itty bitty titties -advice needed

[Hooked6]

Thank you! You were an inspiration for me to start writing. I read everything on your site (several times).

Are you actively working on the Antebellum School Project? How is that going?

If you have a premise/central idea that may work for the parameters above, I'd love to hear it.

I am indeed actively working on The Antebellum Project and hope to have at least two more chapters posted this week with several more in the works. I am also working on two more ENF stories and one ENM story that I hope to be far enough along to post in a couple of weeks - I say hopefully as things always seem to take longer to do that I anticipate.

Your question about ideas and your concept for an nudist resort in Orlando reminds me of a project that I have had in my head for the last several years but never got around to having it materialize. Anyway, A 17 year old rather timid girl suddenly finds herself overhearing her parents discussing the idea of taking an long vacation at a naturist resort over the summer. This shocks the girl as she couldn't think of anything more frightening. She kept quiet about overhearing that conversation hoping that ridiculous idea was just a lark and that her parents would forget about it but over the winter, she hears them talking about it several more times, much to her disappointment.

As summer rapidly approaches, Her parents finally confront her with their plans which have already been made and paid for. The girl refuses but finds they are serious and suggest she start practicing being nude around the house before they go. When mild persuasion fails, they take matters in to their own hands and strip her every day after school and insist she remain nude around the house until she is ready to head back to school the next day.

Eventually several girls from school drop by and catch her naked and her parents explain about their upcoming vacation and that their daughter is trying acclimate herself but she is still too shy. The girls eagerly volunteer to "help" the girl and with her parent's encouragement and permission, end up exposing her to multitudes of people they know all around town. As people find out about the trip they are also eager to help in the most humiliating ways possible.

Anyway. That is just about as far as I have gotten. If you think you can use this premise in an good old-fashioned ENF, EMB, Only one naked story, and are comfortable writing this from the timid girl's perspective, feel free to use this. Otherwise, if not, I'd like to eventually get around to doing something myself. Eventually . . . maybe . . . hopefully

Hooked6

[EddieDavidson]

Let me show you my raw draft. If I were to do your idea, what I would include is certainly more siblings at home. I've been to naturist resorts, and I recall several scenes that I wanted to include in the story itself, so I am not sure I would write about the prelude. However, I could see how they could leave the resort during the stay and that would be fun.

"I almost forgot we can't be naked here, dear"

"Mom, this is a MCDONALDS!"

One time, I remember these three nudist teenagers from UK. They had such proper British accents, and two of the girls were going underwater like ducks, and sticking their butts in the air as they went down.

The younger boy with them observed:
"Gisselle, do you know that I can see your doo-doo maker when you pop your bum up like that?"

"So?"

I'll never forgot how she just shrugged it off, I had always been raised to believe that was the most taboo thing a girl could show you/indecent and grew to believe they only tolerated you looking at it so they could get fucked, but just hearing how casual she was about it - has permeated some of my stories.

I am not sure anyone would mind if I show my rough draft. It's not been edited very well. I free-write and then go back and polish. If you have the time;

This was my rough draft with some notes to myself.

The Olsen family had just spent a 18 hours flying from Utah to Orlando International to visit their kid's grandparents. They rented a car at the airport and followed their GPS to Cypress Cove in a small town just south of Orlando called Kissimmee.

Home | Cypress Cove Nudist Resort (cypresscoveresort.com)

“This is OLD Florida, Kids!” Dennis explained as they drove down the historic Orange Blossom Trail.

“Dennis, this is NOT the way the GPS told us to go. We should have gotten on the turnpike!” his wife Nancy chided him. Dennis thought he’d take the scenic route. He was excited to be on vacation. He had taken the entire summer off to be with his family on one last vacation before his oldest daughter turned 18 and moved away.

“We came this way when my parents took me to Gatorland as a kid. It was an adventurel! I was blown away,” Dennis had deep nostalgia for the family vacations of his youth.

Unfortunately, Orange Blossom Trail wasn’t exactly the way he remembered it. In it’s heyday there were interesting stores, and restaurants that catered to tourists. He remembered staying in a motel that had an alligator mouth at the entrance and being blown away.

He kept looking for it but the sun was setting and it was getting dark fast.

“Gross, is that a prostitute?” His eldest daughter Katrina scrunched her nose in disgust. It was in fact two prostitutes. One of whom was wearing a braided pair of booty shorts and a mid-riff shirt. The other one was chubby and she wore only a bikini top and a pair of flesh colored, skin-tight leggings.

The pair of hookers were crossing to an Aldi’s on the other side of the street. One hopped into a red pick-up at the traffic light and left her companion behind.

“It’s Florida, honey! It gets hot out here. Girls down here don’t wear a lot of clothes,” Dennis explained. They were driving so fast that he had missed checking the two girls out and was giving them the benefit of the doubt.

“How do you explain that dude, Dad?” his son Jase pointed out a shirtless man walking down the street with his jeans pulled way down. The man on the street was probably not much older than Jase. He had a white towel on his shoulder, and wore a blue baseball cap turned backward.

“He’s probably coming back from a friend’s swimming pool,” Dennis smiled. Even if this area did seem sordid. He wasn’t going to let it spoil his family vacation.

