Nude Rules is an idea that occured to me as I wrapped up the Mary Christmas story (I am still posting that and editing). It's 12 chapters long.
In this story, I wanted to explore ENF with a girl who is not embarrassed of nudity as the instigator, and I thought I would post the first chapter here to see if anyone has feedback or thoughts before I continue.
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It was just another boring Saturday afternoon at my house, like any other. It was 2014, and I was just 15 years old. I couldn’t get that Pharell song “Happy” out of my head. It’s funny; it’s been so long ago that I can’t remember any of the words but at the time I couldn’t get stop singing it.
I walked upstairs to tell my older sister to take out the trash. I know it sounds kind of stupid, because in the time it took me to walk upstairs, I could have just taken out the garbage. My parents told me that all the time.
However, we had a chore sheet, and an order to things in my house. My mom was an attorney, and a bit of a control-freak. She believed in rules; it was a rule on Saturdays that Sydney had to take the trash out.
If I challenged that order, we’d have chaos, right? Cats and dogs living together, total mayhem. That’s what the guy in Ghostbusters said anyway. I’ll be honest, I am just kind of lazy and I wanted to annoy my older sister. It was her job, and she needed to do it.
I knocked on Sydney’s door. She gets a room by herself. She’s the oldest and she’s always had that room. I have to share a room with my brother Harvey. He’s kind of a pervert, but I guess I am as well, so it sort of works out. We are both virgins, but we like to pretend we have girlfriends and brag about them to each other. Mine is in Canada and she’s a model but she is too busy to come down here and see me.
How did we meet? Well, that’s when I change the subject and start looking for anything else to talk about.
“Sydney, it’s your turn to take out the trash! I know you are in there!”
“Come in.”
That’s odd. My sisters don’t normally invite me into their rooms. I also have a little sister named Julia, and she’s the polar opposite of Sydney. Sydney is introspective, super smart, fixes up cars with my dad, and loves to read, and she’s hands down the most popular girl at Post Falls High.
Julia is cute but in a quirky sort of way. She’s got the same blonde hair, but she chops it short, and she’s a tomboy who is always cracking jokes and doesn’t take life very seriously.
I opened the door, and didn’t expect what I saw next. There was my sister lying on her tummy on the bed, reading an iPad with one foot up in the air, sucking on her finger and lost in thought. She was completely nude from head to toe.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were undressed,” I started to shut the door. We don’t walk around our house naked, and I’d never seen any of the women in my house naked. Hell, I shared a room with Harvey, and we’ve never seen each other’s peckers and I’ve lived with him my entire life.
“It’s okay, you can come in if you want,” she said without taking her eyes off the screen as if she was contemplating something.
Sydney is my sister, and that means that automatically, I am not allowed to be physically attracted to her. At the same time, I was extremely horny, she’s super-hot, fully developed and she was butt naked. I must admit that I was titillated and wondered why my sister didn’t see the need to cover up in front of me.
When I say that Sydney is fully developed, I mean she is taller than our mother, shoulder-length straight blonde hair, huge majungas, nice butt, pretty face. She could probably win a beauty contest without even trying.
I had never walked on her or any of the women in the family naked. If I had, I would have expected to hear “AH! TRENT! GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU PERV! I AM NAKED!”
Yet, Sydney was as calm as a cucumber.
I assumed perhaps that my sister had recently taken a shower and forgot that she was naked when she invited me in. We share a common bathroom, but it wouldn’t be impossible for her to have wrapped a towel around and walked to her room and then forgotten she had dropped it while she was on the bed when she invited me in.
“Um, it’s your turn to take out the trash,” I stammered nervously – hoping this was not a set up to yell at me for being a perv.
“Oh, is that the reason you came all the way upstairs, down the hallway to my room, even though you must have been near the kitchen and it’s just a few steps down the driveway to take it out?” she offered a wintry laugh and kept her eyes on the screen.
My sister was right. I could have taken out the trash in less time than it took to walk up to her room. If I hadn’t been such a pedantic little prick who wanted to remind her on principle that it was her day to take it out, I wouldn’t be standing there looking at her naked body, though, would I?
That was quite the happy accident as far as I was concerned.
She moved her finger around on the iPad, and I noticed strange squiggles. I only casually scanned the screen before running my eyes along the outline of her majestic, streamline nude form. There wasn’t a blemish, a freckle in sight. She was lean and athletic but not overly muscular.
I hate to say this, but my sister was hot as fuck, and despite telling myself that she was my sister and it was wrong to be turned on by her body, I was already developing a chubby in my jeans.
I was staring directly at her perfect butt and nothing else. I couldn’t see much more than her side boob, and she was on her stomach. I knew you shouldn’t lust after your sister, but I am not going to pass up a chance to look at a perfect ass in the flesh. I quickly thought of something else to say to stall for a few moments longer while I took mental snapshots of what I had just seen for later mental processing (jerking off).
“Are you reading Klingon or something?” I asked about the symbols on her iPad. It was the first question I could think of.
My sister didn’t seem annoyed by the question, and she hadn’t told me to get the hell out of her and stop staring at her ass. I started to wonder if this was some sort of prank. I play pranks on my siblings, and sometimes they play them back on me, but Sydney usually doesn’t go in for those types of things. It’s usually just Harvey, Julia and me pranking each other.
Sydney’s always been a little bit older than the rest of us and more mature. She was just a little bit above all the petty stuff little playful pranks and jokes. Julia could give as good as she got when it came to fart jokes, tricks, insults and even pantsing my brother on occasion.
Sydney was never the type to engage in horseplay and shenanigans, even when we were little. She’s always been popular, smart, and extroverted, and she was probably a lock for class valedictorian.
“No, I am teaching myself Russian,” she admitted.
“Why, planning to go to Russia? Dasvedanya?” I added the only Russian words I knew to my question as a little levity to an extremely awkward situation.
She turned to look at me and it looked like she might have been crying. “I broke up with my boyfriend today, and I was trying to get my mind off it. I’ll take out the trash in a little bit, Trent. Do you want to talk for a bit?”
I am close to everyone in my family, but not so close that I have long conversations in my sister’s room while they get vulnerable with me about their inner feelings in the nude. I just want to throw that out in case you think that in any conceivable way that any of this seemed normal to me at the time. I actually suspected she had forgotten she was nude, or she was playing some trick on me.
I sat on the side of her bed and did the brotherly thing by not ogling her butt. If I had given into temptation, I’d have been talking directly to her luscious ass crack and imagining what was inside those butt cheeks. I looked at her face instead. It was probably just enough to be in a room with a naked girl – even if it was my sister, it was the first time for me.
“Why did you break up?”
“Oh, that’s an impossibly long story, Trent. I don’t want to bore you with the drama. I just wanted a little company. My mind is really not on studying Russian right now. Dasvedanya means goodbye by the way, which is apropos of what happened between me and Billy Parker today.”
“You were dating the Captain of the Football team?”
“Yes, Mister Football. He’s a boring jock. I guess everyone expected us to get together, but to be quite honest, I couldn’t have a conversation with him. I knew that when we started dating, but I did it anyway.”
“It seems like a short story on why you broke up then. You couldn’t communicate. Did you end it or him?”
“I think it was over a long time ago, but it ended officially today. I don’t want to date a jock ever again. I didn’t break up with him because he couldn’t hold a conversation. If I was going to do that, I would have done it months ago.”
“Then why? If you don’t mind me asking,” I said.
She set her iPad done on the bed and looked at me. “You really are nosy, Trent Sweeney. Do you actually care about this or are you just in here because I am naked?”
I stopped talking and stared at her nervously. “I didn’t know you were nude, you invited me and told me that I could talk to you. I’ll leave if you want,” I started to get up.
“I invited you in, and you can stay. You can handle a naked butt, can’t you?”
“Yeah, sure!”
“Surely after dating for so long, you have seen your Canadian girlfriend nude before and you should be quite used to the exposed female form?” Sydney flashed her perfect smile, and I knew instantly that she was calling me out for my fantasy girlfriend.
“How did you know about her?”
“You are my brother Trent. I don’t have my head in the clouds all the time. I also listen to you and Harvey through the walls bragging about all the teachers at school you think are into you.”
I began to blush. I made a list of bangable teachers. Harvey had a rating system based on looks, boob size, and how low their standards probably were to fuck somebody like me and Harvey. I felt a little pathetic when Sydney called me out for that as well.
“It’s perfectly normal, Trent. Your secret is safe with me. I was the one eavesdropping, so you should be mad at me. I get bored sometimes, but you two are funny. I love how you bicker all the time.”
