Chapter One

 

Summer. And the living was easy. Or should have been. My parents had enough money, and spoiled me enough that I didn't need to get a summer job. I could lounge around, party, and enjoy myself like I had since I was a kid. That, at any rate, was the plan. It was interrupted by a problem with the foundation of our house, and with the need for repairs there my parents decided on an ambitious renovation scheme which would have the house filled with contractors and electricians most of the summer.

We could have stayed there, but it would have been one frustration after another. My parents decided to enjoy a second honeymoon together, and as I was in no economic position to make my own decisions, they handed me off to friends to stay with. Not my friends, theirs. Peter and Colleen had been a part of my life since as long as I could remember. I used to call them Peter and Aunt Colleen, even after I knew better.

Hanging with them for the summer wasn't at all a daunting idea since they were kind of rich, or at least, very well off, and they spent much of the summer at a - well, they call it a cottage.

Think of a sprawling, modern, Scandinavian style home of blonde wood and glass - lots of glass, with eight bedrooms, two levels of wraparound decks overlooking the river, a boathouse which holds two large motorboats and several personal watercraft, all on three acres of land. Of course there was electricity, running water, satellite TV and central air. This was not exactly roughing it.

My father dropped me off at their house early in the summer, and I drove up with Peter on a sunny Friday afternoon. Peter was a pretty relaxed, laid back sort of guy. I wasn't entirely sure what he did - something to do with stocks and investments, though he looked more like a cowboy, especially the way he dressed. He was a tall, athletic man in his early forties with a quick grin and ready laugh who was always teasing me.

When he told me in an oh-by-the-way aside that, of course, I realized that the whole area was in a nude only resort, I was only shocked for a moment, then smirked at him. No way I was going to believe that, no matter how hard he tried.

"Don't worry about it, Mac," he said. "You'll get used to it in no time."

"Uh, yeah, sure," I said. "No problem."

"You don't believe me? It's true. We're naturalists. You didn't know?"

"Never even suspected," I said.

"Oh the girls had a little trouble, at first, but they've gotten used to it. They never even wear clothes around the house any more."

"Uh huh. I'm sure Jason appreciates that," I said dryly.

He shrugged. "Jason's seen lots of naked girls. And they're his sisters, after all. It's not like he cares."

"The last time I slept over I caught him in my closet trying to watch me get undressed for bed."

"Boys will be boys," he said with a grin. "And he's a few years older now."

"Yeah, okay."

"You don't have anything to be embarrassed about, Mac," he said. "You've got a great body! Not that I notice things like that, of course. But you don't look entirely ugly. I mean, not ugly enough for people to stare."

I stuck my tongue out at him. I was not worried about being seen as ugly and he knew it. I'm not drop-dead gorgeous but I could turn heads easily enough with either my face or body. No, I was pretty confident in my looks.

"Not like me," he said. "People stare at me all the time."

"Yes, you are hideous," I said.

"No, no, it's not that. It's that I'm - ." He gave me an anxious look. "Deformed."

"Uh huh."

"But don't worry. You'll get used to me. Just try not to stare at first."

"I'll try. You could just put a bag over your head."

"It's not my head that's deformed," he said. "It's, well, somewhat further south."

"You mean you have a really flabby, wrinkled butt?"

He grinned. "No guessing. You'll just have to wait to find out."

We reached the 'cottage', an hour or so later.

"Odd, everyone's still wearing clothes," I said.

"Well, they're a little shy," he said.

"Uh huh," I replied.

"Okay, okay, we're not naturalists. Only I am. You won't mind if I walk around naked, will you?

"You won't mind if I toss my cookies on your Persian carpets, will you?"

"Nahh, that's why we have a maid."

"There's a lot of cars here."

"Colleen has a few guests up from her company. I have a couple up myself. I'm not sure about the kids. I think Jason has a friend up. The girls might or might not. This place gets pretty busy sometimes in the summer depending on how many of us are up here and who we bring with us. Don't count on your own room all the time."

We got out of the car in a sort of unpaved yard off to one side of the cottage's main entrance. The whole area was overhung by large trees so there was plenty of shade. There were already seven other cars and SUVs parked there so with Peter's Explorer the place was pretty crowded.

The first person who approached after we parked was a short, but perfectly built brunette wearing a pony tail and blue bikini.

"Hey, Mackenzie," she said.

"Hi Kat," I replied.

Kat - Katrina - was two years older and six inches shorter than me. She had the same sort of rounded face as her sister and mother, with bright brown eyes and a short, snub nose. She had a nice body, which was well-displayed in the bikini, not quite busty, but very full for how petite she was overall. We'd spent a ton of time together when younger, more than I had with my real cousins.

"Jason has three friends up so we're kind of crowded. You'll have to share with me and Kayla for the first couple of weeks."

"No problem," I said, though I had been counting on my own room.

"Go tell Jason to get his ass out here and help unpack," Peter said.

Kat gave a little bark of laughter. "Yeah, he'll love that."