“Oh cool, Kissimmee city limits! This is where that motel is. I am sure of it,” he sounded excited.

“Can we just go to my parent’s house, Dennis?” Nancy begged. “It’s getting late and they probably go to bed earlier. We’ve been traveling all day and the kids are tired.”

“It’s fine, Mom! Live a little! Life is an adventure!” Sadie, the youngest of the three Olsen kids was just as excited as her dad. She was looking around with child-like wonder. She’d never been more than 20 miles from her house in Utah and things seemed so different in Florida. The trees, the people, the stores. It felt like she was in the “big city!”

“No,” Nancy frowned. Their mother made it clear and in no uncertain terms that she wanted to get to the retirement community where her mother lives. “I haven’t seen my mom since Katie was in diapers. I am sure they are excited to see their grandkids!”

“It’s vacation, Mom!” Jase took up for his father and encouraged his mother to loosen up a little. “Let dad have his fun!”

“Yeah, on vacations you cannot say no all the time! That’s poopy!” Sadie frowned and sat back in her seat.

“You are 13 now, Sadie! Stop talking like you are still in middle school,” her older sister chided her. “I am with Mom! Dad, I am tired, and you can go tilting at windmills, or looking for your crocodile motel tomorrow!”

“Not a crocodile! An alligator,” her dad corrected. He saw motel that looked like it was once themed like a medieval castle. “Look at that Jase! That’s cool!”

Jase politely replied that it was kind of cool, and looked back down at his cell phone. He felt he can see anything he wanted at anytime on his hand-held device- he didn’t care about some dusty old motel.

It had obviously been closed for years, the once painted shields that lined the motel guardrails were defaced and covered in graffiti.

“Look kids, Big Ben!” he quoted his favorite movie from the 80’s about frustrating family vacations. Dennis was quoting the moment in National Lampoon’s European when the father points out a tourist site in London over and over because he can’t get off the roundabout.

“Hey dad, can we visit Walt Disney?” Sadie read a billboard that said it was just a few miles west of their location.

“No, we can’t” Nancy frowned. She didn’t want to say no to everything but the cost of a flight for five, and a rental car had taken most of their savings. She wouldn’t be working over the summer and her husband only had so much paid-leave. The rest of the time would be unpaid and they wouldn’t have the money for expensive Disney tickets. She tried to explain the delicate financial situation to the kids without trying to sound like an ogre.

“That sucks,” her kids collectively responded. Jase asked what they were going to do all day in a retirement community.

“I don’t know. Your grandma is just now getting on the Internet, kids. She hasn’t quite got the hang of email yet, so I actually don’t know that much about it. I assume they have a pool and there will probably be other kids there to play with.”

“Mom, I am 17. I am not going outside to play ball with the local dork brigade,” Katie said.

“Yeah, I hope grandma has high-speed Internet and at least an Xbox or something.”

“I doubt it, sport,” Dennis grinned. “You are in Florida. The weather is fine. The people are fun. It’s like spring or summer all year long here. You can go outside! do all sorts of fun stuff! You may even meet some girls!!”

Jase’s sisters elbowed him in the rib and teased him good-naturedly. Jase was notoriously shy around girls despite being fairly handsome in the face. He was more introverted around them because he had simply never learned to flirt and got nervous when talking to them. He was even uncomfortable TALKING about girls around his family.

His older sister had dated lots of guys and was currently single. His little sister Sadie had a boyfriend back in Utah- but they had yet to go all the way.

“Oh damn,” Dennis sounded so dejected and upset that the family thought they might have a flat tire. His beloved gator motel had long been shut down and covered in Graffiti. Dennis had to pull over and get out to mourn the loss of his beloved childhood vacation spot. “How could this place close down?”

“It’s just a big cement gator head, Dad,” Jase got out of the car with him. He wasn’t exactly making his father feel all that better by pointing out how cheesy the decoration actually looked. Dennis’s memory of the place had been far cooler. Back then he felt he was walking through the jaws of a mighty Alligator! Now, looking at the broken down old motel, he realized it wasn’t’ all he thought it was.

“I am sorry, Dennis,” his wife consoled him and asked if they could go to her parent’s house now.

Dennis silently got in the car and sulked all the way to what he believed was a retirement community. It was very remote, they had to pass a horse ranch, a petty zoo and a nature preserve to get there. “Is this thing in the middle of the Everglades?” he laughed.

It was getting really dark now and there no reflectors on the road, and almost no streetlamps to guide the way down a solitary road that led to the community.

“We are almost there,” his wife navigated for him. They were surprised to see a very posh looking entrance with a security gate. The community had high fences all the way around.

“Is that to keep the old people in, or keep everybody else out?” Dennis laughed at his own joke. He was notorious for making corny “Dad Jokes” that nobody else in the family really laughed at. The used to when they were little and Dennis felt he hadn’t changed since then so why should his sense of humor.

The sign at the gate read “Cypress Cove Naturist Resort”.

“Nature, kids!!” Dennis tried to entice his kids with the promise of a resort dedicate to nature. None of them responded.

