“You have to be kidding me. I don't want to go to an uninhabited island in the North of Scotland for a holiday., and I certainly don't want to spend day after day in the back of a car going round something called the 500.”

“What is the 500, by the way?”

“It is a route round the coast of Scotland. Very beautiful at this time of year. No storms, no midges and lots of beautiful seascapes and beautiful flowers. The sea will be brilliant blue and the sand will be white.”

“… but I will be away from my friends for a month. They will think I am mad.”

“You are only fourteen. That is too young to be left on your own. We would be arrested if we did that. At fourteen you are still expected to come on family holidays, like it or not.”

“We will get you some new art materials. The seascapes should be fantastic up there and there are likely to be cloud formations that you love to draw.”

It began to sound a bit better. I loved to draw, and spectacular seascapes were just what I enjoyed the most.

“Can I have that new watercolour set I have been badgering you for since Easter?”

“I think we can manage that if you stop being difficult about the holiday. Your father and I need a holiday and we have wanted to do the 500 for many years.

We have booked a cottage on one of the islands for a fortnight but will be travelling for another two weeks.

“OK. That sounds a bit better. Tell me about the holiday.”

“We will travel from here as soon as your summer term finishes. The first night we will spend in a motel in a service area somewhere near Glasgow and then the second night we will reach Ullapool in the Highlands”

“The rental of the cottage includes the ferry across the water to the island and all the food and drink that we will need for a fortnight. At the end of the fortnight the ferry picks us up and returns us to the car so we can continue on the 500.”

“What is there on this island?”

“Not much. We understand that there is a 4G phone signal, 3G from some parts of the island and no broadband. The power is from solar panels and the whole house is electric. Water comes from a cistern under the house that fills when it rains.”

“Is there anyone else on this island?”

“We understand that there will be one other family there when we are there, but other than that the two miles of beach and low hills covered with long grass will be ours alone, apart from the sea birds and seals, otters and other marine mammals like dolphins.”

I must say that I was warming to the idea of having a private island for two weeks, even if I had to walk to the top of a hill to be able to contact my friends.

“So what is this island called?”

“It has a name that is rather difficult to say in Scots dialect, but is one of the Summer Islands. The idea of you being called Summer, going to islands that have the same name as you, for the Summer rather appealed to us.”

“I think it shows more of Dad's sense of humour than yours. Was it his idea?”

“Yes, I think it was, but it looks very nice in the brochure. Do you want to see?”

Mum got out the brochure and we sat and looked at pictures of a number of so called cottages around the north coast of Scotland. All looked idyllic from the brochure.

“I see that the house is divided into two semi-detached cottages.”
“Yes, it is. We will have the right half and the other family have the left half.

“The house looks really old.”

“It was originally a row of fisherman's cottages that have now been combined into two modern holiday homes.”

The photos of the inside did look very attractive, and the views were indeed spectacular.

“OK. What will I need to wear on this holiday. I cannot imagine that we will be doing much washing of clothes. I have not got enough stuff to last a month without things needing to be washed.”

“We will get you more underwear, but your summer skirts and shorts from last year will be fine for several days wear and we will get you some new swimwear. Your old bikinis will not fit now. As the saying goes, you have blossomed.”

“You don't need to keep emphasising how much I have 'blossomed' as you so kindly put it.”

“Mum laughed. “All the women in our family are quite busty. You are no different. You are your mother and father's daughter after all.”

Absentmindedly I gave my breasts a bit of a rub. They were both the making of me as a girl and rather heavy at the end of a long day, and I didn't find it easy to get pretty bras in my size. The bras were, above all, functional.

“Don't let your Dad see you like that. You know he doesn't like you being braless in public.”

“I am not in public. I am in our sitting room and am decently covered in a tee shirt and shorts.”

“I know, but you do rather fall out of that shirt.”

I looked down and both breasts were very obviously resting on the brochure.

“Sometimes I wish I could have part of them chopped off. They are too big and I get oggled by the boys at school unless I wear a sports bra that squashes them.”

“Don't say that. I have come to live with mine and enjoy them. Your father has also enjoyed them on many occasions.”

“I think that is too much information! Or maybe not enough!!

“You are now fourteen and have all the features of womanhood except the maturity to cope with being the fully a woman.”

“If you say so, it seems that I have all the bad thing like periods, and heavy boobs, and being oggled, but none of the good things like having a boyfriend or making the bed springs go like you and dad do.”

“Summer. Please don't speak like that. An intimate relationship takes years of give and take to perfect. Your dad and I have had to work at it, and we now have a deep understanding about what each of us wants and needs, and I am not going to elaborate on that!”

“Fair enough, but please do tell me sometime how it works for you. The Internet is informative, but is not personal. What works for the majority doesn't work for everyone.”

“It really is something I do need to know about. I have read in novels how couples on the marriage night fumble around not knowing what to do and it is really unsatisfactory. My knowledge will only come from you.”

“It is a good point. I would be happy to show you, but I think your dad would be very reluctant.”

“Perhaps when we are all relaxed on this holiday it would be a good time to broach it with him.”

“I will think about it. You are ready to know more, if only to stop you making big mistakes.”

“You still have six weeks of the Summer term at school before we go, but I will give you £400 now to spend on clothes. There is no need for any cosmetics except for moisturiser, After Sun, and sun tan lotion that I will get. I have a list of items here that you will need.

“A pack of at least six pairs of knickers, a pack of summer tops, some T's for the day and to sleep in, four new bras, two new swim suits. Don't get them too risqué as there will be no one else to see you. You could probably get away with swimming in the nude with only two families on the island. Three new pairs of shorts or three short summer skirts if you prefer. A new pair of sandals and a pair of flip flops would be useful.”