Harvey and I frequently have disagreements about everything ranging from Lord of the Rings to which Manga has the hottest girls in it. My brother is extremely interested in Asian girls wrestling, usually with hugely oversized tits and asses. He follows comics about female sumo wrestlers. The comic always involves a diminutive Asian girl wearing only a loin cloth in front of a crowded audience, as she wrestles a much bigger girl. There is a lot of face-sitting. It’s not my favorite thing but I can jerk off to it, in a pinch. I was embarrassed to think that my older sister even knew that I probably whacked off to erotic cartoons.
I made a mental note to keep my voice down when talking to Harvey about stuff like that, but not to stop beating my meat to deviant sexual art. I have about a gig of that stuff on my computer and my dick is not going to jerk itself off. Right?
Sydney was just teasing me about it, and she changed the subject when she saw how I began to blush after she told me she knew about some of my dirty secrets.
“I’ll tell you a secret of mine if you want to know why Bill and I broke up, but you must give me your word not to tell anyone,” she said and offered me her pinky.
I didn’t know what she was doing until she showed me how to pinky swear by interlocking my pinky with hers. She told me that a pinky swear was the most sacred oath that must never be broken between brother and sister. That made me feel special, like I was inside my sister's trust circle now.
“I wanted to do something kinky and adventurous, and Billy thought I was gross and disgusting and called me a whore. I told him there was nothing wrong with sex work, and that led to a little pissing match, and we had heated words until I told him I was over it and hung up on him. I guess it isn’t that long of a story after all.”
“You pissed on each other?” I asked naively.
My sister narrowed her brow at me like I was an imbecile and frowned. “I hope you are joking. You are way too smart not to know what a pissing match is, Trent. We argued. That’s what a pissing match is.”
“Oh, yeah I was kidding,” I lied. “What was the adventurous thing you wanted to try?”
“Now, Trent! That’s not something brothers and sisters usually talk about, are you even sure you’d want to know?” my sister flashed me a lascivious smile.
“Yeah, if you want to tell me. You said you want to talk about something, and I don’t speak Russian,” I said.
“I do want to talk to you about an idea I had, but if you want to know what I asked Billy about I’ll tell you. It doesn’t go past these walls, though?”
I offered to pinky swear with her again and she told me the first one would cover it.
“I wanted to try anal,” she said plainly.
I instinctively turned my head instantly to look the outline of my sister’s curvy butt. I couldn’t see her asshole between her cheeks because they weren’t parted but there was a dark line between the milky white globes of her buttocks that excited me. I felt guilty that I got an automatic boner in my jeans just hearing the word anal.
Sydney opened her mouth and laughed in surprise, when she saw me pivot my head toward her ass and slapped me on the knee. “TRENT!! Don’t stare at my bottom!!”
I turned around and looked at her face. “Sorry, I just didn’t think you did anal.”
“I don’t, I never have. I wanted to try new things, and Billy just wasn’t into it. He said and I quote “You poop from there” and then burped into the phone. I was being vulnerable with him and asking him to be adventurous with me, and he was just a neanderthal.”
“Wow, if a girl asked me to do anal, I think I’d probably tell her that would be fine with me.”
“Yes, I am sure you’ve done it with your girlfriend in Canada many times? When is she due to fly in? I’ve heard you saying it’s soon for about a year now. I’d love to meet with her. Maybe her and I can do anal together with each other?”
“Sydney, I get it. You know my girlfriend isn’t real,” I begged my older sister to stop teasing me about it. I asked her what she wanted to ask me about when she invited me into her room. She has never wanted to have discussions with me, but I’d never offered. I just thought she was too cool to even talk to me one on one. Sydney was popular at school, andmy older sister was a little larger than life and not very approachable.
She came across as down to earth now that we were talking one on one and even vulnerable, but that was not how she seemed to me most of the time.
I was getting really curious now to hear all about whatever it was. I also wanted the swelling in my pants to stop, so I hoped that it wouldn’t make me even hornier because then I’d never be able to stand up and walk out of the room without my sister noticing my erection in my pants.
“First, you tell me something that I have been curious about,” Sydney said. “Harvey knows you are lying. You know Harvey is lying about his girlfriend. I think she is in New Zealand, right?”
I couldn’t imagine how my boring life would interest my older sister enough that she’d be curious about the lies I swap with my brother. It was strangely flattering for her to ask me to explain it.
“Sheila started out in Australia, and then I think he moved her to New Zealand,” I admitted. Harvey isn’t always consistent about Sheila. I have a whole elaborate backstory and I keep notes about Tiffani. Thinking about that made me realize how silly it was to create a fake personality to lie about, and then create a dossier on her so that I can at least lie consistently to someone who knows I am lying to him while he lies to me.
We had entire backstories about these fictional girlfriends of ours, and obviously, over time we updated them, because they can’t stay 21 years old forever, right?
“You both know it’s a lie, but you continue to tell it to each other and yourselves. Why?”
I had never thought about that. “I guess it’s like a shared reality. It’s real in our heads if we both believe it, and I can live vicariously through his stories about a chick that is really into a dork from Spokane, and he does the same through my stories about Tiffani Amber Theisen.”
“Your girlfriend is Tiffani Amber Theisen from Saved by the Bell? She is forty years old now, dude.”
“No she just has the same name as that Tiffani Amber Theisen,” I clarified before realizing that I was explaining my fantasy girlfriend to my real-life naked sister, and she was just having a laugh at my expense. “Did you invite me in here to ridicule me, or did you really want me to ask a question?”
“I didn’t know you were coming up here, but since you are here, I wanted to ask you something that I’ve been thinking about and get your thoughts on it before I say anything to anyone else about it.”
“Oh great, so I am a practice run. You tell me and then if I like it, you’ll go tell people whose opinion matter?”
My sister slapped my thigh, coming a fraction of an inch from my boner. “Stop putting yourself down, Trent. I haven’t been the greatest sister, and we don’t hang out like we did when we were little. You used to be my little shadow, following me around everywhere. Do you remember that?”
“Vaguely,” I didn’t want to walk down memory lane. I wanted to hear about whatever idea she had, because now I was invested in finding out.
“What do you think about nudists?”
“It’s not my favorite kind of porn, why?”
“Porn? Is that what you think nudism is?”
“I don’t know. Isn’t it where women take pictures of themselves naked on beaches and stuff? I’ve seen it, and it’s cool because I wonder how they can walk around in public like that and get away with it, but I’ve never really thought about it. I assume they take those pictures in Germany or something. Why are you asking about this?”
“Never mind, this is like talking to Billy,” she started to pick up her iPad and told me she’d be down to get to the garbage in a little while.
“Educate me about it, I have no idea what nudism is. That’s what I should have said,” I admitted.
My sister looked up at me and nodded. “Nudism is a lifestyle, not a perversion. There are entire families that live and work in the nude in campgrounds and parks around the entire world including every state in the United States.”
I thought that sounded a lot like bullshit. I doubted very seriously that would be legal.
“Families? Like maybe a bunch of old fogies or something? It couldn’t be people with teenagers,” I said skeptically.
My sister tapped on her iPad and brought up another tab linking to a nudist site that showed entire families on the beach, having a good time, some at campgrounds. There was nothing explicit or sexual about the photos. People were nude around a pool and having a good time, but it was obvious that I was wrong. There were people my age in the pictures. They just cropped the photos in a way that you didn’t get to see the good parts.
“Let me guess, you want to move to a Russian nudist resort after you graduate?”
“Do less talking and more listening and I will tell you,” Sydney was becoming annoyed, so I shut my mouth and stopped trying to make jokes. “No, I do not. I’d like to ask our parents if we could try being a nudist family.”
My face suggested that I was laughing, but no laughter came out. I asked her to get real. Our parents were not the nudist type. My mom parents were professionals, I couldn’t imagine them naked with a bunch of hippies that wanted to live in a nudist commune or something.
“How do you think that would go?” I asked, because I thought the answer would “not very well.”
“Let me ask you,” she said. “if there was a rule that everyone in the house had to be naked, how would you react?”
“Poorly,” I answered quite honest.
“Okay, why?”
“I would probably have a boner, and that would be mega-embarrassing,” I remained honest. That was just from the top 200 reasons why I wouldn’t like that.
“Like you have right now?” Sydney gave me a knowing smile, and when I placed my hand on my lap to cover the bulge, she took my hand away and said it was perfectly natural and normal.
“It’s a physical reaction to stimuli. You can’t help your boner because you are a boy with testosterone driving you crazy, and you are probably uncomfortable seeing me nude, so your brain is sending signals to your pecker and making you hard. All men get hard, all women get wet, we also get hard nipples when we get turned on, it’s an automatic reaction. Look, I’ll show you,” she said as she rolled on her side and cupped one of her breasts.
“See?” she tapped the tip of her nipple with her finger and showed me how rock hard and stubby her perfect nipples were. They were exactly parallel and perfectly aligned. I wasn’t prepared to see her boobs and I am sure my eyebrows shot up and I looked stunned.
“It’s not a big deal, they are just tits, Trent.”