The person at the gate asked their name, and radioed the office to confirm. They checked their IDs and asked the ages of everyone in the car. Dennis thought they were being overly careful, but he complied with the policies.

Nancy’s mom had let the office know she was expecting her daughter’s family ahead of time. If she had not they would not have gotten in tonight.

The person in the gate gave them a map and the directions to the address they were there to visit. It was dark out and most people in the community were in for the evening already.

The front of the park was lined with RV’s and campers – some of which seemed like they were there permanently. “These people really take pride in their campers,” Nancy said as she observed one particularly luxurious Winnebago. The porch had a raised deck and an elaborate screened in awning with a firepit and an expensive barbecue grill sitting in front.

“I’d hardly call a Winnebago a ‘camper’,” Dennis said. “That monstrosity probably cost more than our house back home.

They drove slow so they could check out the community on the way to Nancy’s parents manufactured home.

“They’ve got tennis courts, shuffleboard, and a lake! It! looks like they even have canoes!” Dennis grew excited. He didn’t play tennis or shuffleboard and none of his kids were very interested in any of that.

“I am starting to think this place isn’t a retirement community,” Dennis observed enthusiastically. He saw paddleboats by a large office with a general store inside. There were three free-standing buildings that looked like rental villas. “Those look nice,” he smiled.

As they cruised past the villa complex, they saw a massive swimming pool area. “Oh my gosh, that is big!” Nancy even seemed impressed.

“It looks like they have TWO pools, kids!” Dennis tried to excite his kids.

Katie and Jase were locked in on their cell phones. They really didn’t seem to notice or care even though they heard their father. “You seen one pool, you have seen them all,” Katie sighed. The pools were in fact fairly mundane. Cypress Cove had one normal sized, and one luxurious pool with a water fall.

Unbeknownst to them, there was also restaurant with a bar, a small shop, an activity center with a few video games and a pool table, a gym, a hair stylist and even a massage salon.

A friendly looking shirtless man waved at them from his golf cart. He looked like he was retirement age. Katie and her brother didn’t even notice him because they were tapping on their cell phones. Dennis waved and smiled at the friendly old man. “They sure are nice down here!”

“Oh my god, I think he is naked!” Sadie shrieked, and covered her mouth to stifle a grin.

“What? no, can’t be?” Dennis was alarmed but skeptical that anyone would be streaking around out in the open on a golf course.

“No, I think he IS, Dennis!” his wife leaned out the window to confirm.

“Well, don’t look, Nancy!!” Dennis chided her.

Sadie thought it was funny and was giggling. Her brother and sister had looked up but missed the happy gentleman as he rode off in the other direction. “That was so weird!!”

“Some people are sick, Sadie! I am sorry you saw that,’ Nancy turned around from the front seat and told her daughter.

“It wasn’t a big deal, Mom!” Sadie giggled.

“I am calling 9-1-1,” Dennis was ready to get the police involved. As far as he was concerned, a madman was roaming the streets of Cypress Cove and had to be stopped.

Dennis pulled over just past the swimming pool. A red-headed woman with streaks of grey hair rode past them completely nude. She had big floppy tits and unmistakably strawberry colored large areola.

The Olsen family sat in stunned silence as they tried to process what they just saw. The woman smiled politely and waved at them as if there was nothing unusual about riding completely naked.

Jase was the only one to look down. He felt he might get in trouble for staring at the lady.

“Is that the flasher’s wife? Maybe she is out looking for him?” Dennis tried to make a joke to add a little levity.

“That’s not funny, Dennis!” Nancy was horrified.

Katie harumphed. “If I had boobs like that, I would shoot myself,” she said. She was obviously being facetious and overly dramatic.

Sadie giggled “She’s SITTING on her bicycle seat naked,” she snickered as she thought about how wet that seat might be if her girly parts were to touch the seat leather. She watched the lady’s butt cheeks disappear into the darkness.

“Is this a nudist colony?” Dennis asked his wife.

“My mother is a prude. She’d NEVER live in a nudist colony!” Nancy insisted, but the thought had occurred to her as well.

Nancy’s mother had only recently begun using the tablet that her husband had purchased her. It took her months to figure out how to connect to Wi-Fi. She sent 17 completely blank emails to her daughter before she figured out how to actually type words into the subject header.

Frustrated by the lack of character space to type a coherent email, she had left only the barest details about their address and desire to see the kids over the summer. The first email with any text from Edith had begun
“Nancy, it’s so good to see you. Fred bought me this tab..”

“This email is frustrating. I can’t believe you use this..”

“It doesn’t have much space to type. I would rather use a carrier pigeon than this”

“contraption. Your dad bought me this tablet at Walmart. It cost almost 60”

“dollars. That’s outrageous for a toy. He says it is as good as the iPad. I”

“wouldn’t want to use email if my life depended on it. Anyway, it sounds fun”

“if you come this summer. I can’t wait to see you and the kids! We will put in a note”

“Nancy, forgive me, but I have lost patience with this contraption. In the garbage it goes. Call me”

Followed by an email with Edith and Fred’s address at Cypress Cove.