“I think that is about it. Do you need help with that? When you have chosen, I will check that I approve, and will then pay.”

“The next hours were taken up with choosing new clothes online. I knew my sizes as I had only been measured in the last month.”

I quite got into the idea of making the best of the £400, and before bed I had a list of items saved on the website.

Apart from questioning my choice of bra's with a plunging décolletage Mum ok'd everything. My father took no interest in the order when it was delivered. I tried on everything then put it all away in a suitcase until the the holiday started.

There was nothing to report about the following six weeks. The Summer term always seems to drag on and on. Meals outside make a good alternative to sitting round the kitchen table listening to the rain beat down on the windows, but when the term did eventually finish and all the goodbyes had been said for the time being, the online chats continued.

My friends were going to all parts of the World it seemed. Most were going to the normal holiday destinations of France, Greece, Spain and Turkey but others were choosing the USA and places in Asia. The girls going to Asia were all girls of Asian origin. They had to go off and be shown off to elderly relatives in Bangladesh or Sri Lanka.

Three days later the car had been serviced and was full of petrol for the first part of the journey. There was plenty of room in the back for me and there was even a USB socket for the variety of phones and other gadgets that were needed and would have to be charged up on the way.

I had chosen just a short pale pink cotton skirt and a patterned pink top for the journey, but I needed my mid-grey sweat shirt for the first couple of hours until the sun had got warmer.

The leather of the seat was cool and I enjoyed the feeling of sitting on the leather on my bare thighs.

My Dad always stopped every two hours for a break. It was like a form of religious observance. He would troop off to the loo, then have a large coffee and have a wander about the service area before getting back in the car. I am sure it was a sensible thing to do, but seemed to be too routine.

It took five hours of driving before we got to the first hotel. We all uncoiled from our seats and sort of unpeeled our clothes from the sweaty leather. Both Mum and I had to straighten our skirts that were creased from being squashed for so long.

After being registered, we showered and went down to enjoy, if that is the word, a rather ordinary meal from the motel restaurant.

I had a single bed in the larger than normal family room, and Mum and Dad had a double, of course.

There were various sounds of fumbling from the double bed, but I was tired and soon fell asleep, aware of the faint noises from the rest of the room, but not really aware of what they might represent.

We all slept in a T-shirt and whatever pants or knickers we had had on during the day. When we got up it was clear that Mum's knickers were on back to front.

“I think I know what the noise was as I was going off to sleep”, I said with what I hoped was a fun way of saying it. “When are you going to stop trying to hide the fact that you two love each other. I know what a woman's body is like. I have one as well. I know from books what your body looks like, Dad, and yet you both rush off to the bathroom if I see a bit of your skin. Mum says I should be proud of my family bust development, but it shocks you, it seems.”

“I know it seems odd, but parents are not supposed to be naked in front of their children.”

“Why not, why would it make any difference to our family if we were all nude?

“I think I was brought up to believe that it was the right thing to do, but I agree that it may seem rather odd to you.”

“Mum came back into the room after completing her business in the bathroom. She had her knickers on the right way round.”

“Marjorie? We used to be free and easy about nudity before Summer was born. When did that stop? And more to the point, why did it stop?”

“It stopped because you were unhappy with Summer as a baby seeing you naked. I don't know why.”

“Now that Summer is fourteen, I wonder if that is still important. I haven't given it a moment's thought in years.”

“What do you think Summer. Would you be comfortable with all three of us without clothes overnight?”

“I have seen lots of pictures of people with scanty swimsuits on, or topless. I don't think it would make any difference to me, but what about you Dad. Would Mum and I being naked be uncomfortable for you?”

“We would have to get used to that. I find your mother attractive. I always have, and seeing her naked is going to be arousing for me. If neither of you mind that then I will just carry on, aroused or not.”

“I would prefer you both to be comfortable. I prefer to be without a bra when I am at home, but Mum is worried that you would find that unacceptable”

“It come down to the fact that a young woman with a very feminine figure is attractive to men. That has been the case for millennia. I would find your body attractive, and would show it, but that doesn't mean that you would be unsafe with me.”

“Does that mean we can leave the bathroom door open and if one of us is showering, then another one can clean their teeth.?”

“I suppose it does, except there are some bodily functions that are better completed on one's own.”

“If we are agreed that we can see each other naked, and you will not mind me seeing dad in an aroused state, isn't it reasonable for me to be taught how you make love?”

“I don't know if that is a step too far for me.” said Dad with feeling.

Mum interrupted.

“I agree with Summer. We have a very fulfilling life together. I want Summer to have as good a life as we have had, and she can only do that by learning what gives her pleasure and how to give pleasure to someone else.”

“That makes sense I suppose, but a rather cramped room in a hotel is probably not the place to do it. I suggest that we leave it until we are on the island and then can try out the nudity thing, and if that goes well and we are all comfortable with that , then we can see if the next stage works.

Now we must get dressed and breakfasted and get on the road. Today's driving will be on slower roads and we are expected to be at the ferry by 5pm to get the right tide.

The day was uneventful, but my mind was full of the morning's discussion about the way we dressed and how it would work out for the next fortnight.

A fishing boat was already loaded and ready to go when we arrived at the quayside near the village of Achiltibuie. After the luggage had been unloaded, Dad drove the car off to park it in a long stay car park owned by the owners of the island.

It was at least 45 minutes later when the second family drove up. The man and woman were tall and blond. They were already tanned from a sunlamp or similar. The woman had a yellow patterned wraparound skirt and open sandals, and a neat bosom under a soft shirt in a paler yellow. She was obviously unencumbered by a bra.

