The Gloria Beach Volleyball Open

Disclaimer: All characters are over the age of 18.

Welcome to my third Literotica story -- and my first entry to the Nude Day Contest. This a slow-burn story that will reward your engagement and patience. Enjoy it!

Tuesday, July 8th, 8. am.

The sun slowly rose over the small town of Panther Meadow in South Florida, and its warm rays soon began making their way through the windows of its residence, among them a 23-year-old young man named Bradley Hartlin. The warmth and light of sunbeams started to wake him up from his slumber, clashing with his own drowsiness and desire to stay asleep at least until noon.

Then he heard knocking on his door.

"Brad... honey!" a feminine voice, muffled by the wooden gate, demanded he come down stairs. "I need you to wake up and come to the kitchen as soon as possible, please!" It was Bradley's mother Sylvia.

Bradley wondered what exactly did Sylvia want from him so "early" in the morning. It was summer break between his junior and senior year of college and all he really wanted to do was to bask in enough rest after pulling all-nighters on finals week. Still, he thought it might be some simple favor as opening a jar or picking something from the upper shelves. After stretching in bed, Bradley noticed his morning wood was prominently tented between his boxers.

"Mom can't see me like this..." He thought to himself. So he grabbed a very loose shirt he had remaining back from his "fat days" and put it over. "The less I think about this, the better." Bradley probably thought he would be able to get through with whatever chore or favor his mother needed of him and go back to sleep.

However, as Bradley descended the stairs, he began noticing a second, familiar female voice conversing with his mother's. A feeling of unease began to creep on him.

"So yes, my partner for the volleyball competition, dropped off the last minute under the excuse that he sprained his ankle..."

"Oh, shit. Aunt Sasha. Aunt Sasha is here, man!" Bradley's face went red as nervously realized that his aunt Sasha was in the kitchen.

It is not that Bradley didn't like his mother's sister Sasha. It was more that Sasha's visage of a fit, sports-loving 37-year-old blonde with curves in all of the right places was bound to give a lot of young men lascivious thoughts... And Bradley sure wasn't spared from falling for her charms, which gave him feelings of shame over having hormone-driven fantasies involving her when jerking himself off to sleep at night.

"I think it would be good for him to participate... There you are honey, good morning!" Bradley arrived at the kitchen and Sasha -- clad in a pink sports bra and black yoga pants which accentuated her hips - was the first to approach him for hug, which did little to alleviate his pent-up hormones.

"Brad, your aunt Sasha here told me she is going to participate on a mixed-gender, 2-on-2 volleyball tournament at a beach club two hours from here on Saturday. However, the guy who was going to be her partner overextended his ankle and tore his ligament." Sylvia made clear that she hadn't summoned Bradley for a simple chore.

"It's been difficult to find partners, Brad. So I decided to approach you because you are my sporty, athletic nephew.... If you don't want to participate, I will understand dear. Safe to say, there is a cash prize and I'm willing to share it with you, in case that we get into the top three." said Sasha.

"Come on, honey. It'll be a fun weekend getaway for you and Sasha. Plus, you could even meet a few young ladies your age, don't you think?" added Sylvia

A weekend meeting beautiful girls in what he imagined would be bikinis, and the possibility of coming out with some extra cash. Now they were talking Bradley's language.

"You know what, Aunt Sasha? I'm in. Let's do this." That was the impulse Bradley needed to make up his mind.

"Amazing, Bradley dear! All right, I'll come to pick you up Saturday at 7am so we can register for the competiton as soon as we get there." Sasha hugged Bradley again, causing him to heat up.

Saturday, July 12th, 7. am.

The past few days had been quite the ride for Bradley. Although he attended the gym daily -- at 9pm -- Bradley felt the responsibility to work on his jump, spike and lob. From Wednesday noon to the evening right before, Bradley had contacted an old high school female classmate who played on the varsity volleyball team to give him a refresh on the techniques of the game.

Still, a part of Bradley felt restless. Mostly because he imagined that his aunt Sasha, would be rocking a bikini beside him and that would probably distract him. It was an open, friendly tournament but still he felt that helping his aunt get to the top three would -- in a way - "redeem" him from his desires.

As the morning sunbeams again rose over Panther Meadow, Bradley and Sylvia waited in their front porch for Sasha to arrive in her car. A car horn indicated her arrival.

"Well honey, Sasha's here. Call me when you arrive at the beach club, please?" Sylvia asked of Bradley before kissing his forehead.

"Sure thing, ma."

"Good. See you later in the evening -- or maybe next morning! Sasha's a beach club member so you could stay the night over there!"

"Wait, you didn't say anything about..." Sylvia went back to the house while Sasha began calling Bradley from her car.

Bradley felt like Sylvia had withheld that detail from him. The fact that he could be staying the night alongside Sasha -- in the same room - began to mess with his head.

"Brad, dear! We're gonna be late for registration! Hurry up!" Sasha sounded her horn again. Bradley gave a deep breath and just decided to follow through.

"There you are, sweetie!" Sasha leaned over to give her nephew a kiss on the cheek. "Are we ready for some fun in the sun? And hopefully some dough." The woman in her late thirties said to Bradley as she winked her eye.

One hour and fifteen minutes of car travel went by, a drive in which Sasha and Bradley passed through a few beach clubs, which to the young man felt like multiple constant fakeouts. Finally, they seemingly got to the one that they were looking for.

"La Gloria Beach Club. Here we are!" Sasha uttered as she entered the car's parking lot. Notably, the view of the beach itself was obstructed by a row of local vegetation, which instead gave direct view to the Caribbean's turquoise waters.

"Brad, sweetie. I... I would like to give a you a bit of a heads-up. Okay?"

Bradley felt a lump in his throat. He felt that Sasha had finally realized that showing herself to him off in a skimpy bikini would cause him to act weird.