Edith had retired to Cypress Cove over 15 years ago with her husband. They loved being nude but Utah was very repressed. All of her neighbors and friends would have frowned on it if they were open about it. Here they were free to be who they were, and nobody judged them or shamed their about their nudity. It was a very friendly community

They seldom left the community, only for essential groceries. They had friends and everything they needed on property for the most part. The average age of residents was over 55, it was open to all ages – and billed itself as a family-friendly naturist resort. Naturist was another word for nudist resort but obviously the Olsen family did not know that.

Edith and Fred had never told anyone in their family that they moved to a naturist resort. Fred said it wasn’t anyone’s business and assumed that they would look down upon them for moving there. Edith had lived in the community for so long and accepted the naturist lifestyle that it had slipped her mind to tell her daughter. She might have mentioned it if she hadn’t grown frustrated with the cheap tablet she was using and tossed it in the garbage.

Fred didn’t believe in cell phone technology and had refused to buy one for him and his wife. They had a land line until a few years ago when even the local phone company stopped offering them and replaced their offerings with VOIP internet based phones. Fred told them to “Fuck themselves to hell,” and hung up on them when they refused to send someone to turn his landline back on.

Fred and Edith even kept a phone plugged in with an answering machine even though it was no longer connected to the landline out of habit.

Fred enjoyed walking his dog, long trips to the pool, talking with his buddies and tinkering in the shed behind his home. He lived in a lovely double wide manufactured home. He called it a “Trailer” because that’s what it was called when he bought it 16 year earlier.

The back half of Cypress Cove is lined with manufactured homes – many have been modified to have elaborate sunrooms, gardens and decks. Fred had a big red wooden deck that was a source of pride for him. He spent more time on that deck than he did in his house. He installed a fridge outside, an outdoor television to watch golf, and he and his buddies liked to sit outside all day and crack beers and sit in silence.

Edith enjoyed cooking and housekeeping. She had a large friend group and knew just about everyone in the park, and kept up with all the gossip. She loved going to the pool – went almost every day. She was well tanned and sitting naked in her house watching Jeopardy when she heard a car pull into their driveway. She sprung to her feet. Edith was 67 but she felt young and stayed active.

“Mom, are you naked? Nancy said when she and her kids got out of the rental car.

“Well, yeah?” Edith asked in a ‘what of it?’ tone. She had become so comfortable remaining nude in her home that she hadn’t even thought about her daughter’s first-time reaction.

It was obvious that Edith was completely naked. She also wore obvious nipple piercings and had a prince albert piercing in her clit. She thought nothing of covering up – because many of the women her age had them. It never seemed ‘kinky’ to get pierced. Her frame of reference was that the ladies in her Mahjongg group had them – so it was normal and nothing deviant. Piercings were a status symbol amongst her friend circle.

Edith could tell by the stunned look on her family’s face that they were mortified. “Didn’t you see the signs outside? This is a naturist resort,” Edith asked as she beckoned them to come inside.

Naturist is an updated term for nudist colony or nudist resort. The Olsen family had never heard that before. Dennis had assumed it meant a “nature park”.

Dennis had been prepared to bring the luggage inside, but he left it in the car because he had a feeling they were not staying.

“Mom, put some clothes on!” Nancy demanded as she approached her parent’s front door. She stood in the way of her mother and her kid’s view – although it did little to prevent them from seeing Edith in all her natural glory.

“Poppycock!” Edith replied sternly and approached the family. The leaves on the yard crunched beneath her bare feet as she walked out to greet them wearing only a smile.

Sadie laughed a silly laugh. She’d never heard that word said out loud and found it amusing and kind of adorable anyone still used it.

“You must be Katarina!” Edith greeted Sadie warmly and offered her a hug.

Katarina was Katie’s real name, and one she was embarrassed to use. She was also miffed that her grandmother thought Sadie was her, even though it was an honest mistake. A mistake that Katie quickly clarified.

“I assume you were one of your parent’s friends! You looked so grown up,” Edith offered a warm hug to Katie. Katie passed – not to be cruel, but she didn’t’ want to hug her naked grandmother. In Edith’s day, girls didn’t have access to so much makeup and beauty technology. Katie did indeed look about 22, but she looked nowhere near her parent’s age. Katie was slightly insulted.

“Mom, go inside! People can see you!”

“Yes, I know. No one here cares. You’d draw more attention wearing all of these clothes than you ever would being naked! Oh, I am so excited. Wait until your father sees you! Fancy Nancy all grown up!”

“Please don’t call me that, Mother,” Nancy insisted. Her father had given her that nickname when she was little and she had hoped they had forgotten it by now. It was a term of endearment to them, but Nancy always found it embarrassing.

“Sorry,” she apologized to her daughter and moved on to her grandson. “Who is this handsome young man?” she sized up Jase right away. “Jason?”

“Jase, Grandma!”

“Oh, Jase! Well, can I get a hug from my grandson? I am sorry you are shocked by my appearance, but being naked is normal here and wearing clothes is not!” She offered him a huge and he politely returned it.

“So then, what is your name? I never got to meet you either before I left Utah,” Edith smiled warmly. She could see the immediate resemblance to her deceased older sister Sadie in the young girl’s pretty face. It brought back instant memories that made her smile.