Her husband had a rather loud Hawaiian type shirt and Bermudas with sandals. He had clearly been driving barefooted. They were introduced as Graham and Amanda. Their son was like a chip off the old block, Blond and bronzed with a tousled mane of unruly locks that he had to sweep to the side so he could see out. It was something of a surprise that he was also called Summer, and even more of a surprise when it proved that we had been born within a week of each other fourteen years previously.

The journey across a calm sea to the island took only 25 minutes. The boat drew up at a little jetty, just yards from the only house on the island.

The ferryman divided up the food and other items between the two houses and the four parents gathered them, checked them off on a list and stored them in the kitchen so there was a fair chance of being able to find them again. In fact the kitchens and refrigerators were reasonably well stocked with the previous occupants unused goods.

Summer and I sat outside the cottages on a wooden bench as this was going on.

“How is it that you are called Summer?”

“It is a sort of family joke. I was born during the summer and my mother, especially liked distinctive names for boys after I made it clear that I didn't like being called Simon.”

“I am not sure why I was called Summer, but it has become a bit of a joke us coming to the Summer Islands for a Summer Holiday.

This is quite a big island for just the six of us. Have you and your parents thought of whether we would like to do things together, or keep to our own space?

“I haven't discussed it with them. We really didn't know what to expect when we got there. You might have been a couple in their eighties or a young family with a baby.”

“I would like to do things together. It might make this island more interesting for all of us.”

“Yes, I think I would like that. My mother said that I wouldn't have anyone to show off a new swimsuits to, but your family changes that.”

“My family live in swimsuits when we are on holiday.”

“Is that why you are all so tanned?”

“That is part of the reason, but my parents are both professional models and have to keep a tan for professional reasons..

“Wow. That is really special. My parents are in business. My Dad works for an engineering company and my Mum works as a medical secretary.”

“Part of the reason for coming to a remote island is to keep away from prying eyes.”

“I can understand that.”

“I hope you will feel relaxed about being with us. We will not sell photographs of you sunbathing to the newspapers.”

“I am sure my parents will make that clear to you if we are going to do things together.”

“I will talk to my Mum and Dad. I am not sure whether both sets of parents will have had a chance to talk yet.”

Even though we were in the far north and it was light until nearly midnight we had had a long drive and after a light supper we were ready for bed. I had one single bed in the second twin bedded room. Mum and Dad obviously had the double.

As Mum went into the bedroom she got undressed with the door open.

“I am going to do as we discussed this morning. No nightwear and no closed doors from now on.”

“We are on holiday. We don't need all the things we need at home..

“I join you I said and threw my clothes onto the bed.. I felt all the better for that.

“Dad, what about you. Are you going to join us?”

After a bit of harrumphing about the monstrous regiment of women, he agreed and we all sat in the lounge completely at ease.

Initially Dad was very aroused but Mum told him not to worry.

He looked dubiously at me and shrugged. “Maybe it will be ok, but one is not supposed to find one's daughter arousing.

“I don't know why? Isn't being faced with a naked woman, or two arousing?”

“If you go to a naturist resort it is regarded as bad form to walk around with an erection.”

“I think it is really nice with us all being naked. I enjoy having my boobs free of underwear, and I can see that Mum does as well., don't you?”

“Your father knows that we always used to be clothes free as often as conventions allowed when we were younger.”

“I hope that now I am the age I am, that we can do the same thing. I think it is really nice.”

“The difference is that your mother and I did not have you around. If I became aroused, then Mum and I could do something about it. It is not the same here.”

“I have said to Mum that I want to see two loving people making love so I know what to do when I have a boyfriend and we want to go beyond petting.”

“What you want is for us to make love and give you a running commentary.”

“That would be good if you could do that.”

“I wasn't being serious!

“I don't know why not. Making love is a serious activity that should not be undertaken lightly. I think one ought to be skilled at it to make it a success.”

“I don't disagree with that in principle” Dad said, “but the practical side may be difficult.”

“Explain, please”

“Men may find a watcher to be inhibiting or stimulating. Some men would lose their erection if their daughter was watching taking notes.”

“Which would you be?”

I think I would be one of those who would find it stimulating, I regret to say.”

“Why would you regret it? I have a woman's body and men find me attractive. Why should you be any different?”

“It is normal behaviour for all sorts of very sensible reasons for a man to treat his daughter as being different from other women and girls. Society thinks the same way as I do, and that really does have to be the end of that conversation.”

“So can I watch you two? Mum, you haven't said anything. What are your thoughts?”

“I am not sure. I enjoy sex with your father, and he is very good at keeping me happy, as it were, but I quite accept that our love making does depend upon him being able to continue.”

“I think we have gone on as far as we can with this idea. I don't feel comfortable making love to your mother in front of you. Maybe in time I will find it easier, but being naked in front of you is difficult enough. The next stage is too far at present. Sorry.”

“OK. I though it needed some discussion. That is all.”

“I spoke to the other Summer while you were sorting the cottage out. He says they spend their summer holidays in swimsuits, and he will ask his parents if we can go to the beach together rather than find our own beach.”

“We will ask in the morning what they want to do. They seemed very friendly when we were on the ferry and when they were unloading, but it was all too busy earlier for a discussion.”

Rather unexpectedly there was a tap on the front door. It was 9pm and Summer and her parents looked at the clock before they quickly got dressed and opened the door.

Graham, Summer and Amanda were there with some glasses and an almost full bottle of red wine.

The visitors saw that Summer and her mother were in just a short skirt and a brief top. It was clear that neither was wearing a bra.

“Do you fancy a glass before bed? Our son has said that he thought it would be nice to share a beach rather than keep to ourselves.”

“Our Summer mentioned it. Do please come in.

