Timeshare

This year, we just happened to get the week after the 4th of July.

My family, and me have been going out to the beach, for as long as I remember. So long, that when I came back, I even dreamed about living in a Condo like that, when I grew up. Okay, so it was just a 2 bedroom, and 1 bath, so my brother and me had to share.

It was on summer, so it’s not like we had to take turns in the bathroom quick before breakfast, and then get to school. It was a vacation, time to relax, get some sun, and swim, get away as a family. That was the only problem with sharing a room in the timeshare, until the summer when he was 13, and I was eleven.

Even though he was a couple years older, and ahead in school, we ended up starting puberty at the same time, and while we’re making sandcastles on the beach, I noticed he was a little distracted, whenever a lady walked by, in her bathing suit.

That’s okay, I was enjoying the view, and for the first time really, I appreciated some of the tanned muscular men walking around topless. Some of them in groups, other couples like mom, and dad, but the younger ones, I guess.

Mostly college guys, it’s summer vacation for them too, and whenever they stopped to throw a frisbee, or a ball, around, I got to watch their muscles work, and shake when they jumped up to catch it. There was an Ultimate Frisbee match, which is like Football with a frisbee instead.

I remember Timothy getting in the water, when he got up to fill the bucket. Some ladies walked past, talking to each other in bikinis with towels around their waists. So, he had to hold the bucket up in front of his crotch, and then he got in the water. Sat down so it was up over his waist, and filled up the bucket like that, instead of just bending over like we usually did.

So, I teased him when he got back, about having to “Cool your nuts in the water?” That’s how I said it, and then I started singing “You got a boner, you got a boner!” Until he pushed me and said “Quit it.”

Then, we dug down deep enough to get to the water under the sand, and built up a wall around it, but he kept rubbernecking. swiveling his head to follow every lady that walked by with tits showing in a bikini or other kind of revealing swimsuit, with his boner under the water in our little pool. Since the castle was finished, I kept watching the men walk by, and especially the couples. Holding hands, going for a long walk on the beach, his tanned muscular body, until I had to move Tim.

“Move over,” to cool my crotch in the water. “You’re hogging all the water!”

“Why don’t you go for a swim?” He waved at the ocean, “There’s plenty of water out there, just try not to get washed away and drown.”

“Okay, I will,” but after I got out there, and sat down, I watched him. Deep in his hidey hole, with the walls up around him, we scooped up sand to dribble through our hands, and pile up as it dried, so there was this nice round organic look to it, or it could have been a ruin that melted.

He just kept looking around, but even from there, I could see his shoulder moving, and guessed where his hand was, without me there to see him. Whacking off right there in public, he could have gotten caught, easily if anybody else looked, but they didn’t. Finally, he just lay back, with this big satisfied grin on his face, and his eyes closed, so I knew that he was finished.

“Now, why don’t you go swim, and cool off your nuts. Wash the mess out of your shorts.” I teased him, but winked, and grinned, so he couldn’t keep a straight face.

“Hahahah, yeah.” He got up, and ran off, but I knew he was playing with himself, and ejaculating from the cum stains he left in his sheets, when I did the laundry back home. I didn’t mind, it’s not like I sniffed them and rubbed them all over my face, but I wasn’t grossed out by it either.

He was a teenager now, and teenage boys do that, but then we packed up, washed off, and got dressed for dinner. We took turns in the shower, he went first, then got dressed in our bedroom while I picked clothes out to put on when I got in the bathroom.

You know what? He never even once looked at me like that, even in my bathing suit. With my nipples poking out, when they got wet with the cold sea water. Because I didn’t really have boobs yet, not much. I took a training bra in there, but looking at the tan lines in the big mirror.

Oh yeah, great bathroom by the way. 2 sinks, shaped like seashells in the cabinet, lots of drawers for everyone to put their stuff in, and this great big mirror all the way across above it.

I knew they’d get bigger, but that reminded me how nobody even looked at Timmy, the whole time he was ogling women in their bathing suits, and whacking off in the water at the bottom of the hidey hole. I had little circles around my nipples, though. They had gotten darker, and swelled up, but they weren’t like the lumps I got at first. Those spread out to flat circles to cover up my ribs, with pink puffy nipples sticking out to touch, and rub hard, pinch, and twist gently, imagining somebody watching.

