[beachbum_61]

I’m not sure exactly how I stumbled onto this thread. I know I didn’t come here deliberately. Frankly, except for a SIL, who I would pay cash money to see naked, there is no one in my Family I want to be Exposed or Expose myself to. Saying that, I have really enjoyed the stories and if my family had more situations like you folks described, I would have hunted down this thread earlier. In fact I have enjoyed this thread so much I feel I should contribute something. While I don’t have any family escapades worthy of sharing, I do have a couple of experiences with two cousins of a now former girlfriend. Not technically family, but if you will grant me a little leeway, I will share them with you. One has nudity, but absolutely no sexual content. The other has a little of both.

Background:
I was born and raised in a tourist beach town. We locals were very popular with friends and relatives who didn’t live close to the beach, but like most of the locals we had to work so others could have fun. My girlfriend at the time (my first serious relationship) had two cousins living 3-1/2 hours away that visited all the time during the summer. They weren’t sisters, but actually cousins that grew up together. I’m not quite sure of the family tree, but I think it was three sisters who all had daughters within a year and a half of each other.

Since the beach was the primary draw they would spend most of their days there, or sunning in the back yard. Depending on my work schedule, I would go with them to the beach or hang out at the house so I got to see all three of them in various states of dress and undress. While their mothers may have been close, the three cousins were about as different as you can get. Pat, my girlfriend, was tall, athletic with dark auburn hair. She was beautiful, but still a mass of insecurities. She really craved attention and loved to show off. She had a nice body and would wear very tight shirts and show a lot of cleavage (always with a nice bra though). Running shorts were in fashion then so she would wear them high enough to show a little butt cheek. Nothing terribly revealing or risqué, just attention grabbing sexy. Tracy, her youngest cousin, was just flat out cute. Petite with a round face, long brown hair, engaging smile and very nice high riding breasts. She was also very shy and tended to avoid me for some reason. At the beach she would put her blanket on the far end. If I came over to the house and they were in the yard sunbathing, she put on a shirt on over her bikini. Around the house she was always covered. She never wore anything low cut and all her shorts had inseams. No Daisy Dukes for her, but even covered up, she really was cute. Angie really wasn’t, not at all. She was skinny, completely flat chested with red hair and freckles. And what she missed in looks she made up for with a total lack of social graces. She was sweet and had a really good heart, but didn’t have a clue and could be annoying without meaning to. She wasn’t ugly, it was more like her features didn’t really complement each other. And when she was around Pat and Tracy, which was all the time, the difference was magnified. She was also way over sexed, boy crazy and a virgin. She tried to dress sexy like Pat, but couldn’t quite pull it off. She was opposite of Tracy. She wanted to be around when I was there. She was always watching me and wanting me to pay attention to her.

Story # 1 - Tracy’s Story
One of the weekends the cousins were in town, I was working night shift at one of the larger beach bar / night clubs. The girls as usual went at the beach that day and were supposed to come to the club later that evening but never did. I stopped by the house after I got off just to check on them. I found out later that they had been drinking at the beach then when they came home to clean up before going out they started making daiquiris. As you may guess they were very drunk. I found Pat lying in bed on top of her covers, fully dressed with a trash can beside her. It hadn’t been used, but at least she was ready. Angie was on the other side of the bed in a similar state. Then I went to look for Tracy.

I found Tracy in the bathroom. She was a mess. She had thrown up and had it all over her, on her clothes, in her hair. I got her up and started water in the tub. Unfortunately she couldn’t take care of herself, and I couldn’t leave her like that. It didn’t take much convincing to get her to take off her soiled blouse. She couldn’t unbutton it herself so I had to. I took her pants off as well. I got her to her feet and there she was in nothing but lace bra and even lacier panties. It was a matched set in off white. You could almost see through them dry and I was sure that wet they would be transparent. Any other time I would have loved to have caught her alone like this, but right then not so much. I told her that her bra had vomit on it. It did. She reached up and tried to undo it (it was a front hook). She was even having problems with it. She stopped with her hands on the clasp and looked at me then said “Now don’t you molest me!” I laughed and told her truthfully that was the last thing on my mind. She said “ok”, then pulled her arms back, stuck out her chest, and lifted her head up “you do it”. It was a comical pose. After a slight hesitation I unhooked the bra and pulled it off her shoulders. I couldn’t help staring. Her breasts were absolutely beautiful. Round, full and firm, with small eraser nipples on quarter size areolas. They were probably only a B or small C, but on her small frame they look bigger. Unfortunately the smell of vomit interrupted the viewing. I helped her into the shower and reminded her about her panties. “No, don’t leave. I need you”. That was true. I reached down to help her with her panties. “Nope, they stay on.” I told her that they would get wet. “I don’t want you to see my va-gi-na!” she whispered pronouncing all three syllables. I chuckled “OK”. I steadied her with one hand and switched the faucet to the shower.

Trying not to get completely drenched, I had her put hands on the far wall while I shampooed her hair. I alternated between washing her hair and making sure she stayed upright. After I was sure her hair was clean I had her turn around and used soapy hands to get her neck shoulder and arms. She raised her arms so I washed her pits. “I’m still dirty”, she giggled and yes she still had some in her cleavage and down her side where it had been washed out of her hair. So I added more soap and proceeded to wash the rest of her, breasts, stomach, hips and legs. All the time I kept cursing the “Irony Fairy” that here I was living out a fantasy and could get no pleasure out of it.

After I was sure all the vomit was down the drain, I shut off the water and got her a towel. Instead of taking it, she put her arms straight out so I proceeded to dry her off head to toe. Again I cursed that winged trouble maker since drying her legs and feet placed me nose to crotch. It confirmed what I already knew, the panties were in fact transparent when wet and that she was a natural brunette. I sat her on the toilet seat and went to get her night shirt. I knew she wore an oversized football jersey that came to her knees. I helped her get it over her head then wrapped her hair in a towel. I walked her to the couch where she slept when she stayed. “My panties are wet”, she said. “Yes they are” I replied. “I can’t sleep in wet panties.” I waited but she didn’t move so I kneeled down and carefully reached up her shirt and pulled down her panties making sure I didn’t lift the shirt too high and see her “va-gi-na”. “Thank you” she said properly and sat down on the couch. In a slow roll, she laid down to the side, lifting her legs in the air, spreading them, deliberately giving me a lovely unobstructed view before lowering them on the couch and pulling her shirt down. “Oops! You saw my Va-gI-na!” again pronouncing all three syllables and giggling. I laughed too and tossed a light blanket over her.

I checked on the other girls once more. They were both sound asleep. I tossed a blanket over the two of them and left. They were all three pretty miserable the next day, Tracy maybe less so. She looked at me and went beet red. I knew she remembered everything. I smiled at her, but never said a word about that night until right now. The other girls never knew. I never saw her naked again, but from that day on she was much more comfortable around me. She never covered up in her bikini and if she was just in bra and panties and needed to go through the room when I was there, so be it.