"See, this beach club. It's a bit different from what you'd expect. When we get to the beach itself - Being your first time - your body might have... "certain" reactions to the things you see. I want you to know that this is normal, and you will get accustomed. Okay?" Sasha's warning felt strange to Bradley, until he realized there was one kind of beach he had actually never been before.

A nude beach.

Bradley felt his heart thumping as he put two and two together. His aunt Sasha, subject of his most intense fantasies, was bringing him as her partner to a nude beach volleyball tournament. In a few minutes, not only he would see her completely naked, but he would have to be completely naked as well. Bradley slumped back into the copilot seat, trying to process this sudden influx of information.

Was Sylvia aware that Sasha's beach club was a nudist one? Either Sasha had never told her the name of the club in question, had given her false information... Or there was an even more shocking possibility that Sylvia knew all along and was letting her sister have her way. Whether it was ignorance or malice, Bradley felt himself as if drowning on quicksand.

"Aunt Sasha... " Bradley give himself a pause before continuing "If you are uncomfortable with this, we can go back. We haven't registered for the contest at the front desk, so we aren't wasting an opportunity that we didn't take at all. You realize..." Bradley paused himself again, lowering the tone of his voice.

"You realize... I am going to see you naked? You realize... That we are going to be naked -- aunt and nephew - together?"

After a minute or two of silence, Sasha finally responded to her nephew's question.

"Yes, Bradley. We are going to be naked together. And despite being your aunt, I have absolutely no problem whatsoever with that. You are a straight young man, with a natural interest in women. I... I actually have noticed you've got an eye for me. That's what I picked you as my partner for the tournament."

"This... This was intentional all along?" Bradley couldn't tell his emotions apart. He was shocked, appalled, relieved and aroused all along. Aunt Sasha wasn't being ignorant or naive, she was just following along her nephew's desires.

"Yes, Bradley." Sasha put her hand over Bradley's. "Just chill and enjoy this day with me. Alright?"

Bradley recomposed himself, took a deep breath and responded. "Okay."

Sasha and Bradley got out of the car and walked into the beach club's central building. As they entered, Bradley was shocked to not see that many people around the facilities. Was the club empty at this time of the day? Sasha went to the front desk, rang the bell and checked in.

"Ms. Sasha Hartlin, welcome back! Registering for the voleibol, right?" said José, the fit, olive-skinned shirtless receptionist in his early 30s.

"Hola José! " said Sasha in English-accented Spanish, "Yes darling, I'm competing on the volleyball tournament this year!"

"Hartlin, Sasha." José typed down her name on the touchscreen tablet computer he had set up in the front desk. "And who is this young man checking in with you?" José looked at Bradley.

"Bradley, come here darling!" Sasha summoned her nephew, who approached the desk was slightly intimidated by José, who was a bit leaner than him. José asked for his ID, as he was both a guest and this was a measure to confirm that anyone entering the club was over the age of 21.

"Here, my ID." Bradley presented his ID card to José.

"Nice to meet you Bradley, I'm José." the Cuban receptionist replied back. "All right. Hartlin, Bradley." As José typed on the touchscreen's virtual keyboard, Bradley expected for him to say something regarding the fact Sasha's volleyball tournament partner was her relative.

"Very well. You are now both checked in... And registered for the volleyball tournament!" As José spoke, Sasha noticed him checking Bradley out. The receptionist then handed her the key card to their room numbered 23.

"Bradley, why don't you set up yourself in our room?" Sasha handed the key card to Bradley so he could go and open the room.

As Bradley went up the staircase that led to their room, Sasha looked at José and whispered to him:

"Sorry darling, Brad's straight. Él gusta mujeres." Sasha responded in broken Spanish.

"Ay carajo, que muchacho tan guapo." José quipped in his Caribbean-inflicted Spanish "¿Y es tuyo?"

"Nephew!" Sasha clarified "My nephew, mi sobrino."

"Be glad that we just ask for age over 21 and just that, amor." José responded to Sasha. Clarifying that the club's only inquiry for entrance was the legal drinking age.

With a swipe of the key card, Bradley opened the door to the suite. It was an easy-on-the-eyes, Southern European-style space with accoutrements such as a king size bed with linen sheets, a LED TV, sturdy rattan furniture and a wide window giving a beautiful view of the Caribbean sea. The breeze freely travelled inside the room. Bradley sat on the bed, his heart pounding with excitement at what was going to happen in a few hours. He felt the familiar excitement a young man feels before he gets a hard-on.

"Brad, let your Auntie in!" Sasha knocked to the door and Bradley rushed towards it at the other side of the walls in expectation.

"Thank you sweetheart!" Sasha gave Bradley a kiss on the cheek, then lowered her voice slightly "So, honey... the moment of truth... The tournament is starting at the beach in 15 minutes and I think most of the members and guests are already there. " Sasha sat alongside Bradley on the edge of the bed. "Would you like for us to just get naked already from here so you can get accustomed to it as soon as possible? Or would you like to get naked down at the beach? Any choice is alright for me."

Bradley felt his heart was about to burst and rip his chest apart. He was about to see the most forbidden subject of his desires, fully nude, without any prejudice. He was speechless. Sasha looked at him, and clearly sensing his head was completely lost in a haze, took the initiative instead.

"Bradley, stand up." Bradley simply followed his aunt Sasha's orders. Sasha, still sitting, began to softly grab at the hem of his shirt. "Let me help you undress, darling." Slowly, Sasha began pulling the shirt up, making Bradley instinctively raise his arms and help her strip him of his shirt.

Sasha gave a gentle, faint giggle. It was clear she was checking out her adult nephew's athletic body. "You've got nice abs, Bradley." she whispered softly.

