Chapter 1

Hi readers, my name is Indy Kelly. This story starts 2 years ago, during a family vacation in a small coastal town south of Perth, Australia.

The trip had become a yearly tradition for our family. The first month of summer, we would drive down to visit my uncle Will and his family for a few relaxing days. I looked forward to it every year, mainly because I got to see my cousin Emma.

Emma and I grew up together in Perth, we were best of friends from the age of 6 and were basically sisters. Our families lived a couple of houses down from each other until my Uncle moved the family south for work. I was heartbroken, and so was Emma, but we stayed in touch every day through texts and video calls.

Today was my 16th birthday. We always made the drive down on my birthday, but turning 16 seemed a more exciting milestone than any other up until that point in my young life. And I looked forward to spending it with Emma.

As soon as we pulled up to her driveway, Emma greeted me happily with a huge hug and a ‘happy birthday’. She quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me into the house, making a beeline for her room.

Growing up, I always envied Emma’s gorgeous, platinum blonde hair. It cascaded in waves just below her shoulders. She had striking blue eyes and full lips. Her mother, Auntie Laura, is Swedish, and Emma inherited her Scandinavian features. I, on the other hand, inherited my mother’s Irish features. Ginger red, long hair, the tops of my cheeks dotted with freckles, grey eyes, and pale skin. I didn’t think I was ugly, but compared to Emma, I thought I was average at best.

“How does it feel to be a woman? Little Indy is all grown up now,” she teased me. The big smile on her face showed more excitement than even I was feeling, and it was my birthday.

“I feel exactly the same. I don’t think 16 is technically a woman, though,” I replied with a roll of the eyes.

“Of course it is, you can have sex with whoever you want now. Even 40-year-old guys,” Emma chuckled.

“O ... M ... G! Shut up! People are going to hear you through these thin walls,” I scolded her.

“So are you going to offer it up to your boss or not? I think you should, Indy.” I already regretted telling Emma I had a crush on my Boss, Mr Harris, but sharing everything with her became a habit.

“He’s married with 2 kids. It’s just a schoolgirl crush. I’m not going to give up my virginity to him, Emma ... GEEZ,” I confidently replied.

Emma laughed and nodded in response,” I know, just teasing, cuz.”

“But ... I do need extra cash, though, the newsagency’s pay is terrible. You think he’ll give me a raise if I just blow him?” We both went into fits of laughter after my dirty joke. I missed Emma so much. I couldn’t talk like this with anyone else except her.

“He’ll give you a week’s pay if you offer him that. He probably thinks about you while he does it with his wife, I bet. Hot, red-head Indy sucking his old, dirty dick. It’s why he keeps you around, that tiny newsagent can’t be making much,” Emma implied between giggles.

“Okay, stop. I’m going to have to quit if you keep going,” I fired back.

“I hope you don’t show up to work in the same bike shorts you’re wearing now. Your ass looks so hot, there’s no way your boss isn’t stealing glances at that booty.” Her laughter just kept going and going at my expense.

Hearing what she said, my mind drifted back to last month when Mr Harris asked me to reorganize some shelves to make room for more magazines. As I was busy kneeling over to do the task, I guess my jeans had ridden low enough to expose my underwear. Mr Harris looked more than stressed and nervous as he pointed it out. I was so embarrassed, more than a few customers had walked by me during that time, how many saw the cotton panties sticking out from my butt? God, I couldn’t look him in the eye for the rest of the day.

I wrestled Emma down onto her bed as we both continued to giggle and play fight. I eventually got the upper hand and straddled her,” Stop with the dirty mind, or else I’m going to tell your dad you sent thirst pics to his apprentice,” I smirked confidently down at Emma, who immediately stopped laughing.

“You better not! My dad would fire him, then kill him,” Emma pleaded.

It was my turn to chuckle with a smug grin,” Of course I’m not going to. I find it hard to believe he rejected you, though. Most 19-year-olds think with their dicks and not their heads. Those pics were steamy too, we should post them on Insta, you would get like 1 million followers overnight,” I teased.

“I would have, but Mum follows me. You know I can’t even post a normal bikini pic without my parents knowing and ordering me to take it down,” Emma sighed.

I gave her an understanding look and rolled over, both of us now lying backs on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. “ Yeah, it sucks. But they’re just protecting you. The world is full of perverts, a girl like you would attract so many,” I said, giggling.