Yeah, super-hot tits, though.
“In a nudist household, people don’t sexualize the body. They view it as just skin. They treat reactions like the ones you and I are having as normal and ignore it or go in the bathroom and do something about it. You could walk around all day at a nudist resort and never see one boner.”
“Except for my own,” I insisted.
“No, it’s not socially acceptable to walk around with your dong fully erect. Someone would approach you and ask you to go into the bathroom and take care of it, before returning to the public areas. I doubt they would say much about hard nipples though, that’s not as awkward.”
I was really enjoying this topic, and I couldn’t take my eyes off my sister’s tits. She didn’t roll back down on her stomach and force me to stop looking.
“Go ahead and get a good long look, Trent. Look at my butt too if you really want, all I do is poop from there anyway,” she chuckled as she quoted her ex-boyfriend’s assessment of the singular purpose of a woman’s ass. “It was just funny how you spun your head around when I said anal as if you’d see me having it right then or something.”
“You want to propose to mom and dad that we have a rule that everyone has to be naked?”
“I’d like to, but I am thinking about how to convince everyone else in the family. I know if I just come right out and ask, they’ll shoot me down out of the gate just like you did. They won’t ask about any benefits to some new house rules.”
“What is the benefit?”
“Healthy mental state, body acceptance, trying new things, expanding awareness,” she listed off some fairly abstract concepts that meant very little to me. “Eliminating sexual repression, exposing myths about the body, and removing the stigma about nudity being equated to sexuality.”
“What if people came over?”
“So what? we’d tell them we are a nudist family, and they’d be invited to either take off their clothes or visit fully clothed. You can have clothes on in a nudist resort. It’s entirely voluntary. You’d stand out like a sore thumb in a sea full of naked bodies, but many of the resort workers wear clothes to prepare food and clean rooms.”
“They pay people to work there?” I asked incredulously.
“No, they enslave them,” my sister replied sarcastically. “Yes, of course they need maintenance people, grounds keepers, and if they have hotels or condominiums on premises, they have to have people to clean the rooms, work the front desk, security at the gate. Did you know nudist resorts have the lowest crime of any places in America? No one will steal your car or break into your house there. The gate is strictly limited to registered guests and community members, and they are just a very laid back and supportive community.”
“Fascinating,” I lied. “What is your value proposition to Mom and Dad to convince them to make a rule to get everyone in the house naked?”
“Value proposition? I like that term, thank you Trent,” my sister tapped that note into her iPad before continuing. “I need to offer them an outcome that makes it worth trying something new that they can actually see and measure, not just a holistic new perspective on trying new things. That’s actually a big help.”
I thought of my own value proposition- one that would make me quite popular around school.
“If we did this, and I brought over friends from school, you would walk around in front of them completely nude?”
“I would if I had something to do and they were at our house. I am not going to stand on the coffee table and go-go dance for your buddies, if that is what you are asking,” Sydney quipped.
That was quite the mental image.
“Last I checked, you don’t actually have a ton of guys coming over to the house to hang out, so would you explicitly bring them over here because your Mom and sisters were nude?”
I didn’t think of the women in my family like that, and I wasn’t sure how to respond.
“I wouldn’t mind if they want to look at me, that’s the point of being open with your body. Usually, once you take a good long look, it would be enough anyway. You keep darting your head around, stealing little glances at me. That wouldn’t be healthy. I’d want us as a family to really spend some time getting comfortable naked and then that would cease. If you DID have friends that came over explicitly to gawk at the other women in the house that would probably make them uncomfortable,” she made some more notes.
“Hey, I never said I would do that, I was just asking about if I did. This is a hypothetical question anyway, because Mom and Dad will never go for it. Why are you so gung-ho about it anyway?”
“I’m going away to college next year, and I’ve had a very ho-hum life, textbook vanilla. I was a cheerleader, prom queen, dated the popular boys people expected me to date, straight A’s but something is missing. I’d like to experiment with some new rules around the house before I go away to UCLA.
It was a big deal when my sister got accepted.
“You could probably walk around stark naked at campus in California.”
“I thought about that,” my sister admitted. I was joking, so I really didn’t that was a viable option. There used to be a guy student there named Luis Andrew Martinez, everybody called the naked guy. He went to classes nude at UCLA and all over the campus until the university banned it.”
I found that hard to believe but my sister pulled it up on her tablet and showed me a black and white picture of a guy with a crew cut sitting on the ground getting arrested.
“Wow, you are serious about this.”
“I’ve given the new rules a lot of thought, but I’ve not had anyone to act as a sounding board. Most of my friends are shallow and ditzy. I am not even sure if you are taking this seriously.”
“It’s a bit hard to wrap my mind around. You keep saying there would be rules?”
“Yeah, we’d need rules, a set of understandings about it. As an example, we might say that you have to sit on a towel at dinner, so that we don’t ruin our chairs.”
“Because of butt sweat?” I asked.
“Do I look like my ass sweats?” my sister invited me to take a second look at her bottom. I turned my head and quickly glanced. It was dry and I confirmed that she didn’t.
Sydney smiled at me, and told me that for girls they get wet and leave little stains, and for boys their penises might drip on the chair.
“Yeah, I can see why mom wouldn’t want that to happen,” I admitted. “So, the rule would be you can NEVER wear clothes at home? No matter what?”
“That’s a good question. I would say that should be the rule. I am all about consent but if someone opts out and decides to wear clothes it loses something. I would think you could put on clothes to go outside, though.”
“We could change at the door, and put some clothes there for everyone,” I suggested. I didn’t care if it was a hypothetical. This was far more interesting than my hypothetical conversations about girlfriends who were never going to call or visit because they aren’t real.
“I don’t know if we have to go that far. You could probably get dressed and leave, but not hang around.”
“Okay, I thought they would be rules, so maybe you have to strip off in the car port and bring your clothes inside.”
“You are strict!” Sydney seemed to find what I said endearing. I wasn’t quite sure why. She showed me a very barebones list of four rules, which amounted to remaining naked all the time and sitting on towels in common areas of the house.
House Rules
1. Family must be nude in the house.
2. Please sit on towels when sitting in chairs.
3. Total honesty at all times
4. Family meetings to discuss what we did well, what we need to do more of, and what should do less of should be scheduled weekly. Action item: Sydney to schedule meetings.
That was it. Months in the works, and that was all she had written.
“How important is it to you that our family try this nudist household?” I didn’t see these rules as being very likely to be adopted by my parents, and there wasn’t much to them. I expected after all the discussion we had and the time she had spent thinking about this, that there would be a little bit more meat to the rules, and it seemed underwhelming to me. I had so many questions about how it would all work.
“Like what?”
“It sounds like you want to try new things. That, to me sounds like being adventurous and experimenting together dynamically. You mentioned everybody would participate, so do you have another adventure we could all go on together as a family?”
“I really like your turn of phrase, Trent. I underestimated you. I realize the rules don’t look like much but I put a great deal of thought into it, and I have been a bit paralyzed with indecision. I like the idea of new adventures and opportunities to explore new ways of existing together as a family in harmony. Do you have any recommendations?”
I didn’t. This was the first time I’d ever seen anything like this, and I was quite distracted by the raging boner throbbing in my jeans. My little head may have been thinking for my big head, but I rattled off the only thing that sprang immediately to mind without giving it much thought.
“Well, and forgive me for being vulgar, but you said you wanted to try anal with your boyfriend. You say you want to try a nudist household here and I just learned that’s not perverted or sexual. However, people like me who know nothing about it may find it provocative.”
“I like that word, provocative,” Sydney typed that into her iPad. She looked it up and told me that the word in Russian was Provokatsionnyy. It sounded like she was just smushing a bunch of vowels and consonants together to me.
“Why not suggest we all learn Russian and speak it, or try some other type of household, and then build from there?”
“What do you mean?” my older sister was genuinely intrigued.
“We could start with underwear only, and ladies could wear bras too and we work up from there,” I realized how naively stupid that sounded immediately after I proposed it.
“The body is beautiful and natural; one of the benefits to nudism is that you aren’t hiding behind repression, and you can just be who you are. If we introduce lingerie and underwear I think we are enforcing a model that is designed to make us wear an EXTRA layer of clothes under our clothes or we might feel vulnerable is counterproductive.”
I was quite pleased that my sister took my suggestion seriously enough to tell me why it wouldn’t work rather than just laugh at me for throwing a half-baked idea against the wall.
“You don’t wear underwear?”
“I have, but I don’t anymore. I find it restrictive, so I put all of my bras and panties in a bag, and I plan to donate them to Goodwill.”
“What if you have a to wear a short skirt or something and it flies up?”
“Oopsie, I guess someone would see my bottom, I only poop from there, so why would anyone look at it anyway?” Sydney shrugged the dilemma off like it wouldn’t concern her at all. My boner was throbbing. I could tell that Billy Parker’s rebuff had touched a nerve with Sydney even though she was joking about it.