When Sadie told her grandmother her name, she wrapped her arms around the woman and embraced her. It was a strange sensation hugging a naked woman she had never met, but it didn’t feel sexual or weird at all. They felt an instant connection.

“Oh, you look so much like your Aunt. She’s your namesake, you know! I’ve got some old faded photographs in a drawer in the house. Why don’t you come inside and let me get to know all of you.”

Dennis was left feeling left out. Edith had not offered him a hug. It wasn’t’ that she didn’t like Dennis. She just had been so excited to visit with her three grandkids that she wanted to get inside. “Why don’t you go see Fred? He’s in the shed behind the house.”

“I should probably unpack, shouldn’t I?” he asked his wife with a tone of uncertainty that suggested she might want to leave right this moment.

Nancy sighed. This was not at all what she expected. They had come so far, spent so much and her mother was overjoyed to see the grandkids. Nancy had felt guilty about not staying in touch with her mom – but life, career, taking care of three kids – it had all gotten in the way.

Edith had sent cards, and letters but she had postmarked them to Nancy’s address, where she lived 16 years earlier. Very few people sent letters these days, and the post office will only forward mail for a certain amount of time. Eventually after not receiving any responses, Edith just stopped sending them because she believed that her daughter had gotten too busy to reply. She didn’t hold any malice towards her for that – but it had hurt her feelings at the time.

Now, Edith was on top of the world, because her family was here.

Edith’s home was warm and had a distinct smell. It wasn’t odious, but it was quite noticeable. Katie would have described it as “the smell of old people”.
Edith had lived there so long she could no longer detect the smell. It was the smell of their furniture – which had not been replaced in over twenty years. It looked incredibly uncomfortable and was made of a thick embroidered canvas that looked very ornate. It had not been very well-used.

In fact, Edith never sat on the furniture. She had some barstools at the kitchen bar where she and her friends played Mahjong, and she and her husband took meals. They didn’t have a TV in the living room. Fred had secured an antenna to the home, but had never been an advocate of cable or the Internet.

Edith collected dolphin statues and had shelves lined with mementos and decorative items. It wasn’t cluttered, but it’s fair to say the house was homey – Florida style with a flamingo and dolphin motif. There were also a surprisingly large number of pineapples decorating the house – many of which seemed to be placed upside down. Nancy assumed the Pineapples and Flamingos that decorated the walls were just typical tacky Florida decorations.

Edith’s first matter of business was to feed everyone and offer them something to drink. Jase asked for a coke. She served him an off-brand coke that had been in her pantry for over 10 years. Edith poured it into a tumbler with ice from the fridge that tasted slightly of propane.

Jase politely sipped it, but nobody else asked for anything to eat or drink.

“We ate at the airport,” Dennis said as he brought in some luggage and tapped his son to help him.

“Why on earth would you spend good money at the airport?” Fred announced himself as he walked in through the sliding glass door. He was naked, tan and had a bit of a swagger about him. Fred was barrel chested, and fairly tall. His dick swung low between his legs. It reminded Sadie of an elephant’s trunk. His balls hung even lower and they were very dark in color. She had a perfect view of his cock and noticed he wore a metal band at the base of his penis.

Fred thought nothing of walking into his own house naked. He was aware that the family cringed when he saw them. He wasn’t being insensitive or uncaring. Fred hadn’t communicated with his daughter since he and his wife left Utah. He assumed his wife handled the correspondence and that she had told them what to expect when they arrived.

From Fred’s perspective, if they were uncomfortable with his nudity that would pass soon. Nancy ran up to hug her father. She missed him a lot despite how gruff he could be at times. He had been a loving father that cared for her a great deal. Fred was one of those parent’s that believed in “Tough love” and while he had been strict. He felt he raised all of his kid’s right.

He wasn’t going to say it out loud, but he had a swelling sense of pride that his daughter was an adult with a family of her own.

Nancy gave him only a polite hug and barely made physical contact when it sunk into her that her father was naked. She had just been so excited to see him that she ran up to him when he first entered the room.

Fred had a larger-than-life persona – kind of a John Wayne or Henry Fonda type.

“Take your clothes off! Get comfortable,” he suggested to the Olsens. They politely responded with silence.

“Suit yourself,” Fred went to the fridge to get himself a beer.

Edith was so thrilled to chat with her grandchildren that she couldn’t sit down. She nearly danced around the living room, and as she did – her body jiggled, and her tits swung from side to side – it wasn’t’ an extreme jiggle, but it was enough to make Nancy and Katie particularly uncomfortable.

While Jase and his father were outside with another load of luggage, Dennis asked his son what he thought of this strange new development.

“I do not know what to think about it, Dad! It’s kind of creepy! Wrinkled, old boobies,” Jase winced.

“Look, I am uncomfortable as well, but this obviously means a lot to your mother and your grandparents,” Dennis reminded his son. “I don’t know if we will even stay here after all of this,” he said. That would probably be up to his wife, and he was betting she’d make a polite excuse and they’d leave tonight.

The unfortunate thing was that his flight was non-refundable and non-changeable. He had chosen the cheapest airline and the cheapest terms in order to ensure that he could get all five of them a round trip ticket. He couldn’t change the dates, and they didn’t have the money for a hotel room.

