Family Ties

“Complete,” she said with a nod. “Seats and belts?”

I checked both hers and mine. “Secure.”

“Parking brake?”

I touched the handle. “Set.”

We went through the rest of the checklist until everything was complete.

“Ready?” I said at last. She smiled ear-to-ear and nodded. I scanned the

immediate area and then called, “Clear prop!”

The engine whined, coughed twice, and turned over. It caught and settled into a steady thrum as the plane vibrated with power. We put on our headsets and adjusted the microphone booms.

“Check, check,” I said over the intercom. “Hear me okay?”

“Loud and clear, captain.”

The rest of taxi and takeoff was thoroughly routine as far as I was concerned. But Christy found something new to enjoy at every stage, whether I was talking on the radio or simply setting the throttle and mixture once we reached our requested cruising altitude. At that point I set the autopilot and gave the instruments and airspace another quick scan.

We settled in for the ride and chatted for about thirty minutes, and I told her what it was like to spend summers at camp. I skipped over the sex, but she could tell I was leaving out plenty of details.

“That’s where you met Gina?” she asked.

“Mmm hmm.”

“And Kendall?”

“Yes,” I said cautiously. I wasn’t sure where she was going, but I didn’t want it to blow up in my face.

“What was that like? Seeing your girlfriend—girl friends—without clothes? All the time?”

“It was cool, but not quite the way you’re thinking. Sure, I was a teenage guy, so I liked the boobs and butts and bushes.” I glanced at her sideways to judge her reaction. She simply nodded. “But being nude all the time kinda takes the naughtiness out of it.”

“For real?”

“Well, not completely,” I admitted. “I mean, the situation is important too.” I looked at her again and wondered how much I wanted to say. “Look at it this way… I can see the shape of your breasts under your sweater. And it’s a little chilly in the cabin, so your nipples—”

Her eyes widened and she immediately pulled her jacket closed.

“—are hard.” I paused and deliberately tugged the jacket from her grip.

Then I spread it open until I could see the points of her nipples again.

She fought an internal battle and then lowered her hands.

“They’re cute. And they’re part of my point.” I looked again for my own enjoyment before I continued, “So I can see the shape of your breasts, and even your nipples, but the situation isn’t sexual. Well, it wasn’t until a

moment ago.”

“It sure is now,” she muttered under her breath. The intercom picked it up and transmitted faithfully.

“Yeah, it is. And I’m starting to react.” I made a show of adjusting my nascent erection. “But before, they were just body parts. They’re attractive body parts, and ones I like to look at, but the situation wasn’t sexual, so I didn’t have a hard-on. It is sexual now, and You-Know-Who is suddenly interested.”

“Mr. Big.”

“Uh-huh. And getting bigger as we speak. Anyway, back to your question. A nudist camp is like that. They’re just body parts—boobs and butts and bushes… and boners—until the right situation crops up.”

“You mean sex.”

“Or anything that makes you think of it. A minute ago your breasts were just part of the scenery. Now I’m thinking about what they’ll look like as I fuck you.”

“Oh my gosh!”

“To thine own girlfriend be true,” I said with a chuckle.

She recovered her composure quicker than I thought she would. “Were you like this with them? With Gina and Kendall, I mean.”

“Like how?”

“Did you talk about sex and look at them so… openly?”

“In public? No. That’s just simple decorum, not to mention respect. But when we were alone? Sure, of course. Why not? They were my girlfriends.

But there were lots of times when the situation wasn’t sexual, like when we were just hanging out. They were just friends then, even though they happened to be girls and nude. I really didn’t notice. Then there were other times…” I watched her out of the corner of my eye.

“When you thought about… doing things… with them?”

“Mmm hmm. And my attention became a lot more sexual. Like with your nipples a few minutes ago.”

“It feels weird knowing you’re looking at them.”

“Why?”

“It just… does.”

“Get used to it. I like your breasts. They’re cute and perky. Besides, soon enough I’ll do more than look.”

She sighed with anticipation and then blushed when the intercom picked

it up.

I wanted to kiss her, but the conscientious part of me decided to scan the instruments and airspace first. Straight and level, no traffic in sight, so I flipped the microphone out of the way and leaned toward her. I raised her own mic and then kissed her, gently at first, but with growing heat and desire.

She moaned and leaned into me when I cupped her breast through her sweater. My thumb brushed the hard nub of her nipple, which made her gasp.

I grinned and sat back. She said something I couldn’t hear, so I gestured to her mic and pulled my own back down.

“I like flying private,” she repeated.

“Even when the pilot kisses you?”