I could remember the times I’ve seen a woman’s skirt accidentally fly up on one hand, and I could remember the split seconds exactly as they happened. The moment passed so quickly that I could only be certain that one of them was wearing panties, but the other two I was never sure about. It was still thrilling to me and I probably couldn’t have told you the reason the accidental exposure turned me on.
“Okay, so would it be a new rule that none of us are allowed to wear bras or panties?”
“I never thought about that,” Sydney tapped it into her rules while I talked to her.
“You are going to propose that to Mom and Dad?”
“There are no bad ideas, but some are better than others. In fifteen minutes, you’ve provided me with more ideas than I’ve had about this in weeks.”
“How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Since last year, when I read about a place in Southern France where the entire town is nude, people shop naked, people work naked, it’s a beach resort. I didn’t come to the conclusion that I would like to propose nude rules until around Christmas.”
“NUDE rules?”
She laughed and corrected herself to say that they would be new rules, but that she liked her Freudian slip and wrote that at the top of her notes.
“Winter in Spokane Washington gets fairly cold, Sis. Wouldn’t we have frosty butts and wieners?”
“I wouldn't have a frosty wiener, but wouldn’t it thrilling to walk around in the brisk cold completely naked, maybe wear a coat over your body for practical reasons?”
I walked upstairs to tell my older sister to take out the trash. I know it sounds kind of stupid, because in the time it took me to walk upstairs, I could have just taken out the garbage. My parents told me that all the time.
However, we had a chore sheet, and an order to things in my house. My mom was an attorney, and a bit of a control-freak. She believed in rules; it was a rule on Saturdays that Sydney had to take the trash out.
If I challenged that order, we’d have chaos, right? Cats and dogs living together, total mayhem. That’s what the guy in Ghostbusters said anyway. I’ll be honest, I am just kind of lazy and I wanted to annoy my older sister. It was her job, and she needed to do it.
I knocked on Sydney’s door. She gets a room by herself. She’s the oldest and she’s always had that room. I have to share a room with my brother Harvey. He’s kind of a pervert, but I guess I am as well, so it sort of works out. We are both virgins, but we like to pretend we have girlfriends and brag about them to each other. Mine is in Canada and she’s a model but she is too busy to come down here and see me.
How did we meet? Well, that’s when I change the subject and start looking for anything else to talk about.
“Sydney, it’s your turn to take out the trash! I know you are in there!”
“Come in.”
That’s odd. My sisters don’t normally invite me into their rooms. I also have a little sister named Julia, and she’s the polar opposite of Sydney. Sydney is introspective, super smart, fixes up cars with my dad, and loves to read, and she’s hands down the most popular girl at Post Falls High.
Julia is cute but in a quirky sort of way. She’s got the same blonde hair, but she chops it short, and she’s a tomboy who is always cracking jokes and doesn’t take life very seriously.
I opened the door, and didn’t expect what I saw next. There was my sister lying on her tummy on the bed, reading an iPad with one foot up in the air, sucking on her finger and lost in thought. She was completely nude from head to toe.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were undressed,” I started to shut the door. We don’t walk around our house naked, and I’d never seen any of the women in my house naked. Hell, I shared a room with Harvey, and we’ve never seen each other’s peckers and I’ve lived with him my entire life.
“It’s okay, you can come in if you want,” she said without taking her eyes off the screen as if she was contemplating something.
Sydney is my sister, and that means that automatically, I am not allowed to be physically attracted to her. At the same time, I was extremely horny, she’s super-hot, fully developed and she was butt naked. I must admit that I was titillated and wondered why my sister didn’t see the need to cover up in front of me.
When I say that Sydney is fully developed, I mean she is taller than our mother, shoulder-length straight blonde hair, huge majungas, nice butt, pretty face. She could probably win a beauty contest without even trying.
I had never walked on her or any of the women in the family naked. If I had, I would have expected to hear “AH! TRENT! GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU PERV! I AM NAKED!”
Yet, Sydney was as calm as a cucumber.
I assumed perhaps that my sister had recently taken a shower and forgot that she was naked when she invited me in. We share a common bathroom, but it wouldn’t be impossible for her to have wrapped a towel around and walked to her room and then forgotten she had dropped it while she was on the bed when she invited me in.
“Um, it’s your turn to take out the trash,” I stammered nervously – hoping this was not a set up to yell at me for being a perv.
“Oh, is that the reason you came all the way upstairs, down the hallway to my room, even though you must have been near the kitchen and it’s just a few steps down the driveway to take it out?” she offered a wintry laugh and kept her eyes on the screen.
My sister was right. I could have taken out the trash in less time than it took to walk up to her room. If I hadn’t been such a pedantic little prick who wanted to remind her on principle that it was her day to take it out, I wouldn’t be standing there looking at her naked body, though, would I?
That was quite the happy accident as far as I was concerned.
She moved her finger around on the iPad, and I noticed strange squiggles. I only casually scanned the screen before running my eyes along the outline of her majestic, streamline nude form. There wasn’t a blemish, a freckle in sight. She was lean and athletic but not overly muscular.
I hate to say this, but my sister was hot as fuck, and despite telling myself that she was my sister and it was wrong to be turned on by her body, I was already developing a chubby in my jeans.
I was staring directly at her perfect butt and nothing else. I couldn’t see much more than her side boob, and she was on her stomach. I knew you shouldn’t lust after your sister, but I am not going to pass up a chance to look at a perfect ass in the flesh. I quickly thought of something else to say to stall for a few moments longer while I took mental snapshots of what I had just seen for later mental processing (jerking off).
“Are you reading Klingon or something?” I asked about the symbols on her iPad. It was the first question I could think of.
My sister didn’t seem annoyed by the question, and she hadn’t told me to get the hell out of her and stop staring at her ass. I started to wonder if this was some sort of prank. I play pranks on my siblings, and sometimes they play them back on me, but Sydney usually doesn’t go in for those types of things. It’s usually just Harvey, Julia and me pranking each other.
Sydney’s always been a little bit older than the rest of us and more mature. She was just a little bit above all the petty stuff little playful pranks and jokes. Julia could give as good as she got when it came to fart jokes, tricks, insults and even pantsing my brother on occasion.
Sydney was never the type to engage in horseplay and shenanigans, even when we were little. She’s always been popular, smart, and extroverted, and she was probably a lock for class valedictorian.
“No, I am teaching myself Russian,” she admitted.
“Why, planning to go to Russia? Dasvedanya?” I added the only Russian words I knew to my question as a little levity to an extremely awkward situation.
She turned to look at me and it looked like she might have been crying. “I broke up with my boyfriend today, and I was trying to get my mind off it. I’ll take out the trash in a little bit, Trent. Do you want to talk for a bit?”
I am close to everyone in my family, but not so close that I have long conversations in my sister’s room while they get vulnerable with me about their inner feelings in the nude. I just want to throw that out in case you think that in any conceivable way that any of this seemed normal to me at the time. I actually suspected she had forgotten she was nude, or she was playing some trick on me.
I sat on the side of her bed and did the brotherly thing by not ogling her butt. If I had given into temptation, I’d have been talking directly to her luscious ass crack and imagining what was inside those butt cheeks. I looked at her face instead. It was probably just enough to be in a room with a naked girl – even if it was my sister, it was the first time for me.
“Why did you break up?”
“Oh, that’s an impossibly long story, Trent. I don’t want to bore you with the drama. I just wanted a little company. My mind is really not on studying Russian right now. Dasvedanya means goodbye by the way, which is apropos of what happened between me and Billy Parker today.”
“You were dating the Captain of the Football team?”
“Yes, Mister Football. He’s a boring jock. I guess everyone expected us to get together, but to be quite honest, I couldn’t have a conversation with him. I knew that when we started dating, but I did it anyway.”
“It seems like a short story on why you broke up then. You couldn’t communicate. Did you end it or him?”
“I think it was over a long time ago, but it ended officially today. I don’t want to date a jock ever again. I didn’t break up with him because he couldn’t hold a conversation. If I was going to do that, I would have done it months ago.”
“Then why? If you don’t mind me asking,” I said.
She set her iPad done on the bed and looked at me. “You really are nosy, Trent Sweeney. Do you actually care about this or are you just in here because I am naked?”
I stopped talking and stared at her nervously. “I didn’t know you were nude, you invited me and told me that I could talk to you. I’ll leave if you want,” I started to get up.
“I invited you in, and you can stay. You can handle a naked butt, can’t you?”
“Yeah, sure!”
“Surely after dating for so long, you have seen your Canadian girlfriend nude before and you should be quite used to the exposed female form?” Sydney flashed her perfect smile, and I knew instantly that she was calling me out for my fantasy girlfriend.