"Thank you, Aunt Sasha." Bradley's voice sounded obstructed, the experience of being undressed by Sasha of all women was too overwhelming, and he was still just shirtless.

And then, Sasha moved towards the front of his jean shorts. As Sasha began softly unbuttoning the front of Bradley's shorts and lowering his zipper, the young man began giving low whimpers. Sasha sensed Bradley was extremely excited and enjoying every slow second of her undressing him.

"Let's take this off, alright?" Having his shorts unfastened, Bradley realized Sasha had her thumbs holding both the waistband of his jean shorts AND the waistband of his boxers. With a fast swipe, Sasha pulled Bradley's lower body waistbands down, driving his jean shorts and boxers down to his ankles. Bradley began now breathing heavily as he was now completely exposed and vulnerable in front of his aunt's sight.

"Oh, my... That's quite the feature you have there, Brad." Sasha was of course talking about Bradley's 6.5'' circumcised penis. She noticed it was flushing red and slowly engorging. Bradley was enjoying being undressed by her -- and she hadn't gotten naked herself. "Lay down on the bed, please?" Bradley simply followed his aunt's orders.

As he laid down in the bed, Sasha freed his ankles from its textile shackles. The young man was fully exposed in front of his beautiful, desirable aunt. Sasha pulled Bradley by the hands into standing back up. Bradley, fully naked and with his erection steadily engorging, stood coyly in front of Sasha. She then led his hands and fingers towards the brooches at the back of her summer dress, leading him into unclasping each one open.

"That's it. You're doing so well, Bradley." Soon after, there were no brooches left to unclasp. Bradley's hands began dancing around the chasm of Sasha's bare back skin. The moment felt unreal. Sasha pulled Bradley away gently, sitting him down in the bed yet again. Then she walked a further two steps away, lowering the straps of the dress, which soon fell to the ground.

Bradley's imagination had nothing on how Sasha really looked in the nude: A pair of supple, all-natural 36DDs crowned by rosy, soft-looking nipples. A nice little landing strip crowning her outie pussy lips. Luscious hips. The young man was competely entranced by the sight of his own aunt looking like an absolute ivory goddess. Sasha walked towards him again and put her hands on his shoulders, in turn he placed his hands on her hips.

If the line wasn't already crossed, it would have been crossed if Bradley hadn't snapped back into the present.

"The volleyball tournament starts in 5 minutes! We need to be at the beach quick!"

"Oh, okay dear! Let us grab what we need (Towels, sunscreen, sunglasses) and let's get going to the beach."

Bradley and Sasha, buck naked except for sunglasses, and in her case a sun hat, paced quickly through the beach looking for the volleyball nets, passing by a good amount of fellow nudists. Bradley's attention towards Sasha's statuesque figure was often interrupted by occassional glimpses at the nude women there were around. Bradley nevertheless tried to ignore them, preferring to give discreet glances at his aunt's generous breasts, which bounced slightly with her walk. Sasha noticed, gave a side stare at Bradley and gave a soft chuckle.

"I think it's only fair if I let you have a grab later tonight." Sasha whispered and Bradley's prick began to perk up.

"Look, there's a bunch of people gathered over there!" Bradley was aroused but then he noticed that they were in fact, just next to the volleyball nets. The tournament was set as a semi-serious event, with a raised stage under a banner that read "Gloria Beach Volleyball Open 2025". A well-endowed Jamaican man, holding a microphone and a clipboard, was ascending via the stairs at one side of the stage.

"What's up, beautiful people of Gloria Bea-a-ch!" said the Jamaican man.

"Oh look, it's Marcel!" Sasha recognized the man in question. Bradley in turn wondered if they had been lovers before.

The crowd of nudists ranging from their early twenties to a few people in their late sixties gave a restrained cheer in response.

"Your host Marcel welcomes you to the 20-25 edition of our Volleyball Open! 8 couples of ladies an' gents' will compete for fun! For glory! For mon-aaaaaaaay!" Marcel extended the final syllable of the word money.

"And most importantly... for the tradition." The way Marcel paused slightly before saying "tradition" made Bradley wonder if this tournament had existed for more than 30 years.

"The tradition?" Bradley asked Sasha.

"Oh... The tradition." Sasha simply looked at Bradley and did not say anything else.

Marcel then looked at his clipboard and shouted. "Our first bracket... Sasha and Bradley against Jessica and Jonathan!"

"Crap, that's us!" Bradley grabbed his aunt's arm and rushed to the volleyball net. At the same time, their opponents - Jessica, owner of a sizeable Brazilian ass, dark-skinned, perfectly waxed and tattooed from her thighs to her pelvis forming inked-on chaps, accompanied her tall, girthy-membered, German-Brazilian lover Jonathan - walked to the side of the net opposite to Sasha and Bradley. A slender young woman with brown hair in a ponytail, glasses, and a necklace which held an encased coin, walked towards the longer side of the court and asked all four participant nudists to gather round.

"Hello, my name is Carla and will be the official and scorekeeper for the tournament. First couple to get to 12 points or reach a 6-point advantage advances to the next round, alright?" Carla unclasped the case and took out the coin. "Jessica and Jonathan, heads or tails?"

"Heads!" said Jessica eagerly. It fell tails, which meant that Sasha and me would get to serve the ball initially.

Bradley realized he would have to serve the ball. Although he was still aroused and his cock was twitching from one degree to the next and back of rigidity -- having not only Sasha in his side of the net, but Jessica on the opposite end and Carla around -- he was set in approaching the ordeal with a sportsman's mindset instead of that of a horny young man.

"Couples set? First match starts to start in three, two, one..." Marcel shouted up on the stage, and after counting down, Carla sounded her whistle, signaling the start of the match.