Her father gave her a look and she shrugged and headed off around to the front of the cottage.

"Boy is lazy," he said.

"Rich boys are always lazy," I replied.

We were both gathering things from the back of the SUV when Jason came back, accompanied by two other guys in their late teens I didn't know. He introduced them as Brad and Dave, two of his guests. They were both football player types, like Jason, big shouldered jocks, and I let them rake me with their eyes without protest. Jocks weren't my type but there was no point not being polite, nor being sensitive about guys giving you the once over.

All three were in bathing suits, though it didn't look like they'd gotten in much tanning yet. And all three were - well - well-built, I guess you could say. I mean, I wasn't getting hot or anything, but I could appreciate nice male bodies as well as the next girl.

"Excellent. We need more hot chicks here," Brad said with a broad grin.

I smiled wryly, thinking, like, yeah, glad I could satisfy your need for eye candy there, guy.

The guys carried up my bags. There was kind of a lot given I was staying for several months, and they made the usual cracks about women and baggage.

"Jesus, all you needed was a few bikinis," Brad said.

"Thong bikinis," Jason added.

Well, he'd been a perve since he'd hit puberty.

The girls had been put into a back room, not one of those overlooking the river. They weren't particularly happy about that, but Colleen's guests had to get the view, I guess. This room had a pair of single beds, and a cot had been shoved in alongside them.

"We'll have more room in a week or so when Don and Taylor leave," Kat said. "We'll get a front room then."

I put some of my stuff away in a spare dresser they'd shoved into the now crowded room, then went downstairs to get acquainted. In addition to the five - now six Bradsons, there were Jason's three pals, Brad, Dave and Matt, and four couples in their late thirties or early forties, guests of Peter and Colleen. That was seventeen of us, in all, which was pretty crowded even for a big place like that.

Kat introduced me around, though of course, people were scattered to the four winds. There were a few inside, a few on the decks catching some sun or chatting, one couple off walking in the woods, and one off water skiing. I met my other 'cousin' Kayla, taller than Kat, but very much alike her in every other way except she was a lot more athletic, almost a jock, really, and had a kind of lazy drawl to her voice.

Both of them had shoulder length hair, which was somewhat shorter than me at the time. I'd meant to have my blonde hair cut but just hadn't gotten around to it, and now it spilled over my shoulders and halfway down my back.

"Want to get on the sea-doos and have a look around?" Kayla asked.

"Sure."

I went back upstairs and put on one of the bikinis I'd brought. I'd come prepared, given there would be days and weeks when there was almost no one there, including either my Peter or Colleen, and days when there might be some hunky guys around on the water. I have to say I have a really nice butt, and favored Brazilian cut swimsuits. I had the low rise white bikini with the triangle top and full bottom, the powder blue with the halter top, and the bottoms that tied on the sides, and the slinky black bikini with a triangle top which you could adjust depending on how much coverage you wanted, and a Brazilian cut, plunging, string bottom which was not nearly so full in back - not the bikini I'd wear around my uncle, most likely.

I put on the white bikini - well, corral, really, and went back downstairs. Of course, Jason and his friends gave me the once over again, only it lasted longer this time. Buys are such leches, and then me and my cousins went out onto the lower deck, took the stairs down to the boathouse, and started up the personal watercraft before heading out on the river.

I'd always gotten along well with Kat and Kayla, though Kayla was a year older than her sister, and three years older than me. And I enjoyed racing over the water with them, twisting and turning in and out among the many tree filled islands. They'd packed radios, beer, snacks, and tanning oil, and we found a deserted island with a sunny, grassy area and lay back to enjoy the sun.

I was surprised when they both immediately removed their tops, but it didn't exactly shock me. There was no sign of anyone around.

"You're not worried someone will come by?" I asked.

"This is our favorite spot. You never see anyone around here," Kayla said, sliding her slick, slippery hand over her body as she put on the lotion.

"And if they do come you can see them from a distance," Kat said.

Well, I started putting on the lotion, but it felt kind of - I dunno, prudish to keep my top on, and I like an all-over tan as much as the next girl. So, though I was a bit shy about it, I undid my top and pulled it off, then put the slippery lotion over my breasts.

It felt daring, though, and sexy, and a bit forbidden, being mostly naked outside like that. I mean, there were trees and bush all around us and there could be any number of guys hiding with binoculars or a camera.

The thought, and my slippery hands moving over my breasts soon had my pink nipples stiff and hard, but I tried to be as casual as possible, and was soon laying down next to Kay and Kat as the sun beat down on us. We chatted about school and boyfriends and jobs and hair. They both liked my hair but not how long it took to look after it.

After about a half hour of tanning Kat decided to get rid of her bottoms too. That seemed a bit much to me, but what really caught my eye, even though, of course, I was certainly not trying to look, was how perfectly smooth her pussy was. I mean, it didn't look like it had ever even had any hair on it. I guess she saw me look and grinned.