Derek's eyes shot open. He'd been so wrapped up in his incestuous thoughts he'd forgotten his swimsuit had fallen off during their mishap.   "Oh god…" Miranda muttered as she began whipping her head back and forth for any sign of their clothing, "I don't see them anywhere. Check underwater!"   Derek was getting worried. He ducked his head underwater and began looking around for anything. It was clear enough that he could...

Miranda huffed as she trudged over the packed sand. She made her way down to the low tide towards the water. If she was going to do this she was going all in, taking the moist stage out front for the whole beach to see. She reached the waterline and let a wave crash over her toes, sighing in relief. She stood for a moment psyching herself up, enjoying the cool relief, before taking a deep breath and taking off down the sh...

"It must feel nice," Miranda said softly, "being free like that. They looked like they were really enjoying themselves." "I guess," Derek muttered, unsure of where she was going to steer the conversation. "I wonder what they think of everyone staring at them. Do you think they like all the attention?" Miranda asked, trying to pry some information from him. "Y-yea probably. Why else would they do it?" Derek responded. He w...

Derek stretched his arms to the sky and groaned. Six hours on a plane were enough to leave him cramped and sore. He shook his legs out and cracked his neck, loosening up as he felt a hand pat him on the back. He turned to look as his mother, Miranda, came around his side. "How ya feeling, baby?" she asked with a big grin. "Sooore... " he responded, bending to touch his toes and stretch his back. Miranda reached out and ru...

Gigi began to salivate as she watched the girl pull down the zipper of her shorts. She looked on intently as the girl slid them down her slim legs and struggled to pull her boots through the holes. When she managed to free herself, she tossed the shorts behind her at the base of her tree.   "Get down," she commanded, pointing a finger to the ground. Gigi complied and crouched down, leaning her back against the tree.   The...

Gigi’s eyes watered as she waddled along the tree-lined path. Her short steps weren’t granting her much progress, but she didn't dare spread her thighs and release the pressure. Gigi had to pee, badly.   Right then, she really regretted that second glass of wine she downed before leaving her friend's apartment. She noted the landmarks of the familiar path and deduced she was still fifteen minutes from her place. She wasn’...