Set on the diametrically opposite end of Sasha's, Bradley -- nervously focused - tried a long serve from his position. He floated the ball and when it was just above his head, he struck it with his open palm, sending it flying above the net. Bradley was kind of nervous as the ball floated just towards Jonathan's area, making it an easy strike for the towering Teuton, who stroke the ball back squarely towards Sasha's direction in what seemed to be an easy deflect for 5' 2'' blondie, but the power from Jonathan's strike was Carla sounded her whistle signaling Jessica and Jonathan's scoring.

"Two points for Team Jessica and Jonathan! 2-0!"

It was Bradley's turn to serve again. Sasha noticed that her nephew was nervous, as despite his arduous crash training between Tuesday and Friday, the fact that he was playing volleyball in the sun, surrounded by beautiful nude ladies, while competing for a cash prize, was probably giving him too much to think. She decided to gently approach her nephew before he tried to serve.

"Bradley, I think we're playing on wrong sides. You're 6'1'' -- you should be up front taking advantage of Jessica being shorter."

"But don't you think Jonathan will intentionally try a power serve from the back of his side of the net, taking advantage of your own short height? Unless you are trying to catch his shots falling and reducing their speed, you are going to have problems deflecting the ball over the net."

"You're almost there, Brad. I'm going to dig Jonathan's slowing down ball towards you in a pass, which then you will serve it upwards -- of course Jessica will try to block. That's when you do a spike or a cross shot with all the power you've got."

"I knew you were a gym bunny, but a field strategist is competely new to me." Bradley responded in certain surprise at his aunt's application of physics in a game of 2-on-2 nude volleyball.

Sasha pulled her nephew even closer and whispered to him. "If we manage to pass the round of 8, you have at least guaranteed yourself a soapy shower handjob from your aunt."

Then, the woman gave Bradley a quick kiss in the mouth. Bradley felt his mouth dry, he had already grown accustomed to the nudity surrounding him, but now Sasha was eagerly promising to cross *those* lines. He felt his balls began to slightly hang from the humidity and arousal.

Carla sounded her whistle. "Penalty against Team Bradley and Sasha! Took too long to serve! 4-0!".

"Dammit! Okay, let's roll out your plan, Sasha."

"My nephew is such a good boy, isn't he?"

Sasha responded as she and Bradley traded positions on their side of the net. It was Sasha's turn to serve. Sending the ball flying upwards for spin, the average-height woman then gave an impressive jump -- which made her nude flesh jiggle all over - to give an underhand serve in the air, which allowed the ball to give a high parabolic flight exactly towards Jonathan's space. The tall Teuton gave a smirk.

"Faca o corte, Jonathan! Spike it baby, and it's over!" Jessica shouted at her man. A short jump in the air gave Jonathan enough air to spike the ball from his side. As Sasha had expected, the ball was travelling towards her side, losing speed as it fell. Bradley felt a strong panic over losing the very reason he and Sasha went to the tournament. But Sasha blocked with a dig with enough power to sent the ball flying back towards their opponents' side.

"A bola é mia!" Instead of serving back, Jessica spiked the ball to finish the match, completely ignoring Bradley who in turn did what could be described as a cross-block, blocking with enough strength to send the ball flying towards the floor at the corner horizontally opposite Jonathan.

"Point for Team Sasha and Bradley! 2-4!"

"Follow my lead, honey. And you will have earned your handjob." Bradley decided to let Sasha be the brain of the team while he instead became more of a reactive spiker. Sasha soon served again but instead spiking the ball back, Jonathan served it towards Jessica, who instead dug the ball with enough power to go way over the shorter woman's height. Bradley decided to play the same game and instead of trying to spike and have it deflected by Jonathan, he instead did a risky pancake save. The ball was now flew again towards Jonathan, who spiked the ball with his characteristic power. Bradley felt this was a sure widening of the disadvantage, but then Sasha suprised him by giving a running high jump and spiking the ball back into the opposite floor.

"Sasha and Bradley! 4-4!" shouted Carla.

Bradley was surprised at how good his aunt was at this. Her bare body glistened with sweat and although he had pretty much seen her naked for almost the entire day, the sweat made her look even sexier.

"Focus on the game, Brad. You'll have lots of time to ogle me after we get through this round."

Bradley found odd that Sasha had been constantly saying her intent of "getting past a round" instead of outright declaring to become first place. Did she not have winning spirit? Was there something else involving the first place winners that his aunt was not mentioning? Or maybe she wasn't just that cash-strapped to go for the biggest prize.

Whatever the reason, the volleyballing bout continued. Eventually, Bradley and Sasha managed to discern Jessica and Jonathan's style: If Jonathan did a gentle serve, Jessica was going to strike hard and viceversa. Despite Jessica and Jonathan scoring in the next serve, Bradley and Sasha followed by reaching 6-6 and then turning the score in their favour for two straight serves, 10-6. The mixed-race Brazilian couple then got the following point for 10-8, but then again, Bradley and Sasha used their own "play against expectations" tactics to get to the 14-8.

"6-point advantage reached by Bradley and Sasha! First team to advance to the round of 4!" shouted the bespectacled and slim, nudist official Carla.

"Woah, great!" shouted Bradley in victory.

"Auntie knows best Brad, doesn't she?" said Sasha who approached him for a sweaty hug, grabbing him by the waist. And then Bradley remembered they were nude and his penis was dangling dangerously close to Sasha's prominent labia, which led him to get lost in the moment, in the physical proximity between his own manhood and his aunt's womanhood.

"You've already earned yourself a delicious orgasm, honey" Sasha whispered in a low, sultry voice. "But, let's see how far this goes." As she pulled back from the embrace, Sasha winced at her nephew.

"How far this goes?" Brad wondered if the next prize would be a blowjob. He'd probably assume that at this point, that's how far they'd go. With a blowjob, Sasha would likely spit and be safe from "an accident".