“How did you know about her?”
“You are my brother Trent. I don’t have my head in the clouds all the time. I also listen to you and Harvey through the walls bragging about all the teachers at school you think are into you.”
I began to blush. I made a list of bangable teachers. Harvey had a rating system based on looks, boob size, and how low their standards probably were to fuck somebody like me and Harvey. I felt a little pathetic when Sydney called me out for that as well.
“It’s perfectly normal, Trent. Your secret is safe with me. I was the one eavesdropping, so you should be mad at me. I get bored sometimes, but you two are funny. I love how you bicker all the time.”
Harvey and I frequently have disagreements about everything ranging from Lord of the Rings to which Manga has the hottest girls in it. My brother is extremely interested in Asian girls wrestling, usually with hugely oversized tits and asses. He follows comics about female sumo wrestlers. The comic always involves a diminutive Asian girl wearing only a loin cloth in front of a crowded audience, as she wrestles a much bigger girl. There is a lot of face-sitting. It’s not my favorite thing but I can jerk off to it, in a pinch. I was embarrassed to think that my older sister even knew that I probably whacked off to erotic cartoons.
I made a mental note to keep my voice down when talking to Harvey about stuff like that, but not to stop beating my meat to deviant sexual art. I have about a gig of that stuff on my computer and my dick is not going to jerk itself off. Right?
Sydney was just teasing me about it, and she changed the subject when she saw how I began to blush after she told me she knew about some of my dirty secrets.
“I’ll tell you a secret of mine if you want to know why Bill and I broke up, but you must give me your word not to tell anyone,” she said and offered me her pinky.
I didn’t know what she was doing until she showed me how to pinky swear by interlocking my pinky with hers. She told me that a pinky swear was the most sacred oath that must never be broken between brother and sister. That made me feel special, like I was inside my sister's trust circle now.
“I wanted to do something kinky and adventurous, and Billy thought I was gross and disgusting and called me a whore. I told him there was nothing wrong with sex work, and that led to a little pissing match, and we had heated words until I told him I was over it and hung up on him. I guess it isn’t that long of a story after all.”
“You pissed on each other?” I asked naively.
My sister narrowed her brow at me like I was an imbecile and frowned. “I hope you are joking. You are way too smart not to know what a pissing match is, Trent. We argued. That’s what a pissing match is.”
“Oh, yeah I was kidding,” I lied. “What was the adventurous thing you wanted to try?”
“Now, Trent! That’s not something brothers and sisters usually talk about, are you even sure you’d want to know?” my sister flashed me a lascivious smile.
“Yeah, if you want to tell me. You said you want to talk about something, and I don’t speak Russian,” I said.
“I do want to talk to you about an idea I had, but if you want to know what I asked Billy about I’ll tell you. It doesn’t go past these walls, though?”
I offered to pinky swear with her again and she told me the first one would cover it.
“I wanted to try anal,” she said plainly.
I instinctively turned my head instantly to look the outline of my sister’s curvy butt. I couldn’t see her asshole between her cheeks because they weren’t parted but there was a dark line between the milky white globes of her buttocks that excited me. I felt guilty that I got an automatic boner in my jeans just hearing the word anal.
Sydney opened her mouth and laughed in surprise, when she saw me pivot my head toward her ass and slapped me on the knee. “TRENT!! Don’t stare at my bottom!!”
I turned around and looked at her face. “Sorry, I just didn’t think you did anal.”
“I don’t, I never have. I wanted to try new things, and Billy just wasn’t into it. He said and I quote “You poop from there” and then burped into the phone. I was being vulnerable with him and asking him to be adventurous with me, and he was just a neanderthal.”
“Wow, if a girl asked me to do anal, I think I’d probably tell her that would be fine with me.”
“Yes, I am sure you’ve done it with your girlfriend in Canada many times? When is she due to fly in? I’ve heard you saying it’s soon for about a year now. I’d love to meet with her. Maybe her and I can do anal together with each other?”
“Sydney, I get it. You know my girlfriend isn’t real,” I begged my older sister to stop teasing me about it. I asked her what she wanted to ask me about when she invited me into her room. She has never wanted to have discussions with me, but I’d never offered. I just thought she was too cool to even talk to me one on one. Sydney was popular at school, andmy older sister was a little larger than life and not very approachable.
She came across as down to earth now that we were talking one on one and even vulnerable, but that was not how she seemed to me most of the time.
I was getting really curious now to hear all about whatever it was. I also wanted the swelling in my pants to stop, so I hoped that it wouldn’t make me even hornier because then I’d never be able to stand up and walk out of the room without my sister noticing my erection in my pants.
“First, you tell me something that I have been curious about,” Sydney said. “Harvey knows you are lying. You know Harvey is lying about his girlfriend. I think she is in New Zealand, right?”
I couldn’t imagine how my boring life would interest my older sister enough that she’d be curious about the lies I swap with my brother. It was strangely flattering for her to ask me to explain it.
“Sheila started out in Australia, and then I think he moved her to New Zealand,” I admitted. Harvey isn’t always consistent about Sheila. I have a whole elaborate backstory and I keep notes about Tiffani. Thinking about that made me realize how silly it was to create a fake personality to lie about, and then create a dossier on her so that I can at least lie consistently to someone who knows I am lying to him while he lies to me.
We had entire backstories about these fictional girlfriends of ours, and obviously, over time we updated them, because they can’t stay 21 years old forever, right?
“You both know it’s a lie, but you continue to tell it to each other and yourselves. Why?”
I had never thought about that. “I guess it’s like a shared reality. It’s real in our heads if we both believe it, and I can live vicariously through his stories about a chick that is really into a dork from Spokane, and he does the same through my stories about Tiffani Amber Theisen.”
“Your girlfriend is Tiffani Amber Theisen from Saved by the Bell? She is forty years old now, dude.”
“No she just has the same name as that Tiffani Amber Theisen,” I clarified before realizing that I was explaining my fantasy girlfriend to my real-life naked sister, and she was just having a laugh at my expense. “Did you invite me in here to ridicule me, or did you really want me to ask a question?”
“I didn’t know you were coming up here, but since you are here, I wanted to ask you something that I’ve been thinking about and get your thoughts on it before I say anything to anyone else about it.”
“Oh great, so I am a practice run. You tell me and then if I like it, you’ll go tell people whose opinion matter?”
My sister slapped my thigh, coming a fraction of an inch from my boner. “Stop putting yourself down, Trent. I haven’t been the greatest sister, and we don’t hang out like we did when we were little. You used to be my little shadow, following me around everywhere. Do you remember that?”
“Vaguely,” I didn’t want to walk down memory lane. I wanted to hear about whatever idea she had, because now I was invested in finding out.
“What do you think about nudists?”
“It’s not my favorite kind of porn, why?”
“Porn? Is that what you think nudism is?”
“I don’t know. Isn’t it where women take pictures of themselves naked on beaches and stuff? I’ve seen it, and it’s cool because I wonder how they can walk around in public like that and get away with it, but I’ve never really thought about it. I assume they take those pictures in Germany or something. Why are you asking about this?”
“Never mind, this is like talking to Billy,” she started to pick up her iPad and told me she’d be down to get to the garbage in a little while.
“Educate me about it, I have no idea what nudism is. That’s what I should have said,” I admitted.
My sister looked up at me and nodded. “Nudism is a lifestyle, not a perversion. There are entire families that live and work in the nude in campgrounds and parks around the entire world including every state in the United States.”
I thought that sounded a lot like bullshit. I doubted very seriously that would be legal.
“Families? Like maybe a bunch of old fogies or something? It couldn’t be people with teenagers,” I said skeptically.
My sister tapped on her iPad and brought up another tab linking to a nudist site that showed entire families on the beach, having a good time, some at campgrounds. There was nothing explicit or sexual about the photos. People were nude around a pool and having a good time, but it was obvious that I was wrong. There were people my age in the pictures. They just cropped the photos in a way that you didn’t get to see the good parts.
“Let me guess, you want to move to a Russian nudist resort after you graduate?”
“Do less talking and more listening and I will tell you,” Sydney was becoming annoyed, so I shut my mouth and stopped trying to make jokes. “No, I do not. I’d like to ask our parents if we could try being a nudist family.”
My face suggested that I was laughing, but no laughter came out. I asked her to get real. Our parents were not the nudist type. My mom parents were professionals, I couldn’t imagine them naked with a bunch of hippies that wanted to live in a nudist commune or something.
“How do you think that would go?” I asked, because I thought the answer would “not very well.”
“Let me ask you,” she said. “if there was a rule that everyone in the house had to be naked, how would you react?”
“Poorly,” I answered quite honest.
“Okay, why?”
“I would probably have a boner, and that would be mega-embarrassing,” I remained honest. That was just from the top 200 reasons why I wouldn’t like that.
