and suffer in pain. A bit morbid, insensitive, and disrespectful maybe to admit it, but we were lucky that our parents died relatively quickly and didn't require the round the clock medical care in a nursing facility. Had they needed long-term, intensive healthcare, the state, after taking what little money they had, would have taken their house, too. We were relieved that their financially burdensome medical care didn't last any longer than it had. The house was the only thing they had and the one thing that they always wanted my sister and I to have. With the help of a family friend, an estate lawyer, we transferred the house in our names, several years before, not only to save on inheritance taxes but also to, hopefully, protect the house from the state taking it.