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My wife arranged a beach day with a group of friends and I was going to be arriving late because I had to do a couple hours work. This also worked well for my wife's sister because she would need to leave late as well so we travelled together. Since I had come straight from my office I was not dressed for the occasion, sis-in-law was similar. The beach was a long walk through a thick forest from the closest parking, but opened up to a beautiful hidden gem. The bright hot beach was quite a contrast from the cool dark forest. A great discovery for sure but not a place that had picnic tables or garbage cans let alone any change rooms. We greeted everyone in our overdressed state and asked if there was any place to change. Unlike us, they all arrived dressed for the beach and didn't know of any place but my wife directed us back to an outhouse at the tree line that might work. We found it and it was pretty gross. I would have been able to put up with the smell, but I did not want to step on that floor with bare feet. Sis suggested that we step out of view of the outhouse into the woods. It was easy to find privacy but not easy to find dry ground, it was slightly damp everywhere that was off the trail. She spotted a flat rock that was basically ground level and just big enough for one person to to stand. She that suggested that we could take turns. I let her go first and turned to stand a respectful distance away and turned my back.
Moments later she revised the plan, "Hey can you come here and help?". I came back and she was standing in her bra holding her shirt in one hand and her towel, bikini and sandals in the other. "Can you hold my stuff? There's no place to put it down." I grabbed her things and she kicked off her shoes and began to wiggle out of her tight jeans. I would have turned around but she kept talking with idle chit chat so I thought it was polite to keep facing her. The panties were mostly dark blue with some see through black trim and matched the bra. She handed me her pants, then her socks, then her bra. Unlike my wife's lovely B cups her sister has much heavier hangars and the bra had been hard at work holding them in a perky position. Her nipples were also quite different with larger areolas and a flatter nipple. She then gave a rub of relief to the spots where the underwire had pressuring these large specimens all morning. "Can you pass me my bikini?" she said as she slipped her panties down. Of course I stared, and unconsciously hesitated in stunned silence. She dropped the panties on top of the clothes bundle that I was carrying and acknowledged my delay, "Hey don't make it weird, I'm your sister now". and she started to pick through the pile to find the bikini buried within. She continued to make small talk while she put it on and did all the lady adjustments. Her downstairs was well groomed but still had hair so she made sure to adjust her bottoms to be nice and straight so that no hairs were showing on either side. She then pulled up each boob while pulling the top out which gave each one a little lift. She then grabbed all the bits from my arms and rolled the jeans around them in a tidy package and d****d her towel over her shoulder. "Ok thanks, your turn."
I took her place on the rock and I handed her my towel that had the bathing suit wrapped in it. Kicked off my shoes, stuffed one sock in each shoe. Then I hand her my shirt, all pretty normal so far. Then I hand her my pants, it's about to get weird. Standing in just my underwear she's still facing me and carrying on with small talk "I think I'll jump in the water right away, I'm so sweaty". I wait until she has located my swim shorts before I drop the rest. I have to admit that I was a little nervous about how my guy would look down there but I was happy to see that it appeared completely flaccid but had received enough excitement that it was much bigger than it typically was at any given moment. Instead of unrolling the towel to get my swim shorts she was trying to pull it from the end, but I must have done a fairly tight wrap because it would not come out. She stops the task at hand to take my underwear from me so I take over trying to pull the shorts out. It felt like a long time because I was naked, but I bet it was only seconds before I grabbed the whole thing, unrolled it and finally covered up again.
We walked back the beach, she carried on like it was nothing unusual. My wife asked "How was the outhouse?" I told her it was not great and we didn't even use it. I told her we found a private spot in the woods, "We took turns" I added, not clarifying what that meant.
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