“Like you have right now?” Sydney gave me a knowing smile, and when I placed my hand on my lap to cover the bulge, she took my hand away and said it was perfectly natural and normal.
“It’s a physical reaction to stimuli. You can’t help your boner because you are a boy with testosterone driving you crazy, and you are probably uncomfortable seeing me nude, so your brain is sending signals to your pecker and making you hard. All men get hard, all women get wet, we also get hard nipples when we get turned on, it’s an automatic reaction. Look, I’ll show you,” she said as she rolled on her side and cupped one of her breasts.
“See?” she tapped the tip of her nipple with her finger and showed me how rock hard and stubby her perfect nipples were. They were exactly parallel and perfectly aligned. I wasn’t prepared to see her boobs and I am sure my eyebrows shot up and I looked stunned.
“It’s not a big deal, they are just tits, Trent.”
Yeah, super-hot tits, though.
“In a nudist household, people don’t sexualize the body. They view it as just skin. They treat reactions like the ones you and I are having as normal and ignore it or go in the bathroom and do something about it. You could walk around all day at a nudist resort and never see one boner.”
“Except for my own,” I insisted.
“No, it’s not socially acceptable to walk around with your dong fully erect. Someone would approach you and ask you to go into the bathroom and take care of it, before returning to the public areas. I doubt they would say much about hard nipples though, that’s not as awkward.”
I was really enjoying this topic, and I couldn’t take my eyes off my sister’s tits. She didn’t roll back down on her stomach and force me to stop looking.
“Go ahead and get a good long look, Trent. Look at my butt too if you really want, all I do is poop from there anyway,” she chuckled as she quoted her ex-boyfriend’s assessment of the singular purpose of a woman’s ass. “It was just funny how you spun your head around when I said anal as if you’d see me having it right then or something.”
“You want to propose to mom and dad that we have a rule that everyone has to be naked?”
“I’d like to, but I am thinking about how to convince everyone else in the family. I know if I just come right out and ask, they’ll shoot me down out of the gate just like you did. They won’t ask about any benefits to some new house rules.”
“What is the benefit?”
“Healthy mental state, body acceptance, trying new things, expanding awareness,” she listed off some fairly abstract concepts that meant very little to me. “Eliminating sexual repression, exposing myths about the body, and removing the stigma about nudity being equated to sexuality.”
“What if people came over?”
“So what? we’d tell them we are a nudist family, and they’d be invited to either take off their clothes or visit fully clothed. You can have clothes on in a nudist resort. It’s entirely voluntary. You’d stand out like a sore thumb in a sea full of naked bodies, but many of the resort workers wear clothes to prepare food and clean rooms.”
“They pay people to work there?” I asked incredulously.
“No, they enslave them,” my sister replied sarcastically. “Yes, of course they need maintenance people, grounds keepers, and if they have hotels or condominiums on premises, they have to have people to clean the rooms, work the front desk, security at the gate. Did you know nudist resorts have the lowest crime of any places in America? No one will steal your car or break into your house there. The gate is strictly limited to registered guests and community members, and they are just a very laid back and supportive community.”
“Fascinating,” I lied. “What is your value proposition to Mom and Dad to convince them to make a rule to get everyone in the house naked?”
“Value proposition? I like that term, thank you Trent,” my sister tapped that note into her iPad before continuing. “I need to offer them an outcome that makes it worth trying something new that they can actually see and measure, not just a holistic new perspective on trying new things. That’s actually a big help.”
I thought of my own value proposition- one that would make me quite popular around school.
“If we did this, and I brought over friends from school, you would walk around in front of them completely nude?”
“I would if I had something to do and they were at our house. I am not going to stand on the coffee table and go-go dance for your buddies, if that is what you are asking,” Sydney quipped.
That was quite the mental image.
“Last I checked, you don’t actually have a ton of guys coming over to the house to hang out, so would you explicitly bring them over here because your Mom and sisters were nude?”
I didn’t think of the women in my family like that, and I wasn’t sure how to respond.
“I wouldn’t mind if they want to look at me, that’s the point of being open with your body. Usually, once you take a good long look, it would be enough anyway. You keep darting your head around, stealing little glances at me. That wouldn’t be healthy. I’d want us as a family to really spend some time getting comfortable naked and then that would cease. If you DID have friends that came over explicitly to gawk at the other women in the house that would probably make them uncomfortable,” she made some more notes.
“Hey, I never said I would do that, I was just asking about if I did. This is a hypothetical question anyway, because Mom and Dad will never go for it. Why are you so gung-ho about it anyway?”
“I’m going away to college next year, and I’ve had a very ho-hum life, textbook vanilla. I was a cheerleader, prom queen, dated the popular boys people expected me to date, straight A’s but something is missing. I’d like to experiment with some new rules around the house before I go away to UCLA.
It was a big deal when my sister got accepted.
“You could probably walk around stark naked at campus in California.”
“I thought about that,” my sister admitted. I was joking, so I really didn’t that was a viable option. There used to be a guy student there named Luis Andrew Martinez, everybody called the naked guy. He went to classes nude at UCLA and all over the campus until the university banned it.”
I found that hard to believe but my sister pulled it up on her tablet and showed me a black and white picture of a guy with a crew cut sitting on the ground getting arrested.
“Wow, you are serious about this.”
“I’ve given the new rules a lot of thought, but I’ve not had anyone to act as a sounding board. Most of my friends are shallow and ditzy. I am not even sure if you are taking this seriously.”
“It’s a bit hard to wrap my mind around. You keep saying there would be rules?”
“Yeah, we’d need rules, a set of understandings about it. As an example, we might say that you have to sit on a towel at dinner, so that we don’t ruin our chairs.”
“Because of butt sweat?” I asked.
“Do I look like my ass sweats?” my sister invited me to take a second look at her bottom. I turned my head and quickly glanced. It was dry and I confirmed that she didn’t.
Sydney smiled at me, and told me that for girls they get wet and leave little stains, and for boys their penises might drip on the chair.
“Yeah, I can see why mom wouldn’t want that to happen,” I admitted. “So, the rule would be you can NEVER wear clothes at home? No matter what?”
“That’s a good question. I would say that should be the rule. I am all about consent but if someone opts out and decides to wear clothes it loses something. I would think you could put on clothes to go outside, though.”
“We could change at the door, and put some clothes there for everyone,” I suggested. I didn’t care if it was a hypothetical. This was far more interesting than my hypothetical conversations about girlfriends who were never going to call or visit because they aren’t real.
“I don’t know if we have to go that far. You could probably get dressed and leave, but not hang around.”
“Okay, I thought they would be rules, so maybe you have to strip off in the car port and bring your clothes inside.”
“You are strict!” Sydney seemed to find what I said endearing. I wasn’t quite sure why. She showed me a very barebones list of four rules, which amounted to remaining naked all the time and sitting on towels in common areas of the house.
House Rules
1. Family must be nude in the house.
2. Please sit on towels when sitting in chairs.
3. Total honesty at all times
4. Family meetings to discuss what we did well, what we need to do more of, and what should do less of should be scheduled weekly. Action item: Sydney to schedule meetings.
That was it. Months in the works, and that was all she had written.
“How important is it to you that our family try this nudist household?” I didn’t see these rules as being very likely to be adopted by my parents, and there wasn’t much to them. I expected after all the discussion we had and the time she had spent thinking about this, that there would be a little bit more meat to the rules, and it seemed underwhelming to me. I had so many questions about how it would all work.
“Like what?”
“It sounds like you want to try new things. That, to me sounds like being adventurous and experimenting together dynamically. You mentioned everybody would participate, so do you have another adventure we could all go on together as a family?”
“I really like your turn of phrase, Trent. I underestimated you. I realize the rules don’t look like much but I put a great deal of thought into it, and I have been a bit paralyzed with indecision. I like the idea of new adventures and opportunities to explore new ways of existing together as a family in harmony. Do you have any recommendations?”
I didn’t. This was the first time I’d ever seen anything like this, and I was quite distracted by the raging boner throbbing in my jeans. My little head may have been thinking for my big head, but I rattled off the only thing that sprang immediately to mind without giving it much thought.
“Well, and forgive me for being vulgar, but you said you wanted to try anal with your boyfriend. You say you want to try a nudist household here and I just learned that’s not perverted or sexual. However, people like me who know nothing about it may find it provocative.”
“I like that word, provocative,” Sydney typed that into her iPad. She looked it up and told me that the word in Russian was Provokatsionnyy. It sounded like she was just smushing a bunch of vowels and consonants together to me.
“Why not suggest we all learn Russian and speak it, or try some other type of household, and then build from there?”
“What do you mean?” my older sister was genuinely intrigued.
“We could start with underwear only, and ladies could wear bras too and we work up from there,” I realized how naively stupid that sounded immediately after I proposed it.