Some man, or really a collage of the best parts, of all the men I’d seen running around in their shorts, and sneakers. No socks, but topless, with tiny hard looking dark brown nipples in the corners of their chest muscles, and then dad knocked on the door.

“20 minutes.” He made reservations, so I had to jump in, rinse off all the salt, the sand that got stuck in my cracks, and i mean all my cracks. Not just my buttcrack, and pussy, but even between that, and the tops of my legs, but pretty much as soon as I started playing with myself, dad knocked again. “Hurry up, we don’t want to be late for dinner, and lose our reservations.

“Huh, comming dad.” I wished. I never had had an orgasm before, not that I really tried, but I was starting to. Give myself pleasure, though I hadn’t yet gone all the way to climax. So, I still had no idea what that felt like, but the way mom moaned, when she was getting it. Okay, so they were still sexually active, and that was great for their marriage, but I didn’t really want to think about it.

Not to say anything bad about my mom, and dad, but they weren’t young perky college kids any more, I’ll leave it at that. When I finally got back to the room, Timothy was already dressed, and me too. Other then scrubbing the last of the water out of my hair with the towel, mom came and told us to hang them up, then we went to dinner.

Sea food, of course. “I don’t come to the coast to eat pork chops,” dad said, looking at the menu. “I mean, who does that?”

“I have no idea, but some people are allergic to shelfish.”

“I think I’ll order the grouper.”

“Ngh!” Timmy covered up his laugh, then moved his hand, and practically yelled. “I think I’ll eat the clams! Yeah, a great big plate of clams.” He grinned at me, and winked. I blushed, getting his drift right away, but I just looked at the menu, and muttered something about “Baked, fried, or steamed?”

Then, I picked out shrimp scampy, and got a little. Ashamed of the thoughts I got in my head, eating the bight pink curly flesh, dripping butter sauce, and sucked it off of one, making what I thought was a sexy face at Tim. He laughed, but somehow, we managed to avoid me seeing his penis, since he started growing hair on it, so I had no idea it was hairy at all.

It was mostly to get back at him for licking the clams out of their shells, when mom, and dad weren’t looking, but they were mostly talking to each other. Mom was getting that romantic look in her eye, and I knew that she’d probably be moaning in their room tonight, because that’s what always happened the first night, on vacation.

Come to think of it, I don’t know what weeks they had, when me, and Timmy were born, but out birthdays are so close together. Okay, Timmy was probably from their honeymoon, 3 guesses where they went. So, they came back, year after year, and got this timeshare, because it was a good deal, and saved a lot of money. Compared to either getting a hotel for a week, in season prices, or owning a beach bungalo, and paying taxes on it when we only really used it for part of the year.

“Huh!” So, I got hot under the collar, and practiced flirting with my brother, right there in the resteraunt, mom, and dad were oblivious, and Timmy finally started squirming uncomfortably. I leaned over to ask “Why don’t you go to the bathroom, you afraid someone will see your boner when you get up?”

He pulled his shirt out, “No,” and went off to the bathroom to handle it. I just laughed to myself, and counted a point in my head, since i won that round. Depending on how you keep score, I guess he got another orgasm out of it, but then we finished eating, had desert, and went home to get ready for bed.

I didn’t bother turning off the light first, I just stripped down to my undies, and Timmy rolled over, but he commented on the fact that “You didn’t wear your training bra.”

I got embarrassed, and tried to point out that I was wearing my swimsuit all day, but it was more like a dress. It had a little skirt, and everything. I guess to keep any dirty old men from looking between my legs, as if that ever happened to me, and as horny as I was from all the tanned hunks on the beach, I probably would have let him.

If he looked like that, instead of old, fat, bald, and hairy. “Huh!” I swallowed the lump in my throat, got into bed, and turned out the light, but then i heard him roll over in the dark. There was a little light shining in behind the curtains from the parking lot, but if mom was moaning from getting some, it wasn’t loud enough to hear them bonking clear across the apartment.

Their room was on 1 side, and our room was up front by the hall. With the kitchen, and bathroom between them, but the whole other side was open in 1 big living room, and dining room with a patio door out to the balcony in back.

“Huh!” I could hear him breathing, but too fast, and excited to be sleeping. Then, I listened for the rhythmic patting of his wrist on his leg, but I couldn’t hear it. I knew what he was doing though, so I reached out to feel the ball chain, hanging under the light.

Click! “Can’t sleep?”

“Uh!” He rolled over, and covered himself up, as if I kicked him in the nuts, when i hadn’t even gotten up. “Janet!”