"Bom jogo! Congratulations!" Jonathan, the intimidating German-Brazilian giant, revealed himself as a gentle one, approaching the victorious aunt-and-nephew couple with good sportmanship while his carioca firecracker of a wife Jessica held his hand. They were as sweaty as Brad and Sasha, and particularly in the case of Jessica's milk chocolate-toned skin, the sweat made her look particularly alluring. Jonathan and Jessica each greeted Brad and Sasha with a handshake. Both couples then went to the stands to watch the other 3 pairs of couples compete.

"You are really formidable rivals!" Sasha praised their inventive playstyle.

"But we were no match for you!" Jessica off the court had a likeable demeanor, bubbly as her ass. "By the way, I'm a bit curious... Are you related?"

Sasha's smile at Jessica sort of receded as she answered with a low tone. "Yes, Bradley here is my nephew." Bradley expected negatively shocked grimaces from the Brazilian couple, but they just let out a surprised "Ohhh...". Bradley did notice Jessica's huge, pierced nipples harden at the revelation, but he quickly changed direction of his eyes in fears of offending Jonathan.

"It's just that you really gel together in play. A certain chemistry more akin to a pair of lovers." Bradley and Sasha's bodies reacted to Jonathan's use of the word "lovers", they had been fooling around in the buff -- Already something absolutely taboo for the world outside the beach club - the whole damn day. Perhaps the term "lovers" actually meant crossing that final boundary.

Just between the end of the second and the start of the third bracket, Jonathan and Jessica stood up for snacks. "We're going for some fresh shellfish-and-fruit bowls, and we'll get back here with you, meus amigos." said Jessica who began walking away with her glorious, fat ass bouncing for the eyes of the men (and women) of La Gloria Beach Club.

"Would you like us to get you some drinks?" Jonathan inquired before catching up with his wife.

"Two cucumber lemonades, non-alcoholic! We can't get blitzed until we're done!" replied Sasha as her eyes also drifted a bit towards Jonathan's thick shaft.

"Perfect, we'll be back in five minutes!"

A few minutes passed. Jonathan and Jessica came back from the snack bar with the fresh bowls and the beverages, which when drunk reduced the environmental heat - but not the sensual one - within Bradley and Sasha. The four of them watched the remaining two brackets conclude. Bradley and Sasha would now go against Spanish spouses Anton and Lorena. Unlike Jonathan and Jessica, disparate in their looks, Anton and Lorena looked like one of those "perfect" couples you see in stock image-based "marriage retreat" ads on church bulletins, except they were both brown-haired, brown-eyed... And completely naked.

Jonathan and Jessica, out of the competition, would be now cheering for the aunt and nephew duo. Now more accustomed, this time Bradley's mind was a bit more into the game than into the pleasure Sasha would give him afterwards. It just happened that the couple Anton and Lorena had faced in the round of 8 was a pair of older British retirees, and so their conservative, safe style of volleyball was no match for Sasha and Bradley's 'chemistry'. After a few hiccups had them tied 4-4, Bradley and Sasha began sweeping from that moment onwards, reaching the winning 12-6 even with yet another mistake. Sasha spiked, Bradley dug. Bradley blocked Lorena's spike into a pass that Sasha turned into a potent 'pancake' serve towards an open spot that Anton failed to block.

"We're between the 2nd and the big one, auntie!" Bradley said to Sasha as Carla announced them as winners. Instead of joy however, Sasha's mood was more one of anxious anticipation, she felt her heart race as the possibility of "the tradition" was now 50/50.

Sasha whispered to herself "You have already crossed the boundaries by promising him a tug... What are you afraid of, Sasha? He wants you... And you want him too!"

The "tradition" is a privilege granted to the winning couple of the Gloria Beach Volleyball Open: The abrogation of the Club's rule against public sex for them and them only for the duration of the weekend. That means, that they can get to celebrate their victory by having sex freely and shamelessly in front of the other competitors and spectators, and for the rest of the day and into Sunday at 11:59.

At the bar, At the dancefloor, in the hallways of the hotel. Even the lobby would be open ground for depraved passion.

Marcel, master of ceremonies, went back to the microphone and announced the grand final: "Our Gloria Beach Volleyball Open is now on its final, definitive round! Please give generous applause for our finalist couples: Livia and her boyfriend Claude against Sasha and her partner, Bradley!"

Bradley felt that Marcel referred him as Sasha's partner in order to blur the fact that he was actually her nephew. There was a strong air of anticipation at the thought of Bradley and Sasha winning and recieving "the tradition" -- Jonathan and Jessica, who were actively aware of this, felt the heat around their loins wanting to intensify, for the scene Bradley had often played in his head while jerking off in his bedroom was now playing -- now with a tropical setting - in the minds of their Brazilian friends and pretty much the rest of the nudists gathered around for the tournament.

Livia, a slim, muscular redhead with visibly enhanced breasts and tribal tattoos on her left thigh, and Claude, an ebony man with short hair in dreadlocks dyed the same color as Livia at the tips -- "An association futebol team spirit superstition." said Jonathan -- weren't a team whose approach was to plow through with fast offense and defense, but to keep the ball under precise and restrained control, floating in a safe low-medium speed in order to tire and wear down the opposing team by stagnating the flow of the match. Although frustrating to watch, their approach was completely tournament-legal as there was no strict time limit -- The tournament could in theory go on for more than a day if there was not a clear couple winner of "the tradition", by nighttime.

As both finalist couples went into their respective halves of the net, Sasha's inner heat began to increase, she noticed her pussy, which had been going in and out of arousal along the afternoon, was getting moister and moister. Bradley, who was staring at her, approached to embrace her.

"Oh, Bradley, honey..." As Sasha gave a quiet sensual moan in response, Bradley could feel the tips of her fingers around his cock.