“The body is beautiful and natural; one of the benefits to nudism is that you aren’t hiding behind repression, and you can just be who you are. If we introduce lingerie and underwear I think we are enforcing a model that is designed to make us wear an EXTRA layer of clothes under our clothes or we might feel vulnerable is counterproductive.”
I was quite pleased that my sister took my suggestion seriously enough to tell me why it wouldn’t work rather than just laugh at me for throwing a half-baked idea against the wall.
“You don’t wear underwear?”
“I have, but I don’t anymore. I find it restrictive, so I put all of my bras and panties in a bag, and I plan to donate them to Goodwill.”
“What if you have a to wear a short skirt or something and it flies up?”
“Oopsie, I guess someone would see my bottom, I only poop from there, so why would anyone look at it anyway?” Sydney shrugged the dilemma off like it wouldn’t concern her at all. My boner was throbbing. I could tell that Billy Parker’s rebuff had touched a nerve with Sydney even though she was joking about it.
I could remember the times I’ve seen a woman’s skirt accidentally fly up on one hand, and I could remember the split seconds exactly as they happened. The moment passed so quickly that I could only be certain that one of them was wearing panties, but the other two I was never sure about. It was still thrilling to me and I probably couldn’t have told you the reason the accidental exposure turned me on.
“Okay, so would it be a new rule that none of us are allowed to wear bras or panties?”
“I never thought about that,” Sydney tapped it into her rules while I talked to her.
“You are going to propose that to Mom and Dad?”
“There are no bad ideas, but some are better than others. In fifteen minutes, you’ve provided me with more ideas than I’ve had about this in weeks.”
“How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Since last year, when I read about a place in Southern France where the entire town is nude, people shop naked, people work naked, it’s a beach resort. I didn’t come to the conclusion that I would like to propose nude rules until around Christmas.”
“NUDE rules?”
She laughed and corrected herself to say that they would be new rules, but that she liked her Freudian slip and wrote that at the top of her notes.
“Winter in Spokane Washington gets fairly cold, Sis. Wouldn’t we have frosty butts and wieners?”
“I wouldn't have a frosty wiener, but wouldn’t it thrilling to walk around in the brisk cold completely naked, maybe wear a coat over your body for practical reasons?”
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Re: Nude Rules (Original for ENF Forum)
This story has an intriguing premise--a family member is working out the rules for a nude household. Thanks for sharing.
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You must literally drink ink, that you could have read it that fast.
Thanks, where would you take it?
There are many directions it could go. I was inspired to think that it could somehow end up with nude wrestling involved, rather than my often BDSM fetish related stories, but I am not good at writing action inspired ideas.
Thanks, where would you take it?
There are many directions it could go. I was inspired to think that it could somehow end up with nude wrestling involved, rather than my often BDSM fetish related stories, but I am not good at writing action inspired ideas.
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Re: Nude Rules (Original for ENF Forum)
Interesting beginning. I'm definitely interested in seeing where this goes.
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Re: Nude Rules (Original for ENF Forum)
Many times I begin with a skeleton of an outline and allow the characters some freedom to guide me so that I do not get bored writing because I know the outcome.
I want the same white knuckle ride as the reader of wondering where it will go.
In this case, as I finished Mary Christmas, I was reflecting upon what I really wanted to write when I wrote that. This has no Christmas component to it.
(Although, I suppose in retrospect, it could).
I thought about who would tell the story - perhaps Sydney, along with her motivations. I thought about the brother telling it, and how relatable his observations might be to anyone who was that age and had those same feelings. I briefly considered a third person omniscient narrator but those stories do not interest me as much because I cannot feel as rooted in the story and identify with the character telling the story as much.
I think I chose well in Trent.
I imagined his surprise seeing his sister nude for the first time, and how interesting it would be in a "Embaressed Nude Female" story to begin with a character who is not embarrassed - at least not yet!!
She invites him in. The trope might be "Get out of here you little perv, I AM NAKED!"
I wanted to flip that, with her seemingly unaware when she invited him, and him wondering if it's a trick, or if she just took a shower and forgot, etc. I thought the uncertainty would be fun tension in the early part.
The interesting premise of her family's nude rules, is a bit over the top. I need to come up with a plausible reason for acceptance, or perhaps take it in a different direction entirely with only the two of them starting the trend.
However, I've not written this one, no outline at all.
Instead, I am reflecting upon reader feedback. An interactive opportunity to some extent. I can't promise i'd take it, but I'd love to hear where others would like it to go and why.
One thought that occurred to me, which may seem out of left field right now, is that I would like to involve nude wrestling - with Trent training his sister to take on all comers.
I've been trying to broaden my scope as an author. As I read the remarkable stories on this site, I have been trying to "Get back to basics" of what makes a good story.
I have an old addage "BAD CHOICES MAKE GOOD STORIES"
Many of my stories are predicated on a character making a bad choice, that lands them in hot water. Case in point, Mary Christmas. She trusted Ethan, takes the dare, goes out in the snow - ends up with frozen panties tossed through the window to her that say "anal whore". Ditches those in the snow only to be caught by her parents who subsequently find the panties which further implicates her.
In this story, I may take the opposite route, and have them build a dynamic power exchange. However, one thing I am reluctant on is to add to many fetishes and scenarios involving copious amounts of sex.
One thing I like on this site, is many of the stories are far more subtle. They have sex and sexual escapades but they are not built around a fetish like my pony girl story - which I won't update any longer given there was limited to no interest. That's something I really need to think about before I introduce it into the story.
I want the same white knuckle ride as the reader of wondering where it will go.
In this case, as I finished Mary Christmas, I was reflecting upon what I really wanted to write when I wrote that. This has no Christmas component to it.
(Although, I suppose in retrospect, it could).
I thought about who would tell the story - perhaps Sydney, along with her motivations. I thought about the brother telling it, and how relatable his observations might be to anyone who was that age and had those same feelings. I briefly considered a third person omniscient narrator but those stories do not interest me as much because I cannot feel as rooted in the story and identify with the character telling the story as much.
I think I chose well in Trent.
I imagined his surprise seeing his sister nude for the first time, and how interesting it would be in a "Embaressed Nude Female" story to begin with a character who is not embarrassed - at least not yet!!
She invites him in. The trope might be "Get out of here you little perv, I AM NAKED!"
I wanted to flip that, with her seemingly unaware when she invited him, and him wondering if it's a trick, or if she just took a shower and forgot, etc. I thought the uncertainty would be fun tension in the early part.
The interesting premise of her family's nude rules, is a bit over the top. I need to come up with a plausible reason for acceptance, or perhaps take it in a different direction entirely with only the two of them starting the trend.
However, I've not written this one, no outline at all.
Instead, I am reflecting upon reader feedback. An interactive opportunity to some extent. I can't promise i'd take it, but I'd love to hear where others would like it to go and why.
One thought that occurred to me, which may seem out of left field right now, is that I would like to involve nude wrestling - with Trent training his sister to take on all comers.
I've been trying to broaden my scope as an author. As I read the remarkable stories on this site, I have been trying to "Get back to basics" of what makes a good story.
I have an old addage "BAD CHOICES MAKE GOOD STORIES"
Many of my stories are predicated on a character making a bad choice, that lands them in hot water. Case in point, Mary Christmas. She trusted Ethan, takes the dare, goes out in the snow - ends up with frozen panties tossed through the window to her that say "anal whore". Ditches those in the snow only to be caught by her parents who subsequently find the panties which further implicates her.
In this story, I may take the opposite route, and have them build a dynamic power exchange. However, one thing I am reluctant on is to add to many fetishes and scenarios involving copious amounts of sex.
One thing I like on this site, is many of the stories are far more subtle. They have sex and sexual escapades but they are not built around a fetish like my pony girl story - which I won't update any longer given there was limited to no interest. That's something I really need to think about before I introduce it into the story.
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Re: Nude Rules (Original for ENF Forum)
Trent is already in Sydney's room. What if naked Julia is waiting in the closet for Sydney to talk Trent into agreeing with the nude family rules, then spring out and the two girls strip their brother? That will be "wrestling naked."
Next, getting Harvey on board with the family becoming home nudists. Sydney and Julia could really prefer being naked--Sydney swore off underwear. BUT--in order to enjoy the freedom of nudism, the girls need to get the rest of the family to accept that Sydney and Julia won't be wearing clothes at home. What better way than to get everybody naked so that they won't complain? After the first week, set aside mandatory nude periods in the rules (such as during family meetings--with the excuse of not hiding anything) and mandatory clothes (Sydney may NOT take the trash out while naked) and the rest of the time it's clothing optional.