“Sh, what is that, the third time today? I saw you playing with yourself in the sand castle, and then at dinner.”

“No, four times. So far.”

“Wow!”

“We stopped at that rest stop, on the way down, and somebody drew dirty pictures on the boy’s room stall.”

“Is that what made you so horny?” I had no idea that a boy his age could even get it up, 4 times in a day, let alone jerk off, and I was way behind that score. I barely got a chance to touch myself in the shower, let alone finish. “Huh, let me see it. Where you thinking about me, naked?”

He turned over, then his mouth went real wide, when he saw me with the covers kicked off, and my hand down my panties. “Uh! Huh!” I felt up my hip, with the other hand. My tummy, and over my ribs to touch my nipple, and close my eyes. “Hhuh, I’m so horny.”

“Hhuh! Yeah.” Now, i could hear him whacking it, and I cracked my eyes, to peek out of the corner of once, but he didn’t make a fist, like I expected. Instead, he pinched it with 2 fingers, his pinky, and ring finger brushing his ball bag, and playing with them, while his other hand was deep between his legs. “Uh, are you playing with your butthole?”

“What? No, of course not, I’m not gay.”

“Well, what are you doing with your fingers down there?”

“There’s this spot.” He stopped, and let his stiffy go, to turn over, and pull his leg up. “Right here.” He showed me, then rubbed circles around his taint with his fingertip.

“Oh, that feel good?”

He nodded, “Why don’t you take off your panties, so I can see what you’re doing? I showed you mine, so it’s only fair.”

“Huh, okay.” I pushed up, with my feet on the mattress, so i could slip them out from under my butt. “There.” I spread my legs, but he looked puzzled.

“When did you start growing pubic hairs?”

“I don’t know, after my period?” I thought, “A few months I guess, and you?”

“The same. Except the part about having a period, of course.”

“Hm,” my eyes were drooping again, but I wasn’t sleeping. “Keep going, but this time, look at me when you do it.”

“Okay,” he rolled back, on his back, but he kept his head turned sideways, so he could watch me while I played with myself, watching him play with his self.

“Hm, I like how you don’t cover it up, you just pinch it, and stroke it in your fingers, so i can see the whole thing.”

“Uh, nghm!” he bit his lip! But then he let go, and felt down to hold his balls, and play with him. While his little shrimp twitched, and spat up his tummy. “Ohhh, ahhh, yeah. Huh!’ he took a deep breath, and went soft. “Hhuhuhuhuh! Yeah.’ He let out a long ragged sigh, then closed his eyes with that exact same satisfied look on his face. I first saw it when he finished in the sand castle, and lay back in the sun.

Now, he was tanned all over, and not as skinny as he used to be. I remember him as a little boy, most of my life. Yeah, older, and bigger then me, but it happened so slowly, and I wasn’t paying attention, so i didn’t notice how broad his shoulders had gotten. Even teasing him whenever his voice cracked, but little Timmy grew up.

Then, i must have let my eyes close, because the next think i knew, the beside light clicked off, and he said “Goodnight.” He must have brought a washcloth from the bathroom, because that’s what he used to wipe the mess up off his tummy. His yummy looking cummy tummy.

“Hhuh! Uh!”

“Try not to moan so loud, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Sorry,” but i just kept that image in my head. Especially his pink hard penis, and yeah I compared it to a shrimp, because I had scampy for dinner, and it was pink. Maybe about the same size, but straighter, and harder of course. When he let go, so it could twitch, bouncing out of his little patch of pubes, and shooting spurt after spurt of white sticky sauce up his tummy, and the way it sucked in, with his breath.

“HhuhHhuh! Uh?” Then it hit me, and I don’t even know how I did it. I stopped thinking about what my fingers were doing, but then I felt my lips twitch between them. Pinched between them, so I could rub the sides, and feel the little curls crinkle. Roll against the sensitive spots at the top of my thighs, but it didn’t tickle. “Oh, ohhhhhn!”

Timmy got up, and went to the bathroom, but I hear water running in the sink, right after he shut the door, so i guessed that he just washed off his face, his chest, and his tummy. Even as the weird twitchy feeling died down, leaving just the pleasure washing over me, and swirling around my spinning head. I imagined his nipples getting hard, and the cold water running down his body, making him shiver.

Then I shivered, and giggled. “Huh!”

That was amazing, but that was just the start…

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