Early morning swim, I surmised, as I followed another curve in the vegetation. The field was clearly a natural boundary between the Baumgartner’s timeshare and the one across the way. I wondered who the cabanas belonged to. I neared the edge of the field and stopped, my eyes widening and my stomach clenching.
Henry was leaning with his shoulder against one of the cabanas, peering around the side. His face was hidden from me, but I could clearly see his swim shorts pulled down, and his hand moving between his legs. Flushing, I began to back away, not wanting him to see me or even sense that I was there, fearing it was already too late. His head turned slightly back in my direction, and I instinctively ducked down and into the rushes. The ground there was moist and soft and I sank a little, giving me even more cover.
Now what? I didn’t move for a moment, my heart beating fast, not daring to even breathe. Had he seen me? What in the world would I say if he had? In all of the sexual scenarios I’d imagined since I knew I was coming back to see the Baumgartners, I had to admit that finding Henry masturbating on the beach had never crossed my mind.
Finally, I dared to poke my head up above the top of the grasses. He was still there, probably twenty feet away, and he was still…well, it was pretty clear what he was doing. His hand was still moving fast between his thighs-I could tell by the way his shoulder flexed-with his cheek resting against the side of the cabana. I was almost directly behind him now, instead of at an angle, and thankfully couldn’t really see much anymore.
I stood there, indecisive, trying to figure out how to sneak away unnoticed, and it wasn’t until he leaned a little further around the cabana that I wondered what it was he was looking at, what he was doing here in the first place, out here jerking off behind the old cabanas?
Too curious for my own good, I moved further into the rushes and shoregrass, pushing my way through slowly, trying not to make any noise. Henry was clearly too focused on what he was doing to hear me, I decided, as I found a better angle. My line of sight gave me a good view now of Henry from the side, his face twisted in pleasure, his hand gripping his cock-good god, he was big, like his father, the thick rise of his cock red and swollen, the head almost purple and clenched in his fist.
My pussy twitched at the sight of him, and I swallowed hard, telling myself I needed to get out of there-I needed to get out of there now. This was all kinds of wrong, and I didn’t want to have any part of it. Maybe there was some woman he knew who sunbathed nude on the beach or something and he came down here to watch. Boys his age-what was he now, nineteen? — seemed to have no off switch when it came to arousal.
I told myself to go, to make my way back through the grass to the beach and run as fast as I could back the house. That’s what I told myself, but when I saw the scene he was actually watching, I stood transfixed, unbelieving, paralyzed.
Brian was spread-eagle on a towel in the sand, Janie straddling him, both of them completely naked. He wasn’t inside her of her-not yet. Her back was mostly to me, but I knew it was her, from the spill of her honey-colored hair over her shoulders to the Celtic tattoo in the small of her back that she’d shown off to Gretchen yesterday in the kitchen during dinner.
Brian’s cock was in her hand and she stroked it between her ass cheeks as she rocked, obviously getting ready to fuck him. Staring, I moved further into the weeds, parting them so I could see better. Now I could see them almost from the side, Janie rubbing Brian’s cock between her legs. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, his eyes half-closed. They were only about ten feet from the cabana where Henry was hiding watching… and about twenty feet, now, from where I was hiding… watching…
“Oh yeah!” I heard Brian’s groan clearly as Janie slid him inside of her. I even heard her soft cry of surprise and pleasure, the sound carrying toward us downwind. Glancing at Henry, I saw his gaze on them, his cock hard in his hand as he watched his sister being fucked.
Had he followed them down here? Just stumbled across them? For a moment, I found myself angry that Brian and Janie were given so much freedom, that they were down here doing whatever they felt like on the beach in the first place-but I had to remind myself that they were grown-ups. Janie was drinking age now, for god’s sake. Henry, too, was an adult. Mr. and Mrs. B. probably wouldn’t care if their daughter had brought her boyfriend down to the beach for a little rendezvous… but what about their son’s activities as he watched his sister getting fucked?
“Ohhhh yes, yes, Brian, harder!” Janie’s voice carried again as she threw her head back, her breasts pointing skyward as she rocked on him. Brian had taken over most of the motion, though, his hips bucking her up and up, again and again. Christ, she was beautiful, her body pure perfection, a long, lean, tawny treasure, not a tan line in sight. I found myself wondering if Janie was shaved, like her mother, and the thought made me flush. I told myself it was from shame, but my pussy throbbed and I cupped my mound through my jeans to quell the ache a little.
I couldn’t decide where to look-knowing I shouldn’t be looking at any of it.
Henry was stroking his cock faster now, biting his lip as he peered around the cabana, watching as his sister rode her boyfriend like he was some bucking bronco, Brian’s hands cupping her breasts, kneading them in his hands. Janie leaned over him and pressed her breasts into Brian’s face, giving both Henry and I a full view of her pussy taking the full length of her boyfriend’s cock.
I suppressed a gasp and found myself wanting to get closer-god help me, I wanted to see. My hand rubbed unthinkingly between my legs, shoving the seam of my jean shorts up between my pussy lips, seeking the hard, aching button of my clit, looking for some sort of relief.
Then Brian was turning her over and Janie complied, getting up on her knees and arching her back, her bottom rising into the air like a cat that wants petting. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nice and slick and hard as he stroked it against her ass. Oh god, that was gorgeous. Simply stunning.
The little squeak that Janie let out when he entered her made my nipples tingle with longing, and I found myself slowly unzipping my shorts and sliding my hand inside for the second time that morning. I couldn’t help it, apparently, any more than Henry could have. That’s what I told myself as my fingers found my clit and began to rub it-that he’d stumbled across them and, like me, had been so surprised at first he couldn’t move… and then… well… nature does take its course, and sometimes urges are so strong…
Henry’s fist encircled his cock, pumping faster as he watched his sister now taking her boyfriend’s cock doggie style, and I wondered how he could stay so quiet. His face clearly showed both his pleasure and his restraint-he didn’t want them to know he was there, but he loved watching, was just as turned on as I was. And oh god, I was.
One hand crept up under my t-shirt, tweaking my nipple as I watched Janie getting fucked, her blonde hair hanging down over her face, her breasts swaying beneath her in the sand. The towel they’d been lying on had been forgotten in the heat of the moment as Brian pounded her hard from behind.
“Oh god, oh Janie, oh god baby I’m gonna-“ Brian’s warning brought an instant reaction from Janie, who shifted her hips quickly forward.
“Not inside!” She gasped, grabbing his cock and turning to start stroking and sucking him.