“We are sorry to knock so late. It isn't late for us, but we wondered if you might be going to bed after a long day.”

Mum smiled. Not at all. We were discussing that same thing. Our only decision so far was that our holiday would be a clothing optional. You caught us trying it out.”

“Now there is an idea. We noticed that the short skirts had rather risen up and were revealing and Ralph’s shorts didn’t really conceal much.”

“ We have wondered whether to give that a try on several occasions but the time has never been right with the people we have been with.”

“So if we feel like sunbathing naked, you will not mind?”

“Not at all, our decision today means that we might also walk to the beach without any clothes. Would that embarrass you?”

Blond Summer spoke up. “It might embarrass me. You know that we came here for a specific reason. “

“I think first, we need to distinguish between the two Summers. What is your middle name, daughter Summer?”

“Anne”

“Could you be Summer-Anne for the duration of the holiday?”

“Yes, I like it. Summer-Anne will be fine. What is your son’s middle name.”
“He can be Summer-Jo”

“Yes, that is a thought. I am going to explain to Summer-Anne and her parents why we are here. I have every confidence that they will be very accepting of us and you. It may also give you confidence in your body before you start your new school.”

Summer looked down at his feet and just gave a silent nod.

Summer's mother started.

Summer was called Simon until a few months ago, but we have been aware for several years that he was unhappy with his body and was much happier in a group of girls than one of boys. Two years ago he was assessed as having gender dysphoria and we were able to obtain medication to delay his puberty. His school were supportive and a few months ago the clinic we attend put him on a course of hormones to see how his body responds to female hormones. The results have been very positive.”

“This holiday is to allow him to transfer to being ‘her’ in a quiet and supportive environment. When the new school term starts she will be on the register as Summer rather than Simon, and will wear the girls' uniform.”

Summer went over to her namesake and gave her a hug. That is brilliant. I did think that shirt was quite loose when we met. Is it hiding a new chest development?”

Summer looked down and a slight smile crossed her lips. Maybe you will see in the morning” she said and looked over at her parents for approval.”

“Her mother shrugged.”

“Whatever you would like. Summer-Jo. This holiday is for you. If you want to go topless and can be confident in your body, then I am all for it.”

“Summer-Anne’s family are considering having a clothing optional holiday. What do we feel about that? It is clear that Summer-Anne and her mother are only wearing a skirt that is so short that very little is hidden and a crop top that barely cover their nipples. Her father struggled to get his shorts on in time.”

“We admit that you caught us out. We were, undressed when you knocked. We had been discussing our dress code ever since finishing dinner. It would certainly make it easier for all of us if we knew what you thought.”

We hope that having heard the story of Summer-Jo and her bravery in trans-gendering, that she will feel just as comfortable sunbathing and swimming without a costume as we will be.”

“Graham, what do you think? Are we ready to join Marjorie and her family in a clothing optional holiday?”

“As you know; but Marjorie and Graham do not know yet, is that we spend much of our working lives wearing very little. We are both photographic models and perform at the more refined end of the adult entertainment sector. We usually keep out clothes on in front of Summer-Jo so as not to remind her of her dissatisfaction with her gender, but I have no problem in being naked, and I doubt if you do either.”

“Not at all. I will be happy to join Summer-Anne and her parents on the beach, but the second reason why we have chosen to holiday here well away from crowds is that paparazzi have a habit of finding us and taking photographs of us with long lenses and then publishing them with some derogatory copy. We need you to confirm that there will be no photographs of any of us without explicit permission.”

“No, I am sure that we can give an absolute assurance to that.”

“Then we are all set. If the wind and the rain hold off, and it is as warm tomorrow here as it was today, then we will meet on the beach that faces away from the mainland whenever we are ready.”

“One thing to note is that any reporter who knows us may send a drone to photograph us sunbathing. We are too far from the mainland for an amateur drone to fly and return, but a flash of light from the mainland can mean a very long lens camera, or a camera attached to a telescope. We have had almost every trick in the book used to get pictures of us in swimwear or less.”

“We regard the images taken of us by well known professional photographers as art, but there are people who disagree and protest.”

“I don’t think Marjorie or I have knowingly seen any of your pictures. Maybe we can see some sometime, but there is no Broadband connection here.”

“We both have a selection of images on our phones. Would you like to see some?”

“Yes, of course. We are not prudes. We enjoy beautiful things.”

Amanda came across and sat between Marjorie and Ralph and showed some of the images. Summer-Anne stood behind Amanda and bent over to look over Amanda’s shoulder at the pictures. Her boobs fell very obviously below the hem of the crop top.

Graham laughed.

“That shirt is just not adequate for you. If you don’t mind I think you would look really pretty without it.”

Summer-Anne looked at her mother who shrugged.

“It is up to you Summer. There is not much left to see, and we have already planned to remain undressed tomorrow.”

“I really like the pictures. Neither of you are really identifiable from them because of the lighting. The images are abstract, but both your bodies are intertwined in ways that are clearly sexual and uninhibited.”

In one swift motion Summer-Anne took off the crop-top and it was thrown in the corner of the room.

“That is better.” she said with feeling.

Summer-Jo looked on with surprise, but as the conversation carried on about the adult photography sessions, everyone soon forgot about Summer-Anne being topless.”

After half an hour and Summer-Anne was yawning. “I am off to bed I think if no one will mind.”

“Not at all. We must go as well.”

Summer-Anne went over to her parents and kissed both on the cheek. Her breasts were pushed against them both and her father found it difficult to control himself and looked over to his guests with an apology.

“Think nothing of it. It is just normal. For me, no erect penis means no work; and no work is no money.”

“We live very well on images of my erect penis is close contact with bits of various ladies, including, but not only, Amanda.”

