Chapter 548: Sand Castles

Well, explain it to her then.

“She didn’t have any trouble with me explaining that the changing room wasn’t the place and it wasn’t the right time to play with the man in the boat. If she got upset about some guy that wouldn’t have sex with her, you need to explain it to her in a way that works for her but doesn’t make her feel like a child,” I told them.

The girl chose them to come back over, so I told her, “Your parents told me about the guy you recently wanted to play mommies and daddies with, but he didn’t want to play. Most boys want to play, but girls don’t because they don’t want to become mommies. So, he might have wanted to do that with you, but he would get in a lot of trouble because you are still too young for those kinds of games with boys or men.”

“Mommy is wrong. He did want to play, and we tried, but his thingie spit stuff out and then went soft each time. It made me sad because the guy said we wouldn’t try anymore because my parents would catch us. He said that I wasn’t worth getting in trouble over,” she told me. “I wanted to play house with you until I bumped into yours. The guy was only a bit fatter and longer than my finger. You are way longer and fatter than him. Big ones like you and daddy don’t fit yet. Boys at my school do, but they don’t go into any of the girls far enough for us to feel them, so we stopped doing it with them.”

I think you opened your mouth and said something your parents want to discuss further. I’m leaving now.

I went looking for Lindy and her sister. They were over where the people having the sandcastle contest provided snacks and water. Once the girls rehydrated and used the bathroom, we headed back to their sandcastles. Each sister was trying to outdo the other, which was way above the other kids’ skills competing. I became their sand and water mule. Soon I was doing the same for the other kids competing.

I don’t care if you give me strange looks or not. I’m getting kids pails of water and wet sand, so get over it.

Both girls had a great time working away. Lindy wasn’t surprised that her sister had won first prize. It helped that whatever her sister had found to mix with the sand allowed her to make intricate details.

When they started to give Lindy second place, she said, “This was a competition between my sister and me. She won, and I lost. We didn’t do it to win the contest. You were so generous in providing us with snacks and water. Please give the prizes to the other kids who worked so hard today. They would have won if we had stayed over by our stuff and competed against each other there.”

“Lindy, I can speak for myself, and now I can hear them too,” her big sister teased. “My sister is right about us not competing against anyone but each other. She never had a chance, but seeing her trying her best was fun.”

“Ok, girls,” I told them both.

The announcer recovered a few seconds and said, “Ladies, gentlemen, boys, and girls. The first and second place winners have chosen to withdraw from the competition and have their prizes given to those who would have won if the two girls hadn’t competed, and what a delightful pair of young ladies.”

We returned to where we had put down our towels and started gathering our things. If I had packed up instead of carrying sand around, we would have made it without the reporter trying to push a microphone in the two girl’s faces. She asked why the girls didn’t want the prizes.

“Because the other kids worked so hard to win the prizes. We are fortunate to have people like David that care for and love us, so we don’t need anything else,” Lindy’s big sister said.

The reporter couldn’t come up with anything else to ask and went to talk to the winners.

I decided to head to Maui to go hang out somewhere called Little Beach.

I shouldn’t be surprised that I have some crazy-fast boat at my disposal.

The boat had four outboard motors on the back and a large fuel tank that the guy at the dock said would get me to Maui and back twice before I needed to worry about filling up. He described it well when he referred to it as a floating gas tank.

“Want to make a little money on the side? Cash?” A guy from one of the tour group sheds asked. “I’ve got a family of ten wanting a boat ride to Maui that didn’t make a reservation in advance, and all the boats are already out for the day. They didn’t want to take a ferry over either. I’ll give you five hundred to take them over.”

If I only needed the money.

“I have a counteroffer. You make the arrangements to get them back here, and I’ll take them for free. I’m going over there anyway. It isn’t like I can’t afford the gas. I just don’t know when I’m coming back here, so I can’t guarantee a return trip,” I explained.

He thought it over and said, “I can do that, and I’ll let the marina know you are on your way so that they can ensure you have a boat slip free when you get there. They will have a bus waiting for you when you arrive to take you to Big Beach. You can get to Little Beach from there.”

“That guy over there said you needed a ride to Maui,” I told the family, whose kids were getting restless. “I’ve got the room on my boat, and I’m heading to check out Little Beach anyway. You’re welcome to ride along, but everyone has to wear a life vest. Any kid under ten has to wear a flotation suit no matter how well they can swim. It has a radio pinger in it to be able to find them should they go overboard.”