He shared with his son that If his wife said that they had to go, he’d try and figure it out, but this was so expected he genuinely had no plan. Dennis felt he could confide in Jase because as the two men in the family, they felt a kindred spirit in a family dominated by women – at least that’s how it felt.

“Just don’t make eye contact…well, actually make eye contact and don’t look down,” Dennis advised his son.

“I am not going to stare at Grandma’s boobies, Dad! But did you see? She has piercings in them!”

“I did not look,” Dennis lied. It was the first thing he noticed when he saw his wife’s mother. The last time he saw Edith she was about his age. She was an attractive woman and she still was for her age. He saw his wife’s face in hers and so, naturally he had certain thoughts (dirty ones) back when he was dating his wife about Edith – thoughts he wisely kept to himself.

It was an awkward first night. Edith kept insisting on bringing snacks and drinks to everyone. The pretzels and crackerjacks were stale. Edith had bought them years ago in case she entertained and none of her friends ate things like that. The kids politely ate and drank what they were given and didn’t insult Edith.

She quizzed them about their interests and what they had been up to, but didn’t talk much about her own life. She wanted to hear all about them. The kids politely answered, but they weren’t entirely sure what to tell her.

Jase in particularly remained quiet and detached as he frequently scanned his cell phone. “You’ll have to teach your dumb old grandma how to use that wireless contraption!”

“I could do that,” Jase finally smiled.

“Did your mother tell you that I sent 17 blank emails? I was so humiliated,” Edith seemed delighted to share her blunder with the kids. They laughed when she complained about how little space there was to write an email and she didn’t see why people did that. “You can basically only send a single idea in each email.”

“I think you invented Twitter, Grandma!” Katie joked that the 144 character limitation of a Tweet was similar to their grandmother’s concept of email. She took the time to explain that the body of the email was nearly unlimited.

“I told you that they wouldn’t make a device like that, Fred!” Edith said to her husband through the sliding glass door.

Fred wanted to hang out with the family. He hated sitting indoors. He was perched up in is favorite chair on his deck – the center of Fred’s universe. He could hear the birds and feel the night air on his bird chest. If they wanted to come outside that would be fine with him. He could hear the conversation inside and that was enough for him. Fred was a man of few words anyway.

“Yeah, well, you shouldn’t have thrown the damned thing in the garbage! It cost a lot of money.”

“Was it an Android or Apple, Grandpa?” Jase asked excitedly.

“Chinese,” Fred responded bluntly. He didn’t know and didn’t care what O/s was on the device. He had quite literally purchased the cheapest possible knock-off tablet Walmart had to offer and assumed it would be the same as an expensive Apple tablet.

After the initial shock of Fred and Edith’s nudity faded, the family had a great conversation (mostly with Edith). Edith showed them to their room.

“Room?”

“Don’t worry, we have two beds,” Edith explained as she brought the Olsen’s to the guest room. It was a spacious guest room with two twin beds. They used the room mostly for storage because they hadn’t had an overnight guest in years.

There were no cabinets for clothes and no closets in the room.

“The bathroom is just down the hall! I am so excited to have you here! In the morning, I am going to make a big breakfast! I’ve just GOT to show you all off to my friends at the pool. They are going to be SO jealous!!! Get some rest and I’ll talk to you in the morning!”

She kissed her daughter on the cheek and told the kids and Dennis how much she loved them before excusing herself.
"Well, what are we going to do now?" Nancy asked Dennis as soon as the five of them were alone in the guest bedroom.

It was a rhetorical question, and Dennis knew better than to attempt answering his wife. She was venting in her Nancy way, not really looking for solutions from her husband. He was exhausted. They all were.

"I guess you mean, how are the five of us supposed to sleep in this one room?" Dennis asked, eyeing the beds and almost certain he'd be relegated to sleeping on the floor.

He also knew Nancy wouldn't do that to one of her kids; she'd rather sleep on the floor herself, but with room for two to a bed, snuggled closely, the only option seemed to end with him on the floor.

"Jase, you'll sleep with us. Katie and Sadie will share the other bed. Sadie, go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. Then Jase and Katie. Tomorrow we'll figure this all out. Right now, I'm tired enough to sleep standing up."

Sadie didn't waste any time. She went straight to the right suitcase, popped it open, grabbed her toiletry bag, and dashed into the hall, headed for the bathroom, grinning all the way.

Sadie thought of this as an adventure. She didn't need a pep talk from her mom, although she was sure her brother and sister would get one while she was gone.

Nancy wasn't paying much attention to Sadie. Her thoughts were dwelling on how this could have happened. They'd spent more than they could afford on this trip, and they couldn't just pack up again and leave; there was nowhere for them to go under the circumstances.

"Well guys, this situation is about the last thing I expected, but we're going to have to make the most of it. I don't expect anyone to embrace your gramma and grampa's lifestyle, but you're going to see more skin this summer than I expected you to see before marriage. Will you please continue to be patient?"

Even as Katie and Jase nodded solemnly, what Nancy didn't have to say was that she would figure something out herself and run the idea by Dennis.