Next, getting Harvey on board with the family becoming home nudists. Sydney and Julia could really prefer being naked--Sydney swore off underwear. BUT--in order to enjoy the freedom of nudism, the girls need to get the rest of the family to accept that Sydney and Julia won't be wearing clothes at home. What better way than to get everybody naked so that they won't complain? After the first week, set aside mandatory nude periods in the rules (such as during family meetings--with the excuse of not hiding anything) and mandatory clothes (Sydney may NOT take the trash out while naked) and the rest of the time it's clothing optional.
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That's a clever idea.
However, I want them to have to persuade Julia and Harvey. If part of the story begins with everyone essentially be all in, I am losing some of the Magnificent Seven style which was built upon first recruiting all seven.
I want Julia to be a tomboy/joker -who may even be lesbian, and despite being quite attractive, with her hair and lack of interest in beauty products, she's got to be convinced to get on board.
In the case of Harvey, the same thing - he's been established as a pervert, so as a foil to Trent, who is also a pervert, Harvey's reasons for joining will most certainly being "ass and pussy and only ass and pussy, maybe tits"
If Harvey had been the one to talk to Sydney, he would have been crude and she would have kicked him out of the room, so Harvey has to be involved later, is my thought.
One idea I am floating is this:
"If you can get our parents to agree to this, I'll do whatever you want"
"You mean like sex?"
"I am your sister, Trent! I meant like all your chores, and whatever else"
"When you say anything, but then add an exception, it's a little confusing."
"Everything except for sex, okay?"
"So, just as a hypothetical, If I persuade the ENTIRE family to accept new rules to go naked all the time, if I told you to do jumping jacks, or jam your thumb up your butt, you would?"
"Gross, would you actually do that?"
"I am just asking, is it really just chores you are promising me, or are you saying you'll do whatever I'll tell you besides sex."
"I mean, i guess if it's not all the time"
"Hypothetically, how many times could Itell you to do something in a day?"
"Forget it Trent"
"Okay, fine"
(week goes by)
"Okay, whatever Trent. Let's do it, but not the thumb in the butt thing around our parents and stuff"
"Jumping jacks, though?"
"Yeah, why not...just don't make it super weird"
Is kind of the scenario, and then he has to get Julia and Harvey on board first by negotiating with them something, and then they all four go in solidarity to the parents...something like that?
As to the wrestling idea, I was thinking more along the lines, that the nude rules themselves get abandoned for the entire family because of their inability to come up with some value proposition to appeal to everyone, but Trent suggests they have their own, which leads to him establishing a nude wrestling match with Julia, for him and Harvey, and the competitive aspect, appeals to the girls, and that leads to more matches, eventually mom also joining in...so they get it a roundabout way.
These are quite literally pie in the sky/clouds in the coffee pencil sketches on a paper with no ink. I'd riff off other ideas though. Iam sitting here with a blank chapter 2.
However, I want them to have to persuade Julia and Harvey. If part of the story begins with everyone essentially be all in, I am losing some of the Magnificent Seven style which was built upon first recruiting all seven.
I want Julia to be a tomboy/joker -who may even be lesbian, and despite being quite attractive, with her hair and lack of interest in beauty products, she's got to be convinced to get on board.
In the case of Harvey, the same thing - he's been established as a pervert, so as a foil to Trent, who is also a pervert, Harvey's reasons for joining will most certainly being "ass and pussy and only ass and pussy, maybe tits"
If Harvey had been the one to talk to Sydney, he would have been crude and she would have kicked him out of the room, so Harvey has to be involved later, is my thought.
One idea I am floating is this:
"If you can get our parents to agree to this, I'll do whatever you want"
"You mean like sex?"
"I am your sister, Trent! I meant like all your chores, and whatever else"
"When you say anything, but then add an exception, it's a little confusing."
"Everything except for sex, okay?"
"So, just as a hypothetical, If I persuade the ENTIRE family to accept new rules to go naked all the time, if I told you to do jumping jacks, or jam your thumb up your butt, you would?"
"Gross, would you actually do that?"
"I am just asking, is it really just chores you are promising me, or are you saying you'll do whatever I'll tell you besides sex."
"I mean, i guess if it's not all the time"
"Hypothetically, how many times could Itell you to do something in a day?"
"Forget it Trent"
"Okay, fine"
(week goes by)
"Okay, whatever Trent. Let's do it, but not the thumb in the butt thing around our parents and stuff"
"Jumping jacks, though?"
"Yeah, why not...just don't make it super weird"
Is kind of the scenario, and then he has to get Julia and Harvey on board first by negotiating with them something, and then they all four go in solidarity to the parents...something like that?
As to the wrestling idea, I was thinking more along the lines, that the nude rules themselves get abandoned for the entire family because of their inability to come up with some value proposition to appeal to everyone, but Trent suggests they have their own, which leads to him establishing a nude wrestling match with Julia, for him and Harvey, and the competitive aspect, appeals to the girls, and that leads to more matches, eventually mom also joining in...so they get it a roundabout way.
These are quite literally pie in the sky/clouds in the coffee pencil sketches on a paper with no ink. I'd riff off other ideas though. Iam sitting here with a blank chapter 2.
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Re: Nude Rules (Original for ENF Forum)
Chapter Two is still blank? Do you have a copy of the Magnificent Seven so that you can review their recruiting? Chris was first--and suggested that the village hire men instead of guns. Here's a summary culled from Wikipedia:
"Chris finds five willing gunmen. They include Vin Tanner, a gunfighter gone broke from gambling; Chris' friend Harry Luck, who assumes Chris is hiding a much bigger reward for the work; the Irish Mexican Bernardo O'Reilly, who has fallen on hard times; Britt, an expert in both knife and gun who joins purely for the challenge involved; and the dapper, on-the-run gunman Lee, plagued by nightmares of fallen enemies and so haunted that he has lost his nerve for battle. On their way to the village, they are trailed by the hotheaded Chico, an aspiring gunfighter whose previous attempts to join Chris had been spurned. Impressed by his persistence, Chris allows him into the group."
You want something similar to the recruiting of the Magnificent Seven, and like Disney's Seven Dwarfs each gunfighter had a fully developed personality. Is Sydney your Chris, your Britt or your villagers? Harvey would be a great Harry Luck. Recruiting each member of the family one-by-one would make for fine chapters and give you a minimum of six chapters.
You started with Sydney recruiting Trent. Your Trent would want to establish limits--what new behavioral boundaries will everybody agree to? There are formal nudist resort rules and informal ones as well--Sydney mentioned towels. No need for Sydney to re-invent the wheel because there are already many examples:
https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/831 ... -etiquette
https://www.aanr.com/aanr-press-room/do ... st-resort/
Instead of having Trent negotiate or appear to be making demands, have him ask Sydney what the rules at nude recreation areas are--those rules are posted and the two links I provided are just a start. What would be appropriate for a family? Daily showers would seem appropriate for family nudists, but would that be upon returning home or early in the morning? There's a lot to discuss.
"Sydney, what are your goals? Do you really want to see everybody naked or is it just that you want to be naked and don't want the rest of us bothering you about that?"
"Chris finds five willing gunmen. They include Vin Tanner, a gunfighter gone broke from gambling; Chris' friend Harry Luck, who assumes Chris is hiding a much bigger reward for the work; the Irish Mexican Bernardo O'Reilly, who has fallen on hard times; Britt, an expert in both knife and gun who joins purely for the challenge involved; and the dapper, on-the-run gunman Lee, plagued by nightmares of fallen enemies and so haunted that he has lost his nerve for battle. On their way to the village, they are trailed by the hotheaded Chico, an aspiring gunfighter whose previous attempts to join Chris had been spurned. Impressed by his persistence, Chris allows him into the group."
You want something similar to the recruiting of the Magnificent Seven, and like Disney's Seven Dwarfs each gunfighter had a fully developed personality. Is Sydney your Chris, your Britt or your villagers? Harvey would be a great Harry Luck. Recruiting each member of the family one-by-one would make for fine chapters and give you a minimum of six chapters.
You started with Sydney recruiting Trent. Your Trent would want to establish limits--what new behavioral boundaries will everybody agree to? There are formal nudist resort rules and informal ones as well--Sydney mentioned towels. No need for Sydney to re-invent the wheel because there are already many examples:
https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/831 ... -etiquette
https://www.aanr.com/aanr-press-room/do ... st-resort/
Instead of having Trent negotiate or appear to be making demands, have him ask Sydney what the rules at nude recreation areas are--those rules are posted and the two links I provided are just a start. What would be appropriate for a family? Daily showers would seem appropriate for family nudists, but would that be upon returning home or early in the morning? There's a lot to discuss.
"Sydney, what are your goals? Do you really want to see everybody naked or is it just that you want to be naked and don't want the rest of us bothering you about that?"
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I haven't read all the suggestions here, just the first chapter, but my suggestion is that the parents put Sydney to the test. They tell her that she, and only she, will be going naked and following the nude rules for an extended period of time, so that the rest of the family can observe her and decide if it's what they want to do.
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