They had three kids under ten who complained about being treated like babies. All three argued and threw a fit about it too. The kids were so wound up about it that I had them in the short-sleeved half-wetsuits as if I was helping them change into pajamas. Their nine-year-old daughter leaned in to whisper that she had to pee badly and asked if I could help her get back out of the wetsuit first. When she returned, she happily had me help her put it back on.

Everyone else had water skiing-style life vests on already.

“Is everybody ready to go?” I asked them.

Their six-year-old asked, “Don’t we have to wear floaty suits?”

“What do you think I put on you while you had your tantrum about wearing a floaty suit? All those thick places in front are there to make sure that if you get hurt and fall into the water, you will float face-up so that you don’t drown,” I explained.

“Oh,” they said.

We loaded up, got clear of the marina, and headed out into the open ocean. The trip over barely took an hour, and that was because I didn’t want to knock the kids all around in the boat as we went over the waves.

As promised, there was a bus waiting, an April and Ellen transportation bus. This one had a driver already.

The nine-year-old saw my picture on the bus and said, “That looks a lot like you.”

“That is because it is me. Those are my daughters. I still don’t know who bought and gave them a bus company, but it appears to be doing well,” I explained.

Their mom gave me an odd look and asked, “You can’t even be twenty-one. How could you have an eleven or twelve-year-old daughter?”

“I adopted her. The little girl is mine the usual way,” I said with a laugh.

They were going to Big Beach.

I found out as we rode that they had heard all about the beaches on Maui and were excited to come here today. It cost too much to fly over, and they thought tour boats were going back and forth all the time. They would have been fine if their hotel reservation hadn’t gotten screwed up. Instead of a four-room suite, as requested, they were in two rooms with two queen beds. The little kids slept on the small couches. Two bathrooms for five girls, three boys, and two adults made getting ready a nightmare, especially since the older girls had to shave their legs and trim for their suits.

“We heard about Big Beach, but what is Little Beach?” the oldest daughter asked.

Seeing that her parents didn’t know about Little Beach and were curious, I explained, “It is a small strip of beach around a hundred feet away from Big Beach, making it more private than Big Beach.”

She didn’t get it and asked before her parents could stop her, “Aren’t all the beaches public beaches? I remember reading about that in school. Why would this one be private?”

“It isn’t private as in an owned beach. It has rocks and trees that give beachgoers some privacy from those using Big Beach,” I started saying.

The girl seemed to have any idea why, but their twelve-year-old son asked, “Why would they need privacy?”

“Because Little Beach is clothing optional,” I explained.

When I saw that he didn’t make the connection, I said, “People using that beach can be nude if they want.”

“Oh!” he said.

Their thirteen-year-old twin girls asked, “Can we go there instead? I don’t care if anyone sees me naked. It won’t be like the people there haven’t seen it all before.”

The driver stopped at a set of food trucks for us to get some food to take down to the beach. I took the offered hot bag to put my food in. He already had a cooler full of water bottles for me. It was good someone was taking care of me because I forgot all that stuff and towels.

Once the bus dropped us off in the parking lot, I headed toward Little Beach. The family talked to me about random things and didn’t notice we were heading toward an area under the trees until we stopped. One girl and two boys needed to pee now that we were here, but not when we were near the bathrooms. The younger boy went over near some bushes, dropped his bathing suit, and peed.

“You have two easy choices,” I told the other two. “Go off to pee in the woods or use the world’s largest toilet and pee in the ocean.”

The twin girls caught sight of two nude men, three topless women, and a few nude kids. They were the only ones in the family that noticed we were on the clothing-optional beach. Both were behind their parents and already had their shirts off. When I took my shirt off, they whispered back and forth before pulling their arms out of their one-piece suits and rolling them down to their waists. When I reached to push off my shorts, the girls saw I didn’t have anything underneath. They looked me in the eyes as they dropped their shorts and one-piece suit around their ankles. All their clothes went into their beach bags, and they came over to each take a hand as they tried to pull me to the ocean.

“You aren’t properly dressed, girls,” I said and watched their eyes drop. “Your bright white butts will burn faster than you can even imagine. Give me your sunscreen.”

One twin got me a bottle of SPF 40 and the other an SPF 100. Their parents were still shocked at the two girls standing there naked, so they didn’t react when I coated the two girls from their necks down with the SPF 40 and then put one hundred on their faces. The little boy that went to pee came over, holding his suit. I did the same for him too. After asking the other five kids, I slathered them up too. One boy and another girl decided they would strip, too, even if their bodies were still in the early stages of puberty. Both had enough pubic hair to see that they had some between their legs, but that was it. They got everything covered too. The boy did turn away from his parents when he felt himself rise from the brief touch of me putting lotion on his dick. His sister had to do the same when I put lotion on her sensitive buds. They did watch the other’s bodies respond before tearing off toward the ocean.