"Jase, get your pajamas and toothbrush ready. I want you in that bathroom the moment Sadie gets back."

"Sure, mom. Is Sadie going to sleep in her clothes? She didn't take her pajamas with her," Jase asked.

Nancy made a frustrated noise, thinking about how scatterbrained her youngest was. She was just about to go looking for Sadie's sleepwear when the bedroom door opened, and Sadie stepped in, carrying her clothes. She was completely naked.

"Next!" Sadie said happily, unashamedly clutching her shorts, tee, and underwear in her hands before raising those hands above her head and pirouetting in the doorway to show off her young, almost completely developed body to her family.

There were a few moments when all four mouths hung open at the sight of Sadie with her wispy blonde pubic hair drawing attention to, more than hiding, inner labia that showed past her outer labia and lemon-sized breasts with prominent areolas topped by hard little nipples on a young athletic body.

"This is SO cool, mom! I can't wait to get to the pool tomorrow," Sadie squealed in delight, missing the stunned expressions on her family members' faces.

Nancy finally found her voice. "Sadie! What are you doing naked?!"

"This is a nudist colony, mom! I've always wanted to stay at one. I can hardly believe you're okay with it, but thank you! I am so going to make the most of it while we're here. No clothes for me!"

Nancy's next words were going to be a no-nonsense instruction for Sadie to get dressed, but her daughter's obvious excitement and praise for her being the 'cool' mom for once stopped her on a dime.

"Your brother and sister don't want to see you naked, Sadie. Doesn't it bother you that your father is seeing more of you than he has since you were a toddler?"

"Why?"

Sadie's one-word question caused Nancy to pause again. Why indeed? If Nancy couldn't trust Dennis or Jase around Sadie, what was she saying about her husband and son's character?

"It just might make them uncomfortable, Sadie. You should have at least asked them both before you went full Monty on them."

"What's a Monty?" Sadie asked, finally catching onto her mom's disapproval and settling down.

Instead of answering, Nancy studied her daughter carefully, trying to decide if Sadie had stripped naked just to shock her family. She finally decided Sadie was genuinely unconcerned about being naked in front of them all, even her brother and father.

"You're sure you want to do this?" Nancy asked, unable to bring herself to ask the question she really wanted to ask. Was Sadie sure she didn't mind a bunch of perverted men looking at her perfect little naked body?

"Oh yeah! I get naked in my room at home all the time. It's just so… I dunno, so naughty? No, that's not the word. But it's better than being dressed, anyway. I can feel so much… more… without clothes. You're the best mom ever, mom!"

"And you're sure you don't mind being naked where your father and brother can see?" Nancy was already almost convinced Sadie really just didn't care.

"No one's gonna care about me, mom. Look at Grammy. She's got PIERCINGS!"

"I saw that, Sadie. But…" Nancy's voice trailed off. Her daughter wanted to be naked at a nudist resort.

She had a hard time processing the idea, even with her daughter naked and unconcerned in front of her eyes, but she was really too tired to assert her authority right then. Tomorrow was another day, and she'd decide what the family was going to do then.

"Jase hit the bathroom. Are you planning to come back naked too?" The question was said more as a joke than anything else. She didn't for a moment think he'd really consider it.

"Ahh, that would be a big negatory, Chief," Jase laughed, shaking his head in bewilderment, still looking at his little sister - not with lust, so much as disbelief.

"Good. Now hurry up. You can't unsee your sister, but you don't have to stare."

Jason hadn't realized he'd hardly blinked sone his sister had made her naked entrance. He shook his head and averted his gaze.

"Right. Sure. Be right back," he said. Sadie moved out of the doorway so he could get by her. She had almost a smirk on her face, seeing her big brother act so timid around her.

Sadie had never thought of being naked as empowering until that moment. Until then, her brother had treated her almost as a non-person. She knew he was generally shy around strangers, but he'd never been shy around her until now. Now, she realized, he couldn't even meet her eyes. Interesting.

Jase took longer in the bathroom than Sadie had, which was a surprise to Nancy. Usually, he half-assed brushing his teeth, and she had to almost watch him brush them to ensure they were brushed correctly. This time she was almost ready to go hunt him down. He was taking so long. Then he returned, wearing his pajamas.

What only Jase knew was that he'd masturbated in the bathroom, too, thinking of his sister's perfect butt.

He'd never paid any attention to her in that way before - he'd never had any reason to. She was just his kid sister, not worth a thought at all.

Even when she would wear shorts or a swimsuit, he hadn't paid her any mind. She was his sister. Seeing her naked like that, though… he'd been unable to leave the bathroom WITHOUT jacking off.

He would never have gotten his erection to go down, and since he never wore undies under his pajamas, there would have been no hiding it. He normally went to Twitter or Motherless dot com and found a picture or video that he fancied and busted his nut – no fuss, no muss.

This time, he couldn’t stop his thoughts of his sister's butt. Her impish giggle had been so mischievous and natural that it almost felt like it reminded him of an OnlyFans performer when they pretended to be naughty in order to entice you to subscribe to them.

