In a low whisper I asked, “Um, Bri, is that normal? Have they had a special, close, relationship I should know about?” Mary told me they were having problems, so maybe she just didn’t care any longer.
“For them, it’s normal. They tease each other and flirt like they are new or about to be lovers. It doesn’t bother me anymore. We haven’t seen her in many months, so I expected it. He usually pretends to pinch her nipples too and look down her shirt with a ‘shocked’ expression.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.” Mary’s hard nipples pressed against her yellow tank top. It didn’t seem like innocent teasing to me. “Can I expect the same kind of greeting from you soon? Just kidding.” No, I’m not. Maybe I can use this to connect to her hippie-self. “If you’re OK with that dirty dancing/jilling move, I guess I am too.”
“Jilling? You think she’s rubbing one out on his thigh?” Her face drooped some and her smile vanished as that possibility sank in. “OK guys, break it up. Lunch is ready.” I could tell by her dropped shoulders that she was looking at her sister in a different way. Maybe she still cared a little? After a light lunch, we moved to facing sofas. Brad and I, in our flared shorts and T-shirts, faced our wives. “How about a frosty beer? I have several in the freezer.”
Mary loves beer so she heartily agreed. She began fidgeting, crossing her legs, and fanning her face. As sweat formed on her brow, Brad teased that she should remove her heavy skirt since we’d all seen her in a bikini. She teased back, “Maybe later.” I wondered if he knew she traveled commando. Bri arrived with the beer, no glasses. “Just what I need,” Mary said and promptly rolled the cold bottle over her face and exposed legs. When they parted, most of her thighs were bared. She and Brad guzzled their beers, so Bri got four more.
After a moment under her chin, Mary put the fresh bottle between her legs and quickly pushed it all the way up. She surprised us all into silence as we stared at her exposed inner thighs and her chilled crotch hidden only by the cold beer bottle. Brad put his left foot on the sofa and grinned a challenge at Mary to show more knowing that his shorts fell away from his jewels.
When Mary saw us staring at her crotch, she feigned anger, “What? You can’t see anything you haven’t seen before,” she smirked. Her defiant tone left us to stare in silence though Bri looked horrified. Mary guzzled her third beer. With just enough light to see fully up her skirt, as she rotated the cold bottle, then took a sip. We all calmly looked for Mary’s panties, though I knew there weren’t any. Then her damp pussy briefly appeared for us several times. My cock swelled watching her bro-in-law stare at her parted labia and his dick swell. Bri saw my shorts tenting.
With the slightest blush, Mary added, “Did you guys remember today is Bastille Day? Or as everyone knows, it’s also National Nude day. Look it up. It’s been around for many years. Many towns suspend indecent exposure laws so people can walk or ride naked in public. We even drove here nude and encountered the cops.” Brad grinned, but Bri gasped. Her lips sputtered embarrassment and asked her sister to cover her vulva in front of Brad.
Mary pointed up Brad’s shorts, “Why? Brad’s cock and balls are hanging exposed in his shorts.” She stared directly at them and waved with a smile. Brad beamed; Bri gasped. He smiled back and opened his legs wider for a fuller view of his tiny stiffness. I wondered how he ever satisfied Bri with that.
Mary complained, “It’s so hot. How can you wear jeans today, Bri? You’re making me hotter.” She finished her beer and Bri stomped off for another. By the third beer, Mary began slurring some words and letting her libido rule her.
I noticed Brad’s cock thicken and throb. He fidgeted some so even I could see his wide shorts’ leg flare and hold Mary’s attention. Being commando, his dick was nearly free and visible to our wives. Mary locked onto it again and she smiled.
“Heyyy, Brad, I never seen yer cute cock before. Ledz danse.” Though there was no music, he quickly agreed. Mary guzzled her next beer. Bri and I moved their coffee table away for them when they started and we watched closely as Mary slowly melted into his arms. Her tank top rose up several inches and billowed. We had no doubt that he could finally see her nipples, maybe not for the first time. He slid both hands to her ass and squeezed. My dick swelled and I saw his small tent when he slowly spun her around.
“Bri, are you still OK with your husband groping your sister’s ass and staring at her tits? Mary said you used to be a hippy and implied you were often naked in your big group so you weren’t shy then. You can see where this is going. At least Mary will be naked in minutes.”
“Yes. That was another lifetime ago. I’m much more modest today. Sometimes I miss it. They’re both adults so they can parade around naked if they want. I don’t care anymore. We haven’t been intimate in months.” I wondered why Bri confided so much and why Mary lied or exaggerated about her ‘prude’ sister.
That was encouraging. I moved behind and against her tiny ass, skinless contact still, as we watched our spouses hug and sway. She didn’t object to my pulling her against my groin and beginning our own slow dance. The beer and Brad’s groping helped make her compliant. “Mary is right though, your jeans are much too heavy for today. Let me help you take them off and we can go outside to dance or just sit under the parasol?” As I said that, Mary’s skirt fell to the floor. Bri’s jaw dropped as she saw her sister’s naked ass in her husband’s hands. He squeezed her cheeks and she rubbed against him.
As she was so intensely distracted, I let her see I applied hand sanitizer, then unhooked and unzipped her jeans. She only resisted for a second, accepted the escalation, then let me remove them. “Much better. Now your shirt. I know you have a bra on, so you are still covered, unlike your sister.” I unbuttoned her shirt and removed it. “You are beautiful and shapely.”
When I turned, I saw Brad removing Mary’s braless top so she was completely naked and unfastening his shorts. He tossed his shirt and stepped out of his shorts as Mary kissed his tiny dick. “Happy Nude Day,” she whispered. They danced again — he with one hand on her ass, the other on a tit massaging her hard nipple, she with a hand rubbing his swelling dick. Maybe I shouldn’t have left her so horny in the car?
When I unhooked her bra, Bri stiffened for just a second, then let it slide off. Moving to her side, I let her feel my tented shorts slide along her hip. We turned so we could still watch our spouses fondle each other and I rolled her panties’ waistband down twice until some of her thick, raven bush appeared. She angled her head and looked at me, unfazed that her big, bare, flattened tits faced me. I cupped one and twirled the other nipple. It stiffened quickly, though not as perfect as Mary’s. “Mary said you hated your tits. I see nothing wrong with them. The bumps you complain about are simple cysts under your silky skin. I’ll ignore them whether you can or not.”