"Well, we're already here," she said. "We made the trip this far. The tickets are already paid for. And we're not expected back home for a few more days."
There was an expression on her face which showed that she was up for anything. As always, when Christine made up her mind, there was no changing it. She was always a very stubborn person. She was someone who always got her way.
"So you actually want to go through with this?"
"Yeah, why not?" she shrugged.
"It's a nudist trip. Remember? They won't make an exception for us."
Christine gave me a condescending look. "Have you ever seen a naked woman before? Have you?"
"Sure, I have."
"More than one?"
"Yeah."
"Sex?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.
It was getting uncomfortable, but I could see where she was headed with her questions.
"That's usually part of it."
"I thought so," she replied. "And these women you've fucked, were they college aged, athletic, and pretty- like me?"
"Damn right," I proudly replied.
"Then it's settled. You have no problems with female nudity. So the question then becomes, do you have a problem with male nudity?"
"I've seen plenty of that in the gym."
"It looks like you're all out of excuses," she said in a conclusory manner.
"Yeah, but you're my sister."
"You've never wanted to see me naked?"
Her question caught me totally off-guard. I felt like a huge pervert and I couldn't admit that I wanted to. But by the look on her face, she already knew the answer.
"That's not important."
"Of course it's important," she replied. "Think about it like this: You finally get to see me naked. Plus, you get to see a bunch of other women naked. Plus, we get to do a whole bunch of fun outdoor activities. Best of all, everything is already paid for by my asshole ex-boyfriend."
She had a point. As impulsive as Christine could be, it was hard to argue with her on this. While I was thinking, she added one more thing to make my decision easier:
"No one will ever know," she said. "It's better that way. Not our friends. Especially not our parents. No one, except us."
That was it. The deal was too good to pass. I agreed, and Christine flashed a big smile and gave me a suffocating hug.
Next came the hard part. Christine and I were allowed inside the ranch area, towards a small locker room where the guests could get naked and store their clothes.
On the way to the room, we saw the other nudists from a short distance away. It was a surreal sight for me. Although I don't think my sister seemed to mind. The other nudists were simply hanging out, enjoying some drinks, having conversations, and getting to know each other. They were absolutely unabashed with their naked body parts. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them. And in many ways, I kind of admired that freedom.
They waved at us when we passed by. And we waved back. They seemed like really friendly people. What made things a bit awkward (more than it already was) was that they were mostly older than us. Mainly in their 40's and 50's. Christine and I were both in our mid 20's. By decades, we were the youngest of the group.
The casualness of everything helped to ease my fear that I might accidentally have an erection, which was the worst case scenario for me.
However, when we went to the locker room, we encountered another problem. The lockers were too small to store our luggage. Obviously, lockers are meant to be small, but my sister and I hadn't considered where we would put our stuff.
"Great, now what?" I asked.
"We'll just have to take our stuff with us on the tour bus."
Unfortunately, we couldn't leave our big luggage at the ranch because they didn't want to assume responsibility for it. At least that's what the lady at the front desk had told us.
"Okay, now onto the next obvious problem," I said, addressing the big thing that was lingering over us.
"My tits are a problem?" she playfully replied to lighten the mood.
"Not necessarily. I'm sure they're great."
She shrugged jokingly. "I like them."
"Would you be bothered seeing my cock? This is really weird."
"It's all mental. Trust me, I'm sure that every cock I've seen looks exactly like yours. And every chick you've slept with has a body like mine."
"So you think it's going to be that casual?"
"It's that easy," she replied nonchalantly.
"Okay. If it's that easy, then you go first."
"Such a wimp. It's all about being confident in yourself. I know I look good. I work hard on my appearance. And frankly, you're not so bad yourself. So, I'll show you how a confident woman does it."
Christine wrapped her fingers underneath her top. She prepared to remove her top, and I braced myself to finally see her tits. But she froze. Her fingers froze. Suddenly, the confidence in her face was gone.
"Well?" I asked.
"Holy shit, you're right. This is super weird."
"Glad you finally figured that out, genius."
"Hey, you could have stopped me, but you didn't."
"Should we just go back home?" I suggested. "It'll save us the unforgettable humiliation of being naked around each other for days."
"And miss out on this fantastic vacation? You saw the brochure several times. Don't tell me you aren't interested in those activities."
"Yeah, sure I was interested- when I thought clothes were involved. I didn't know that it was for nudists."
"Don't be such a closed minded person. The human body is the most natural thing in the world."
"Okay, then show me," I said, almost in a dare.
She froze for a second. "I can't."
"And why not? You just said that nudity was so natural."
"It's different. We're related."
"Earlier you said it wasn't a big deal. That it'll just be between us, and no one will ever know about it."
Deep down, I enjoyed throwing Christine's words back at her. It was always fun giving her a hard time, because she always enjoyed doing that to me.
"Enough bullshit already," she said defiantly. "Let's get undressed. We'll do it at the same time, so it's fair."
This time, I was the one who froze.
"Wait, you're serious?"
"Does it look like I'm joking?"
With that, she pulled her top off and stood in her bra. Her body was nicely toned, perfectly tanned, with nice small boobs. It caught me completely off guard, and my jaw nearly dropped.
"You weren't kidding."
"Look, I know this is super awkward," she said calmly. "How about we turn around and undress. Then when we're done, we both turn and face each other- the exact same time. That way, it'll be less awkward."
"Sounds like the most reasonable plan under the circumstance."
"Let's get started."
Christine turned around, and so did I. The sound of my sister undressing was surreal, because it soon meant that I would finally see her naked. But of course, I had to live up to my end of the bargain. I undressed, which was fairly easy because I only wore a simple outfit. I stood naked. My nerves were building. Finally, I heard my sister stop undressing, which meant that she was done.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yeah."
I was getting even more nervous. I was completely naked, and I was about to show her my body. And I was about to see her nude.
"Okay," she said. "On the count of 3. 1...2...3...
I turned around, naked, and I saw my sister holding a towel over her naked breast and vagina. Her eyes bulged. She looked at my bare cock and I quickly covered it with my hand.
"What the hell?!" I fumed. "You're covered!"
"Pretty nice cock you have."
"Should I get dressed or what?"
"I'm only teasing," she replied. "I wasn't sure if you were actually going to be naked or not. I didn't think you would actually do it."
"Well, I did it."
"I see that now. Fair is fair."
Christine dropped the towel and stood completely nude before me. I finally saw her tits. And they were glorious. They were nice and perky, and they curved upwards at just the right angle. Her small pink nipples protruded proudly. Her crotch was trimmed beautifully. She had a strong bikini tan line, which I was sure would be gone after this nudist trip.
"Damn," I managed to speak.
"Like what you see?" she replied, playfully raising her arms to pose.
I snapped out of it and got back to reality. And the reality was, she was my sister, and it was incredibly inappropriate for me to gawk at her beautiful bare body.
"Let's put our clothes in the locker," I said. "The tour bus should be leaving soon, and I don't want us to be late."
We gathered our clothes and put them in the locker. When I stood next to my sister, I couldn't help but notice how sexy her body looked. It became abundantly clear that the awkwardness between us was only beginning.