After Summer-Jo and her parents had left and the now empty bottle had been put in the recycling bin. Marjorie and Ralph were soon ready for bed as well.

“How has the day gone for you, Marjorie?”

“I think there is a lot of positives with Summer making it clear that she needs the skill to make a good partner. I applaud her for that, but am not sure how to give her that experience. I think we might make love with the door open and if Summer comes in then the problem is solved.”

“That sound like a good idea, but with both families nude for a fortnight, events may interfere.”

“How do you mean?”

“I think we will become excited with Graham and Amanda being uninhibited in front of us. We may need to join in.”

“Did they say that they would be uninhibited? I thought that they just said that they would be naked on the beach.”

“I think being naked for much of a fortnight and no closed doors creates a milieu for sexual freedom.”

“You may be right. I am rather uncomfortable after this evening’s revelations. Can we enjoy each other with the door open?”

“Of course.”

……………………

In the morning the sunshine beamed in through the bedroom windows and after using the bathroom, Summer-Anne and her family sat at a table on the patio outside the front door eating their breakfast.

Amanda brought out a tray of coffee, toast, butter and various fruits for her family’s breakfasts. The veranda faced away from the mainland and after looking around a little suspiciously, she sat down with Summer-Anne’s family without being abashed by her nudity. Quickly she altered her position so she was sitting in a yoga pose that meant that her legs were wide apart. She seemed unaware of the impact of this view.

“It is really nice to be able to share this with you. I love feeling the wind going over me. It is always a shame that so much of my work is confined to hot studios. I much prefer the outdoors.

“Amanda, how did you become a photographic model?”

“I was outgoing as a teenager, and came across several undergraduates at the local university who wanted photographic models for a project. I was just sixteen and eligible. That was with swimsuits, but after the project was finished, the portfolio was sent to a professional agency and I was approached and eventually paired with Graham to provide suggestive but not explicit artistic poses for professional photographers.”

“The market has never tired of Graham and me. Our faces are rarely shown. It is the juxtaposition of positioning of our limbs and torsos in dramatic lighting that makes the images. We can be contorted into extreme poses for minutes at a time. It can be quite demanding.”

“What do you feel about each of you performing with other men and women?”

“It is part of the job. We know all the top flight photographic models in the business, and have had sex with all of them many times. We come back to each other every time. I trust him explicitly, as he does me.”

“Our lives must seem very boring to you?”

“Not at all. Our lives are constantly about being at a studio at one time, then getting to the next booking on time. Our reputation as performers is how we make our sizeable salaries.”

Summer-Jo and her father Graham came out as Amanda was finishing her explanation.

Amanda went over to Summer-Jo who was holding her father’s hand. Summer-Jo was very embarrassed, but had decided to be as undressed as everyone else. Her small breasts were suffused by a bright pink blush that made her chest very pretty in the golden light of the dawn.

Summer-Anne went over and embraced her namesake.

“Thank you for trusting us.” Summer-Anne said.

Summer-Jo looked askance.

“I live in a home where there are no restrictions. I have to learn to be comfortable in my skin.”

Amanda uncoiled from her seat and gave Summer-Jo an embrace and stroked her naked buttocks.

“I am really glad that you have joined us here in the sunshine.”

“Summer-Jo please do a turn. I notice how your body is changing because I am your mother, but be content, you will soon have a very attractive womanly shape.”

“Shall we head for the beach in about half an hour?”

“Yes, half an hour will be fine.”

All six met on the patio with towels, hats, water bottles and various creams.

Summer-Anne was near the back and was able to watch Summer-Jo and her parents walk some 20 metres ahead. All three were clearly very fit. They were not heavily muscled, but the muscles they had were clearly delineated on their lithe bodies. Amanda had a fluid gait with her long legs covering the uneven ground easily. Graham strode out in a purposeful way, seeming to need to get to their destination on time. Whatever that was.

A small cove with a sandy beach was only a kilometre, or so, from the cottages, and towels were soon spread out and bodies coated with factor 30 or more.

Amanda and Graham were clearly into their yoga. They stretched and then twisted themselves into what seemed to be impossible poses.

“I think it is remarkable how flexible you two are.“ Ralph commented. I enjoyed watching the routine. It is not something that could be done in front of people that are easily embarrassed.”

“No, but our income is vested in our bodies. There is no latitude. Every bit of us has to be as near perfect as it can be.”

“Your bodies look as near perfect as any bodies I have seen close up, but my experience is rather limited of course. I play squash twice a week but I would not claim anything like the fitness you have.”

After the yoga session the whole group went in for a swim. The water was shallow and but thy had been told that the beach shelved fairly quickly, so they sat in the water, rather than swimming.

Amanda and Marjorie sat together splashing water over their chests.

“I would be interested in your perspective on a small problem we have been having.”

Amanda nodded.

“Summer-Anne is getting older and wants to see us making love so she can be a good lover when the time comes for her to have an intimate relationship. She is entirely pragmatic about it, and we approve on the whole, but we are both concerned about seeming to be putting on a show rather than helping make her a good partner. What have you done in relation to Summer-Jo?”

“It is a good question. We live well by expressing ourselves sexually, but showing one’s own child how it is done is challenging. What we have done is leave the bedroom door open and sometimes she has visited us in the middle of something and when she was younger she has clambered over us and we have had to stop. We have found it helps is to invite Summer into bed with us when we have finished so she felt a part of our relationship.”

“Nowadays we have sex almost anywhere and Summer either notices or doesn’t as she sees fit.”

“I think it is likely that we will have sex on the beach here at some time in front of you all. It is fun and we really don’t see why that important part of our lives should not be part of our holiday.”