“Ummmm! Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘ a girl like me’, Emma asked after turning toward me.

I couldn’t keep a straight face with her fake, outraged expression staring right at me. “ A pretty blonde virgin who is open to exploring,” I articulated as nicely as possible.

“So basically you’re saying I want to be a slut?” Emma questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“You said it, not me,” I burst out laughing.

“I’m not the only one,” Emma fired back after she rolled over to straddle me.

We continued our childish play-fighting before Mum stormed into Emma’s room and ordered me to get my things from the car. Then, more orders to help set up for my birthday BBQ. God, I thought this was a holiday?

Anyway, the family BBQ was fun, even the part when they sang me happy birthday. I always found it cringe, but oddly enjoyed it this time for some reason. The usual presents of socks, shirts, and books were thrown my way before the kids went off to bed. Emma and I included, while the adults enjoyed more beers and wine outside.

“So what are we doing tomorrow? beach? “ I questioned her while getting comfy in bed.

“Yeah. I found this really cute, quiet spot. It’s secluded, not a lot of people know about it. I also got you something to wear. Happy Birthday!” Emma chirped and pulled out a small gift bag from under her bed.

My eyes lit up, and I eagerly snatched the bag from her and grabbed what was inside. “ WOW! Where’s the rest of it?” I joked while holding up the tiny white and pink, circle-patterned string bikini.

“Cute, huh? I got it at the Sunday markets. Also got a matching baby blue one for me. We’re 16 now, we can’t be wearing kiddy onesies forever,” Emma said, grinning.

“Our parents are going to freak if they catch us wearing something like this. The bottom is a thong, Emma,” I pointed out with a shocked expression.

She giggled with a devious look,” I know, I know. That’s why the beach we’re going to is an hour away from town. No one who knows us is going to be there. It’s a bit of a bike ride, but it’ll be worth it. You in or what, cuz?” Emma expressed.

“You are so bad. Sounds like fun, though. I’m in.” We giggled away like schoolgirls and spent the night watching Love Island on her laptop until falling asleep.

Around 8, after a small breakfast. Emma and I threw on our new bikinis, sneakily covering up with jean shorts and T-shirts, before lying to our parents that we were going on a bike ride for most of the day to explore. Well, technically, it wasn’t a lie.

After an hour of riding, I wondered where Emma was taking me. We passed many beautiful beaches with people enjoying the sun and surf. I assumed she thought it wasn’t far enough from town and continued to ride until finally, she stopped.

“Okay, we’re here,” she said with a cheeky smile, before stripping to her bikini. I quickly followed Emma’s lead.

That cute, devious smile definitely had me worrying what she was up to. The dirt car park was basically empty apart from a couple of cars. We locked up our bikes and made our way down a very long, winding sand path that led to the beach, carved out through thick bushland.

About halfway to the beach, my eyes shot out of my head seeing a fully naked, older couple walking hand in hand toward us. They had to be at least 60, her boobs sagging over time, but other than that, they both looked very fit for their age.

“Good day, girls,” the woman politely said as they walked past.

“Good day,” Emma said back like it was an ordinary scenario.

I had to stop myself from looking at the old man’s dangling penis, it flopped along as he walked. He was quite large, I thought. I couldn’t believe I was seeing my first dick in real life. What was going on?

When we got far enough away from each other, I finally felt safe to say something, but Emma beat me to it.

“Holy fuck! Did you see his thing? It was huge,” she cooed excitedly.

“How could you miss it? And he wasn’t even hard,” I returned, equally in awe. “ Wait, where the hell are we, Emma?” I remembered to ask after the initial cock shock scrambled my brain.

“Oh, right. It’s a nude beach. I saw it on Google Maps. I thought it sounded fun,” my blonde cousin confessed.

“Well, thanks for the warning, bitch. I almost fainted seeing that man’s monster dick,” I blurted out.

Emma chuckled and held my hand,” Sorry, babes, I wanted it to be a surprise. Oh, and if we talk to anyone, just say you’re 18, they might call a ranger on us,” she informed.

“God, this is a bad idea,” I sighed.

“No, it’s a fun idea. It’ll be fine. There’s no rule that we have to go full nude, just relax, okay, be cool,” she clarified.

“Fine, our bikinis barely hide anything anyway,” I giggled.