“It wouldn’t have mattered if I didn’t want to put sunscreen on them. The kids would have come to ask me to do it anyway. So, I’ve just accepted that it will happen and get it done quickly. Since I do go to nudist resorts and beaches, I do this a lot. One mom once told me that if it came between me touching every inch of her kid’s bodies, as I put sunscreen or tanning lotion on them, or her having to put aloe on them later, she preferred me putting the lotion or sunscreen on her kids,” I told them.

Her husband laughed, saying, “Oh, that wasn’t a concern. Our children know the difference between good and bad touches. They are very vocal about it too. I’m still stunned that my twin daughters stripped off in front of a stranger like they weren’t the most modest kids I’ve ever met. They don’t even go around in a t-shirt and panties like my other girls. I’m not sure they’ve let anyone outside the family touch them anywhere that is not covered by clothes, other than doctors and dentists.”

“You failed to mention that both have been chatterboxes since they saw him walk past us when he arrived. I don’t think I’ve heard either say more than two complete sentences at one time in years,” the mom said. “Them standing there naked waiting to drag you off into the ocean goes almost beyond belief. They swim like a fish but hate the water. Neither have any patience when they want something.”

“Well, both girls will have to wait at least three years before they can have what they want from me other than my company,” I said and watched both girls blush. “If you believe in such things, people say I have a vibe I send out that makes this kind of behavior happen regularly too.”

I took a twin’s hand and headed out into the ocean. Both held one of the flotation suits their younger siblings had worn on the boat. I had the younger kids back in the flotation suits. They didn’t like it, but I told them they could take them off when they weren’t in the water. The waves here would wear them out before they knew it. Ten minutes later proved my point.

The nine-year-old got too far out and tried to make it back in, but it wore her out. She was floating on her back, trying to rest before trying again.

I swam out to get her and then picked up her brother on the way back toward where their family was sitting. Both their parents were giving going nude a try.

I got both kids out of their floaty suits, wrapped up in a towel, and laid them in the shade with a rolled towel under their heads. Both were asleep almost immediately.

“They don’t nap anymore, do they,” I asked.

Their mom said, “It appears that they do today. Thanks for making my daughter wear that floatation suit. She is a strong swimmer until she gets tired. You taught her a lesson that I know she won’t forget. She knows better than to go out that far without someone close by.”

I sat down to get something to eat. The twins sat on each side of me with their butts and legs pushed up against mine. Both had the foot of their other legs under their knees so that the bottom of their feet touched my leg.

If their brothers didn’t know what girls looked like between their legs, they do now.

As I ate and talked with their parents, the girls slipped off to use the bathroom before coming back to eat. Food, sun, and surf had them lay down on their sides and push back against me as they decided a nap in the shade sounded like a good idea. As the day wore on, all their kids decided to try being nude in public. I slathered the newly exposed places with sunscreen.

“You must have a magic touch,” their mom said.

Before she could continue, a group of middle school girls came over holding tanning oil. They had on suits when they walked over. The girls took them off when it was their turn to have me put oil on them. A few boys came over too, but they covered their dicks with their hands and said they would do that themselves. I didn’t let them walk away until they had applied sun protection.

One of the girls who came over used her foot to open my legs and sat between them. She leaned back against me, pulled my arms around her, sighed contentedly, and went to sleep. A worried dad came running over from the direction of Big Beach and was about to lose it when he saw his naked daughter asleep in a naked stranger’s arms.

“What did you do to my daughter?” he demanded angrily.

“Put sunscreen on her, as with the other kids who came over and handed me a bottle to apply. I was sitting here when she came over, pushed between my legs, and went to sleep. She moved my arms where she wanted them, and I haven’t moved since. I doubt you will believe me, but it happens to me a lot, whether naked or not. I can probably hold her as I stand up and wrap a towel around her without waking her from how deeply she is sleeping. Your daughter didn’t have anything when she came over to me,” I explained. “Is she on the spectrum or something similar to Autism? They seem drawn to me. My friend, an eleven on the spectrum’s one to three scale, tells me that I don’t make her skin crawl when I touch her. Others have said the same,” I told him. “From how she tried to get as much of her body touching mine without being sexual, I can only guess she feels something similar.”

The yelling startled the twins, and they had to run off to take care of nature’s unexpected call.

A woman came over with three kids in two. One was a boy older than the girl sleeping in my lap, while the other two were a boy and a girl twin. Both twins were naked. They cuddled against my side and were asleep as soon as they found a comfortable way to lay against me. Their older brother was at a loss.