“Will that be a problem with you?”

“It is no problem for me. I think you two being entwined will make a beautiful scene and I welcome beauty wherever it is found, but I will talk to Summer-Anne and Ralph to explain.”

“Ralph, Summer-Anne please come over here.”

Ralph and Summer-Anne came over and sat in the shallows with the two women.

“Amanda tells me that a normal part of their holiday is for Amanda and Graham to make love almost wherever they are whenever they feel like it. She says that it is likely that they will make love publicly as long as no one is offended.”

Ralph went over to Summer-Anne.

“How do you feel about that, Summer-Anne?”

“I am sitting in the water with five naked people. All of us are sitting in very relaxed poses at peace with each other. Why should I be worried about two of those people showing the love they have for each other?”

“I think Summer-Anne has said what I would also have said. We are happy for you to express yourselves in whatever way you wish during the holiday, but I need to talk to Marjorie before we would do anything similar.”

“Can I be part of the discussion?” Summer-Anne asked.

Ralph looked across at Marjorie.

Marjorie shrugged. “I think perhaps we should involve you. It is your concern that has started this whole discussion.”

“Here or later?”

“Here is good I think. Graham and Amanda have been through this already, but we haven’t heard from Summer-Jo.”

“What is your take on this discussion?”

“My main concern is how to be the best woman I can. I think you should do what seems best to you, and not be concerned about me. Even if I was old enough and had had surgery, I would not be able to enjoy the intimacies you enjoy in the same way as you enjoy them. I have been to work with both my parents from an early age and have seen them posing for long periods with many men and women. It is not seeing seeing sex between two people, but what it means to them, that is important. I have read that there are two parts to being seen having sex. There is the part where the viewer is stimulated by the view, and there is the part where the person knows that they are being watched and is stimulated by being watched.”

“ Well said, Summer-Jo. Summer-Anne, don’t you want to learn how to make love well?”

“Yes, of course. A third of marriages end in divorce here in the UK., and the reason often starts with problems in the bedroom, where frustration and boredom replace passion.”

“That is very profound for a fourteen year old, if I may say so.”

“Thank you Amanda.”

“I have wonderful boobs that give me pleasure even now, and my nipples are highly sensitive. There are things I do between my legs that help me to sleep at night. I want to be able to learn how to use my body to give pleasure and to have pleasure in return.”

“I think you are remarkable Summer for your insight as a fourteen year old. Summer-Jo has had the opportunity to see all sorts of things that many parents would say were inappropriate, but she thinks about things that matter to her, and ignores those that don’t.”

After drying off, everyone applied more sun cream to themselves and where it was difficult to reach, to each other.

Graham and Amanda walked down the beach together holding hands. They were clearly in deep conversation.

When they returned they were all smiles.

“We have a suggestion to make.”

“We are well aware that our two families are different, and that you, Marjorie and Ralph are less experienced with what Summer-Anne believes she needs, than we are. What we are suggesting is that Summer-Anne and Summer-Jo can sleep in which ever cottage they wish. If either of them sleep in our half they will certainly see us making love. Sometimes Summer-Jo stays and watches and sometimes she leaves us. Summer-Anne is welcome to watch or not, as she chooses. The front door of both cottages can be left unlocked for the whole holiday.”

“Would you like that Summer-Anne?”

“I think that would be exciting. Thank you Amanda. I will certainly come over and see you during the day and may sleep in the spare bed in Summer-Jo’s room.”

“Sleep where you like.”

“What will you do, Summer-Jo?”

“I may stay in our cottage, or may come over and see what is happening in yours.

“You will be very welcome. Just come into our room if we are awake. The door will be open.”

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am getting hungry.” Ralph said, and I think I have had enough sun for the time being.”

“Shall we leave our things here so we can come back this afternoon?”

“It depends on what we are doing this afternoon. Our discussion just now has made me feel sexy, but food first I think.”

The two Summer teens walked behind their parents.

“Do you get excited watching your parents have sex, Summer-Jo?”

“They are very skilful at what they do. They are always in demand for photographic shoots. You will learn a great deal from them if you watch them over the week.”

“One point that I should point out is that my Dad is very big in the penis department. This is one of his selling points in the industry. When he started out as a teenager he had hurt a number of women as he was just too big for them. Amanda was the first woman he met who could accommodate him, and in turn he was the first man who was large enough to satisfy her. It was a marriage made in heaven, so they say.”

“I shall watch with even more interest. My father is nothing like Graham’s size, but my Mum has never complained in my earshot.”

“How about you. Where will you sleep?”

“I am not sure it matters, but I like your parents and I wonder whether to sleep in your cottage. My parents do get quite unrestrained and therefore noisy.”

“How do you feel about them being part of the adult market, even if it is on the more sophisticated and artistic side?”

“I know that their portfolio has made them, and me, very wealthy. When the marketplace tires of them as it inevitably will, then they have plans for a business venture that I may be able to join.”

“I am intrigued as to what made you want to transition.”

“I suppose it is a long story of self-discovery. I have been round people wearing very little for as long as I can remember. It isn’t the clothes or the make-up. It is really about one’s place in our Society. In the adult photography industry it is the women who call the shots and get paid much more highly. It is definitely my Mum who decides what to do. Dad is really just a beautiful stud, he is a brilliant performance artist, but his canvas is the woman’s body and he gives her climax after climax. I don’t have the body to be able to follow him as a model, but have seen enough to be a good photographer of adult material. I have spoken at length to the best photographers in the field and have used some of their very expensive equipment. I would like to be a female photographer of erotic material. Performers like my parents seem to feel more at ease with a woman and in my opinion, they often get the best results.”