"Is my auntie Sasha hot and bothered now? Just this match and we are free to give into each other at the hotel room, alright?" Bradley whispered to her lowly.

For the last time in the tournament, Carla sounded her starting whistle. This time the coin toss fell in favour of Livia and Claude, the former giving an elegant serve that was intentionally easy for Bradley to spike back seeking an early 2 points. However, Bradley's attempt to spike was blocked by Claude, who instead of spiking back at the bounce for a point, he produced a backwards overhand pass to Livia with the same classy, restrained touch. They were going to seek to tire out Bradley and Sasha enough by countering their energy with inertia.

A few minutes passed and the game still went nil-nil. The sun was setting down in the horizon and the blue sky was already a gradient of blue to orange. Bradley felt worn out as not only Livia and Claude were blocking him and his aunt's way to the grand prize, but they were effectively 'cock-blocking' him from his fantasy.

Sasha, hornier and more frustrated than Bradley at that point, decided to re-arrange her nephew and her's playstyle one last time. She took advantage at Livia and Claude stalling for a passing drill.

"Brad, let's go back to the starting positions of our first game. This time, you will be the server."

"Ummm, didn't we position ourselves this way because I'm terrible at serving?"

"Exactly. Livia and Claude's style is precision. But instead of trying to get them with a barrage of aerial serves and cross spikes, we're gonna instead be a bit looser, more relaxed, as if we had a few of my favorite mojitos. They're frustrating us? We're gonna frustrate them even more."

"What kind of tropical bug just bit you?" Bradley's words were sarcastic, but he was again impressed by his aunt's sharp mind.

"The horny bug." Out of nowhere, Sasha tugged at Bradley's dick and gave it a micro-stroke so discreet nobody could notice. The sensation washing over the young man's cut cock, however and after a day of constant sexual titillation, was extremely pleasurable. He felt so close to cumming that he let out a decent amount of pre-cum. The young man was about to let an audible moan but Sasha shut his mouth with her hand.

"See this as my attempt to motivate you. You'll get something even better if we win, darling."

As Bradley served the ball back towards Livia and Claude, he and Sasha quickly switched positions, Livia instead felt ready to do a powerful spike, taking advantage of her height difference with Sasha.

However, the shorter thirty-something blonde, fueled by her desire, jumped and blocked the ball in way that it gave it spin, giving it curvature as Claude tried to pancake it to no avail.

"2 points for Sasha and Bradley! 0-2!"

Sasha's technique worked. Slowing even more the ball's speed when serving back towards their opponents would lead them to break their restraint while restoring their own stamina and allowing for a quicker counterattack. Plus, the thirty-something blonde woman had the ace of giving the ball topspin behind her sleeve all along.

Sasha and Bradley tried again, this time it was Claude who loosened his restraint trying to give a close spike. Bradley some of his stamina recovered and focused on finally getting to get it on with Sasha, responded with sprint towards Claude's spike while digging an underhand serve, the speed of his sprint giving it enough force to send it towards Livia, who tried to block but her grip slipped. 0-4.

Sasha felt her head grow hazier and hazier and her pussy wetter and wetter as their advantage grew. Livia and Claude did come back for two points in the next round, but they have been pretty much read.

"2-4. 2-6. 4-6. 6-6. 6-8. 6-10. 8-10. 10-10. 10-12. 10-14. 12-14. 12-16. 12-18."

After a long back and forth, the La Gloria Beach Club Volleyball Open's 2025 edition had their winning couple: Bradley and Sasha.

Aunt and nephew were exhausted, Bradley was kneeling on the sand recovering his breath while Sasha was laying down completely, feeling as if her soul was leaving her body. What was going to happen in the following hours and the rest of the weekend was going to something she would have in her mind forever.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it for our winners!" Marcel pointed his open hand towards the winning couple.

Bradley got up and helped his aunt back up with an embrace. He noticed she looked completely stunned at her win, which made him wonder about her state. "You look so surprised at our win, aunt! Why is it?"

Sasha began feeling her nephew's muscles. "You are going to discover it very, very soon." Bradley assumed Sasha was talking about them about to get intimate in their hotel room, still unaware of "the tradition".

As Bradley and Sasha took in their victory, Livia and Claude congratulated them with good sportmanship. "I'll give you credit where it's due, you managed to break our style!" the fit redhead acknowledged.

"Heh. We ladies are all about lengths when horny. Aren't we?" Sasha responded to Livia.

"To be fair, next time we play volleyball we're gonna try to play more loosely." remarked Claude, a remark at which Livia gave him a sharp stare. "Well! Next time we play friendly volleyball, that is..."

"Well guys, it's been fun to play against you and hope we play again..." Bradley was cut short by Sasha pulling him towards the raised stage. They walked up the short stairs and went to the center, cheered on by Jonathan, Jessica, the rest of the contestants and attendees. Carla had already climbed the stage and was waiting for the winning couple just beside Marcel, at the center of the stage.

"Congratulations, Bradley and Sasha!" Carla reached to give cheek kisses to the winners.

Sasha looked a bit lost in her thoughts and began to pace up and down gently as if wanting to relieve her bladder. Bradley looked at her, wondering what was going on with her.

"So. Bradley and Sasha. My most sincere congratulations." Marcel began speaking in a lower and slower tone of voice. "What exactly got you so driven to win?" The Jamaican man tilted the microphone towards the couple.

"Well, Sasha told me there was a cash prize. Enough for me!" Bradley said jokingly and the crowd laughed in return.

Sasha then took the mic and sultrily said "The tradition." The crowd gave out a mix between cheers and oohs.

"Well Bradley, we're giving you both the cash prize after checkout on Sunday! But as Sasha has said... It's time, for the tradition." Marcel lowered his voice and then shouted. "Bring the water bed!" The crowd erupted.

"WHAT?!? WATER BED?!?" And Bradley... He had finally put "two and two together".