I wasn’t joking, I kept having to adjust the small triangles over my B cup tits as I walked, the fabric kept wanting to slip away. I noticed Emma was having the same problem with hers. We probably should have used double-sided tape to hold it in place like celebrities do. ‘Oh well, too late now. ‘

The path opened out onto a beautiful, white sandy beach. Thick forest and high sand dunes offered a secluded feel, blocking any wandering eyes from the main road. In the distance, we spotted someone sunbathing alone. Emma took my hand and we strolled on the beach in that direction, jumping and playing as small waves crashed.

As we got closer and closer to the only other person within sight, it became clear that the person was a man, and he was naked. Barely 20 minutes in, and I was already going to see my second real cock. My heart raced with nerves and excitement. Emma also had a similar feeling, she was squeezing my hand tight while we walked past him.

The middle aged man had sunnies on, lying back on a towel. It looked like he was asleep. He made no motion as we walked by. Not to be full of myself, but I think two hot teenagers walking past in barely there bikinis would have elicited some sort of reaction.

Either way, it was still a thrill. This guy was a little overweight compared to the first one, his beer belly and man boobs clear as day. His cock was a lot smaller, too, barely noticeable under messy public hair. Not very attractive at all if I were to be harshly honest.

“So small, his poor wife,” Emma jeered, causing me to snicker.

“Don’t be mean, he’s probably a grower, not a shower.” A spout of sympathy ran through me after my initial laugh.

We walked for another 20 minutes, not seeing anyone else. Both of us are clearly disappointed, our voyeuristic sides still hungry for more penis’s to stare at.

After another 5 minutes of walking, Emma and I decided to stop and set up our beach towels to sunbathe. Enjoying some snacks while taking in the beautiful surroundings. We gossiped about school and boys, making future plans to attend the same university, maybe even getting a place together. We were a long way from that, but it was fun to think about.

“Heads up. Hottie coming our way,” Emma girlishly chirped to alert me.

I looked over curiously. Indeed, a man was jogging up the beach toward us. ‘ Hottie?’ he seemed average to me, but the guy did have some muscle definition, and more importantly, a decent-sized cock

“Wave at him!” Emma giggled with an elbow to my side.

“Ouch! Can you not do that?” I squealed before waving as he ran by us.

The man smiled and waved back. He jogged a bit past us before coming to a stop, his hands on his hips. I still couldn’t tell if he was attractive or not, his cap and sunglasses made it hard to tell from 50 feet away, where we were sitting.

“OMG! He’s walking over, be cool, Indy,” Emma shrieked like a little kid.

“You be cool!” I replied. I was just as excited as she was. Both of us girls were giddy with anticipation as we sat on our towels.

Hey girls, sorry for the intrusion, but do you happen to have another bottle of water in your bags? I think I overdid it with the run today,” he said out in a huff.

Up close, Emma’s first perception seemed right, he was kind of hot, for an older guy anyway. His hairy chest and stocky body dripped with sweat from the heat and exertion.

“Yeah, we do. Here you go,” Emma replied after digging into her backpack.

“Thanks, you girls are lifesavers. Summer is really kicking in early this year,” he commented before chugging down the bottle.

I barely registered a word he said, my eyes were glued to his penis, glaring at every detail before I had to look away in fear of being caught. He wasn’t as long as the first man we encountered, but his cock was almost twice as thick. He neatly trimmed his pubic hair as well, unlike the fat guy. It looked so much more appealing to the eye that way.

“I’ve never seen you girls here before. Are you visiting from Perth? And trust me, I wouldn’t forget girls like you,” he smoothly said with more than a hint of flirtation.

Emma and I giggled, smiles on our faces at the compliment. I could clearly tell he was checking us out under those sunglasses.

“Yeah, just visiting. Doing the whole road trip thing,” Emma lied.

“Yeah, girls’ trip. We just turned 18 and wanted to do something fun to celebrate,” I added, contributing to the false back story.

“So your idea of fun is sitting on a nudist beach? Or was it a dare? I know how young girls are. I met a few searching for a thrill on this beach,” the stranger said with a smirk.

“Yeah. something like that. It was just a spontaneous decision,” Emma replied.

“We’re kind of shy. We thought coming here would help give us more confidence,” I followed with.

“Well, being naked in public is a freeing experience. It really makes you feel alive. You girls have nothing to be ashamed of. You are both clearly beautiful women ... if you don’t mind me saying,” he asked.