“We are both fourteen and I have been warned to keep my mouth shut at school because there are so many people who would say that I am still a child and should not be exposed to adult material. I should not be able to walk in and out while my parents are being photographed with other people in all sorts of provocative poses.”

“I suppose they are right, but as with any sort of dramatic or artistic performance, a person needs to know what is real and what is not. My parents create fantasies. No one gets hurt.”

“I admire your determination, Summer-Jo, I haven’t got any real idea of what I want to do with my life. People keep telling me that there is plenty of time to make my mind up, but I would find it comforting to have a clear idea of my future, even though I am only fourteen. I am interested in fashion and photography, but I doubt that I would have the family connections to make much progress there.”

“Even being the same age as you, I know that with your boobs and face, and a bit more sculpted body, that you could do very well as an erotic model. That is if you can see yourself as a commodity that has to be sold, and as a product with a limited shelf life. It is hard work and no guarantee of success any more than there are in many of the Arts, but it can be very good money if everything works out.”

“Here we are … superficially a boy and a girl of fourteen, walking along without any clothes on talking about being employed by the adult sex industry. Most adults would be horrified with us being exposed to adult ideas so young. We should be playing with toys and learning at school.”

“I have been reading about how difficult it is to get employed in any area as a young person. Even entry level jobs have multitudes of applications. I think planning for one’s future is very important even as fourteen year olds and I think your plan to be a photographer is really good. I think it would do no harm to see if my connection to you and your parents makes a future for me there also.”

“Things are beginning to change but I know that my parents have to be very careful who they talk to. There are lots of people who can be very unpleasant if they know what my parents do for a living. There will be reporters for some of the scandal sheets up here with drones or long lenses if they know we are here.”

“Isn’t that true for all sorts of fame?”

“Yes, I am sure it is, but many of those readers who say they are outraged, also say that I should be removed from my parents and put into a children’s home. I think they are just hiding their own smutty interests.”

“Just walking along this beach naked would raise the devout local presbyterians to some sort of zealous and hysterical outburst given the chance.”

By this time the Summers had got back to the cottages and the adults had drummed up a cold lunch of cooked chicken thighs and salad.

No one spoke much during the meal, but afterwards Graham and Amanda drifted off into their cottage with obvious signs of arousal. Amanda curled her index finger to suggest to Summer-Anne that she might like to follow, and she did.

Later Marjorie asked her daughter about the experience with Graham and Amanda.

“It was like a choreographed dance. They went through a series of rituals or even tableaux, starting with kissing and fondling to using their tongues and lips between their legs and on the breasts of both.”

“Ralph didn’t ejaculate at all. Apparently he can hold on for hours and will only do it once a day late in the evening.”

“Did you enjoy watching them?”

“I did, but I felt that it lacked the passion that you and dad might have. It was a refined performance, that was almost abstract. I know it was not formally choreographed, but after years of practice it has become stereotyped. I felt that a photographer could ask them to stop mid-thrust and photograph them frozen in one position.”

“That is an interesting idea. You have used a lot of words that I did not expect you to know.”

“We are taught all the correct words in our PSHE lessons (Note - Personal, Social and Health Education) and are expected to use them.”

“I would really like to see you and Dad together. I think there would be more spontaneity and less planned performance.”

“I think that this holiday may give us the opportunity to do just that. You are right that we are more spontaneous and whisper to each other as to what to do next, or to back track if something has not worked out and needs more work. It is a team effort.”

“Let me talk to your father. After a day in the nude with a very attractive Amanda he might be prepared to share our lovemaking with you.”

“Is it possible that you would enjoy swapping partners?”

“No, I don’t think so. I love your father and don’t want other sexual partners. Graham and Amanda are beautiful but I don’t want sex with either of them.”

The two families returned to the beach later in the afternoon. There was the beginning of a cooling breeze and they soon returned out of the wind in the warmth of the cottages.

“I think we ought to put on some clothes and do a search for driftwood to make a fire. I think it will be a cool evening and sitting round a blaze on the beach will be fun.”

The two families went off in different directions and returned an later each with armfuls of dry and partly dry driftwood.

Graham suggested “Make a pile of the dry wood, and then a pile of the wet near where the fire will be. The wet will have a chance to dry out a bit and will go on the fire later.”

There was lots of dry Marram grass on the zone behind the beach and they collected armfuls as kindling.

Dusk would be at 10pm that night, so the fire was built in full daylight and lit just as the sun was dipping over the horizon.

The old grass stems caught alight easily.

“We will need to be careful as there is a lot of material that will burn nearby.”

Summer-Jo found a bucket in one of the cupboards and filled it with sea water.

“Good idea”, her father said.

The six travellers sat round the fire until only the embers remained. It was nearly midnight when their beds beckoned, but there was still a faint glow in the sky.

Summer-Anne and her father walked the short distance into the cottage together.

“We have already said that we would welcome Summer-Jo into our bedroom, so it seems unfair to exclude you just because you are our daughter. The bedroom door will be open. Either of you or both can come in if you wish. I don’t think we will need much prompting after today in the sun.”

The girls watched as Marjorie and Ralph massaged each other with scented oil. The patchouli aroma spread throughout the room to enhance the senses. Marjorie and Ralph had thoughtfully put towels over the sheets because by the end of the massage they both glistened.

The massage continued as they concentrated on those areas that are particularly sensitive. Their arousal drifted off into the room and the girls were affected by it and touched themselves as the passion in the room developed.

The final summation of penetration and culmination were almost an encore to what had gone on before.

Ralph came over to the girls and gave both a long hug. He kissed Summer-Anne’s forehead, then after a moment’s thought kissed Summer-Jo on her forehead as well.