He turned his head to look at his aunt Sasha, whom in ravenous abandon leaned into him for a passionate kiss. If Bradley had been aroused all day, his dick raised into a full, firm mast. Sasha lowered her hands and began to tug at his now erect cock, which began oozing fresher and thicker threads of pre-cum. Sasha pulled back slightly from Bradley to let him breathe, switching over to stroking his shaft faster and faster. The crowd was intently anticipating at the unbelievable sexual spectacle that was about to unfold.

"Oh my god! Don't stop Sasha! Don't stop aunt Sasha! Jerk my dick! Jerk my dick!" Responding to Sasha's masturbation of his cock, he began groping her ass, jerking open her crack with enough speed to stimulate her pussy, which was now dripping juices on the floor of the stage. Bradley then lowered his head and began ravenously sucking and biting Sasha's juicy 36DD jugs. The young man began dangling his his red and purple erect cock around his aunt's thighs, seeking to tease her labia.

"You want my tits, Bradley? They're all yours, my love! Suck them! Bite them! Make me feel good!" Bradley was completey lost in Sasha's soft, supple mammaries. Their moaning was loud and wanton, but they were just starting to release the pent-up desire that had been built between them for an almost entire day.

The water bed soon arrived and got placed at the center of the stage. Sasha stopped stroking Bradley and pulled him to the squishy piece of erotic furniture. She fell to her knees, giving Bradley a clue of what would be the way she was going to please him. Sasha spit on Bradley's cock, slid her hand to extend its lubrication and just began sucking on it.

"Oh yes, like that! Suck my cock like that!" Bradley began moaning at the incredible sensation and moment of his aunt giving him a desperate blowjob, her angelic yet womanly face, her perfect tits jiggling with the motion. Sasha's fellations became faster and faster, and Bradley was fearing he would come too soon.

Sasha decided to take him all in her throat for a few seconds before pulling back, leaving a rope of her mouth juices dangling between her and her nephew's cock. She began laying down in the water bed, positioning her legs wide open in front of the astonished crowd. Gently pulling Bradley's head towards her bright pink and flooded cunt, the young man instinctively began working slow kisses from her belly button towards her landing strip-crowned pussy and then her clit, where with his tongue he began making circular motions on his aunt's pink nub.

"You want to eat my pussy, sunshine? Taste me, Bradley! Taste your aunt's cunt, so pink and hot for you!" Bradley began giving quick tongue strokes to Sasha's clitoris. Sasha was ecstatic, she also felt herself close to cumming. Sensing this, Bradley began spreading out his tongue strokes in both the frequency and space within his aunt's pussy. Soon after he was tongue-fucking Sasha's hot snatch. For the young man, this was an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Bradley's mouth motions soon morphed into rapid-fire suctions and kisses with his lips, at intervals holding a bit of Sasha's pussy lips between his lips in order to prolong the pleasure. Sasha meanwhile, was laying in her back, stimulating her now erect nipples, lost in sexual ecstasy as she was pleasured by her nephew's surprisingly skilled mouth. Despite the immensure pleasure, Sasha had recovered a bit of her composure for she wanted one thing, and that was Bradley's shaft thrusting inside her cunt. The thirty-something woman pulled her nephew back towards her and - breathing still heavy - demanded to be filled.

"I know how bad you've wanted this. And look, you're getting to fuck your slut aunt in front of lots and lots of people! Don't hold back, and do me as your aching balls dictate!" Bradley and Sasha switched positions, the young man was now the one laying on his back while Sasha laid over him, legs spread wide open, knowingly excited that he would first fuck her in reverse cowgirl, seeking to give the audience the best view of every nasty detail.

With his cock slick, Bradley first began teasing Sasha's pussy with a few slaps of his meaty shaft. And then, one of those slaps began to slid down her hole. Bradley slowly drove his cock deeper and deeper inside Sasha's cunt, until it was eventually sheathed by it.

"OH MY GOD!" Sasha screamed with a high pitch at Bradley's penetration. "FUCK ME HONEY, YEEEES!"

Wasting no time, Bradley began to thrust inside his aunt while groping her supple breasts, and in response Sasha's mind shut down as she began to primally bounce on her nephew's manhood. After hours and hours of expectation, Bradley's wildest fantasy became true, and what a way it did: Having sex with his busty blonde, nudist aunt in front of a rapt audience of fellow nudists.

Sasha was enraptured at the frenzied impaling motions of Bradley's penetration. She was moaning and panting loudly, as if every rational capacity had taken the backseat to the immense pleasure. Bradley had hit a plateau on how fast his thrusting could be, but that was enough to get Sasha on the cusp of her first orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum Bradley.... OH MY GOD, I AM GOING TO CUM!" Sasha's gave out a powerful scream as Bradley's thrusting caused her to explosively squirt two abundant bursts of female ejaculate, followed by shorter, less powerful ones. Sasha's body trembled and twitched all over in pleasure, causing the crowd to gasp in awe. Bradley himself kept thrusting, the lubrication provided by those pussy juices allowing him to surpass his thrusting speed plateau.

Although the young man's heavy balls ached for release and his orgasm was hanging by a thread, Bradley decided to switch Sasha's position beforehand. Approaching her for a long kiss, the older woman was still semi-comatose over that powerful orgasm. However, she was lucid enough to know that her nephew hadn't cum yet, so she agreed to switch positions.

"Bradley... You are making me feel so good... Let your auntie take care of your orgasm now." Sasha feebly got up from the love juice-covered water bed and instead laid on her side, lifting. Bradley placed himself behind her for a spooning position, lifting her upper-positioned leg as his cock traveled inside his aunt's wet, pink and hot pussy again.

Sasha pulled Bradley close for a passionate, hungering French kiss. The younger man grabbed for his lover aunt's breasts once again, his thrusting now switching from fast to slow but deep. Sasha was just basking in the moment, as she knew Bradley was now the one who needed his release.

"Thank you for making me feel so good, honey... You are enjoying this?" said Sasha quietly.

"I-I-I'm totally enjoying this... Aunt Sasha.... Thank you...." responded Bradley, his words interrupted by his pleasurable panting while penetrating. Bradley's thrusting began picking pace again. Sasha began feeling herself closer to her second orgasm.

Bradley, grateful towards Sasha for making his shameful and forbidden fantasy a blissful reality, wrapped his hand around hers: "Let's cum together Aunt Sasha... alright?"

"Bradley, please cum inside me! Just cum inside your aunt! I want to make you happy, honey! Cum, Bradley!"

That was it: Sasha asking for Bradley to freely cum inside her was what got him over the limit. Letting out a primal, wanton groan, his balls spasmed. Rope after rope of thick cum shot from out of his cockhead straight inside his aunt's pussy. At the same time, Sasha climaxed again, letting out a loud feminine moan as her love juices blended with her nephew's abundant ejaculate, which ended up spilling considerably into the water bed, covering the unison of their respective sex in white, carnal liquid.

Bradley and Sasha had performed the tradition, astonishing the crowd. The onlookers who knew their relation were even more astonished at their act of pure, raw, unadulterated lust. All the men's -- Jonathan, Anton, Claude and even Marcel - cocks were rock hard and pulsating purple-red while their partners -- Jessica, Lorena, Livia and Carla - tried to contain their desire to finger themselves or to take in their partners' lengths orally or even vaginally right there after such debauched spectacle.

Bradley, the young man, had been containing himself for so long it took around 5 minutes for his cock to recede on the spurting of his thick seminal fluid. Electric waves of pleasure travelled from his pelvis to the rest of his body as he went into a semi-comatose, onyric state. What had just happened felt like an insane wet dream, he even wondered if everything had been just that and he was still just dreaming back at his house in Panther Meadow.

Meanwhile Sasha was a bit more conscious, still feeble after having experienced so much pleasure. She turned back her body to face her handsome nephew, who had given her one of the best orgasms of her life. She began caressing his body with her hands, stroking his skin and muscles gently. His post-orgasm face was endearing to her, causing her to lean and kiss his lips yet again. Bradley was slowly coming back into consciousness as well, pulling Sasha close to him with his arms.

"So, how'd you like your aunt, Bradley?" Sasha told him gently.

"I still think this whole thing is a dream. I mean, I can't believe I just fucked my hot aunt in front of other people no less!" Bradley's body was relieved, but now a small sense of guilt was settling in. "So, I came inside you... Are there gonna be consequences?".

Sasha put her finger on Bradley's lips. "Tubal ligation, darling. Remember that I'm over 35. Your cum... Inside me.... It felt incredible. Maybe because I knew that bringing you over to this tournament had chances that it would end up with us... Doing this!" Sasha gave a gentle chuckle.

"But, why did you want this? And... was mom even aware of this?" Bradley inquired.

"Dry spells drive women crazy. And in turn, young man, I sensed you were a bit crazy about me. I think she is aware, but as long as we keep this between us, and within the cofines of the club, it doesn't matter." Sasha gave Bradley another gentle kiss. "I love you, my nephew. Whenever you are having urges again, call me. Mind you, we will have to wait and win the next edition of the Volleyball Open to get freaky for an audience, he he."

"I love you, aunt Sasha." Bradley slid his body so his head would be at the level of his aunt's chest, so to snuggle on her 36DDs as pillows. Sasha pulled his head in and let him bask in the soft feeling.

"Remember, we have the rest of the night and tomorrow to have sex again all around this place!" And after filling up their batteries with the club's tasty signature shellfish and fruit bowls for dinner, they did: Bradley and Sasha 69ed in the hotel hallway en route to joining Jonathan and Jessica at their room for a hotly anticipated foursome. The following morning they went to the pool area, where Sasha put herself in all fours for Bradley for the first time. Livia, who was sunbathing as her man Claude did laps on the pool, gave Sasha some hands-off advice on pleasurably rimming her nephew. Finally at sunset, Sasha gave her anal virginity to Bradley at the beach, thanks to a still-unopened anaesthetic cream jar that Carla gave away to them, as the unassuming bespectacled young woman happened to be one huge anal slut that had trained herself with her co-worker Marcel's sizeable cock during low season nights.

Monday morning came, and after one last passionate encounter and breakfast, Bradley and Sasha put on clothes for the first time in what had been around 48 hours, packed their things and checked out. José gave them the cash prize.

"Congratulations guys! I hope to see you next summer! We will be expecting you!" the bare-chested, thong-clad Cuban receptionist gave his goodbyes. "Vayan con dios, amores!"

"Gracias José! See you next time!" Sasha waved back at José.

As Sasha and Bradley walked out of the gate, they gave one final look at the beach club's doors. Eventually remembering their parking spot, they got inside their car. They were back at the point they had started. Dressed and acting like a normal aunt and nephew duo coming back to their town after a weekend-long car trip. The fact that they had just came out from a bacchanalian weekend of forbidden lust was not even in their minds.

"Bradley." Sasha said as her hands were behind the wheel. "It was such an amazing weekend wtih you. Just remember that all of our 'adventures' are to be kept strictly between us. Don't you even think about telling your friends or any chick you're dating that you visit this club. They will suspect things, okay? I love you dearly. Not in a romantic sense, but I care about and enjoy spending time you, even in that unexpected and forbidden way we spent our weekend."

"My lips will be sealed, aunt Sasha. I hope we can have fun like this again." said Bradley, refreshed from his weekend experience.

"As long as we can, our summers together will be all about fun." said Sasha, winking her eye at her nephew.