Summer-Jo went up on tiptoes and brushed Ralph’s cheek with her lips.

“Thank you, she said. That was beautiful.

Marjorie lay on the bed with her chest suffused with a blush. She looked over to the girls and smiled.

Summer-Jo and Summer-Anne embraced sensitively. Both were clearly moved by the experience, but now being well after midnight, the family drifted off to sleep with both girls in the single beds in Summer-Anne’s cottage.

Nine o’clock came and went and there was little sign of anyone getting up.

Eventually an hour later, Marjorie surfaced and made breakfast for all six of them. Ralph and the girls woke to the smell of coffee and bacon butties. Graham and Amanda had to be woken by Summer-Jo giving them a shove.

As they sat on the patio eating breakfast they noticed a speedboat leaving the little harbour.

“I think we need to get dressed now. I think we have boarders on the way.”

Half eaten toast and marmalade were left until all six were dressed modestly.

The boat drew up at the jetty and a woman dressed in a formal trouser suit and sandals got out and strode over to them.

Graham walked down to meet her, and her photographer when was unloading equipment from the boat and looked just a bit queasy after the ride over from the mainland.

“You do not have any right to land on this private island. Please go.”

“My readership have every right to know that a couple of perverts is holidaying on this island.”

“There are no perverts here, unless you and your cameraman are perverts. You are the only person that is breaking any law around here.”

“If you attempt to take any pictures, your equipment will be seized, and you both will be removed from the island.”

The reporter, whose name proved to be Moira sat in a vacant seat on the patio and seemed ready to wait until she got her interview and photographs. She knew that removing them forcefully was dangerous and would expose the girls to danger.

Graham and Amanda went to have a chat out of Moira’s hearing, but soon returned and called Summer-Jo over.

Summer-Jo could be seen nodding vigorously.

Next Amanda called Marjorie and Ralph over and they could be seen nodding, and finally Summer-Anne talked to her parents.

When everything was agreed, Summer-Anne took Summer-Jo into their cottage and they emerged some minutes later with both girls dressed in skirts and tops. Summer-Jo had her hair sprayed into a feminine style, and no one at first glance would have thought that Summer-Jo was anything except what she appeared to be.

Graham and Amanda went into their cottage and reappeared in a few minutes with just a shoulder bag each. They walked purposefully down to the motorboat.

When Moira realised what was going to happen she tried to run the 100m to the boat, but was too late. Graham and Amanda were already 20m out to sea and the motor was being revved up to full throttle.

“They have stolen my boat.” she said unnecessarily.

“You came here unannounced and landed without permission. The boat will be returned to the boatyard where you rented it.”

“How do we get off the island?”

“There is a good phone signal half way up that hill. Get someone to come and collect you.”

“We are nothing to do with Graham and Amanda. We have rented one half of this cottage for a week with our two daughters, Jo and Anne. We went to the beach with Graham and Amanda yesterday and had a bonfire last night and toasted marshmallows, and that is all we know about them.”

“While you are waiting for a lift back, can we offer you a coffee and a croissant?”

“Yes, please, that would be kind.”

“Why is a reporter and her cameraman making a trip over to this island? Graham and Amanda must be famous to get such treatment.”

“You really don’t know about them?”

“No, we only met them on the boat coming over here, and know nothing about them in London, or wherever they come from.”

“They are well known, even notorious, sex workers whose images have been shown in numerous magazines. They have a very active website which is used to sell their pornographic images.”

“Summer-Jo was clearly seething with that description of her parents, but kept quiet as she had been expected to be.”

“This is a conservative area and many residents would be shocked to know that they were here.”

The family chatted about the day ahead but didn’t want to leave the cottages unoccupied until Moira and her companion were well out of the way. Moira went off to the hill and managed to contact the boatyard who confirmed that the motorboat had been returned and the deposit had been left for Moira to collect. They agreed to send another boat over to collect the two journalists.

Two hours later and the boat could be seen returning to the mainland, and Marjorie, Ralph, Anne, and Jo heaved a sigh of relief.

“Mum and dad have gone back to London. Their luggage is coming back with us to the mainland, but is being given to a charity shop well away from Ullapool. I am told that you have agreed for me to finish the week with you, and I can choose to carry on round the 500 with you if we all agree.”

“The reporter accepted that we have two daughters. She clearly didn’t know that you were your parents’ son. You have dressed in Summer-Anne’s clothes to put the reporter off the scent. I think ou look very pretty in that skirt and top but but if we are to do that for the next three weeks, we need to abandon your boy clothes, and buy you a new set of clothes. From now on you are Summer-Jo, our daughter.”

“We will cut across to Inverness which is about 60 miles from here to have a day or two shopping for you, then do the 500 the opposite way round from what we had intended.”

“Ralph has left us his credit card and the code to pay for everything you need for the next weeks, and we will get you back to your home as soon as we get back to London.”

Summer-Jo beamed. “It is the best holiday ever. I can be myself in skirts and dresses and lots of pretty things, and can dump the boy clothes. Can I have my hair done, have hair extensions and highlights? Can I have my ears pieced and get some makeup? I want to do lots of photography. I am told the scenery is beautiful round the 500.”

Marjorie smiled. “You can be as girly as you want. Summer-Ann will welcome you as the sister she never had. She often said that she would have liked to have a sister.”

Summer-Ann hugged her new sister, and her lips were just drawn over the down on Summer-Jo’s cheek with a feather-like touch.

“Welcome to the family.” she said in a throaty whisper. I will paint you in a gypsy skirt and an off the shoulder top that shows lots of cleavage with with a dramatic seascape behind you.”

“I don’t have the bust yet to show lots of cleavage.”

“That is what they call artistic licence!”