He felt guilty that he was stroking it to thoughts of her widely spread developing titties. He'd never seen pictures of tits quite like hers were in real life with their puffy areolas. It wasn’t just the tits. He noticed the wide separation between them right away and the way they naturally curved and jiggled.

Then there was Sadie’s bubble butt! Sadie hadn’t tried to cover herself at all, and when she hopped into her bed next to Katie, her ass had rippled – it hadn’t just jiggled or bounced. The cheeks clapped back and forth like small waves breaking in the ocean. He couldn’t get it out of his head!

The tingle and sensation of knowing he was going to orgasm came. He wanted to quickly find something else to nut to, but it was too late. He shot his load directly into his hand. He quickly washed that off in the sink as the horny thoughts faded.


When he got back to the bedroom, he was careful to not even peek at Sadie lest he sprouted wood again.

Nancy instructed him straight into the bed he would be expected to share with her and his dad. He couldn't even lay on his back, his preferred sleeping position. He had to sleep on his left side, plastered against the wall.

His mom climbed in behind him after she and his dad had used the bathroom. Katie had zonked out in her clothes and was snoring next to her naked sister. Dennis was the last to turn off the light. He crawled into bed and tried to get comfortable, spooning tightly with his wife.

He was too tired to think about everything he had seen today. They’d deal with it in the morning and do what was best for everyone. Unfortunately, he just couldn’t get to sleep. He turned and fidgeted with the covers, but there simply was not enough room for three people in the bed.

Dennis decided that he’d rather spend an uncomfortable night on the floor. At least then, his wife would have a little more room. She was sandwiched between her son and husband and having a hard time getting adjusted as well.

His family drifted to sleep, more from exhaustion than comfort. This was not the vacation he wanted to have.

He eased out of the bed and into the carpeted gap between the beds. At least he could sleep on his back on the floor, he reasoned. He’d make other arrangements tomorrow – for now, precious sleep beckoned.


Dennis wouldn’t make his son get out of bed and take his place just to ease his own comfort. That was something his own father might have done in the same circumstances but not Dennis.

He then promptly fell asleep himself. Dennis awoke in a very dark bedroom, looking up at a shadowy pair of naked legs straddling his head.

"Sorry, daddy, I almost stepped on your face," Sadie giggled in the dark. "Gotta pee!"

Only then did Dennis realize he was looking straight up between his own daughter's thighs and seeing her teenaged pussy from a unique angle.

Fred and Edith were early risers. There was already the smell of scrambled eggs and bacon on the stove.

When Nancy awoke, she recognized the unmistakable smell of her mother’s cooking. Edith was fantastic in the kitchen. The only other family member that was fully awake was Sadie. She was lying on top of her covers with her legs spread open in a very exposed position while clipping her toenails. Sadie thought nothing of how exposed she was as she stretched her leg up to her chest in order to finish.

“Sadie!!” Nancy chided her.

“What? It’s nothing I wouldn’t do in a bikini! Chillax, Mom!”

Nancy noted that her son and husband were sound asleep anyway, and even if they were, they would not have been at the right angle to see her daughter’s nether regions. “Just do it more like a lady or go in the bathroom to do that, please.”

The next thing that Nancy did when she awoke was got on the phone with a few hotels. The prices for nearby Hotels in Orlando were well out of their price range.

Katie was up next. She groaned when she saw her sister’s nude body next to hers and rolled back over, face down in the bed.

Dennis awoke to a sore back and a hard dick. He had been having erection problems as men often do around his age, and now he had a perfectly good boner and no way to use it.

“Did you fall out of the bed?” Nancy asked him playfully while waiting on hold for a price from the hotel chain that she knew she wasn’t going to be able to afford.

“No, I slept on the floor. There wasn’t enough room for the three of us,” he said as he heard bones creak and rubbed his sore muscles.

“I am sorry, Honey. You should have told me. I could have slept on the sofa in the living room or something,” she offered sweetly. She was pleased he had sacrificed his comfort but didn’t feel it was necessary.

The sofa would have been a logical choice last night. Dennis was simply too tired to think straight when he plopped on the floor. “No, it’s fine,” he said. He hated the fact that he couldn’t shake the thought of Sadie standing him over last night, giggling when she stepped out of bed. For a split second, he had been able to see her folded pussy lips parted as if they were blowing him a kiss, and that was all he could imagine.

“If we stay here, I’ll make a pallet on the floor and sleep here,” he decided. He didn’t want to think about his reasons, including the possibility of that exciting moment happening a second time.

“IF we stay here? You don’t mean you are willing to stay at a nudist colony, do you? With the kids?”

“I do not know how we got to this point without knowing about Edith and Fred,” Dennis assumed that they would have told them that very important detail. “We are here now, and we may have to just make the best of it. I never thought we’d cut the vacation early, so it didn’t seem like much of a risk not to be able to change the Itickets to an earlier date. If you are on the phone with hotels, you are going to find anything under 300 dollars a night. It’s the end of the school year, and we are about 20 miles from Disney World, Honey.”

Jase was the last of the family to wake up. He was instantly terrified. He had a bad case of morning wood – the kind that was SUPER noticeable in his pajamas. He had his own room back home, and that would normally never be a problem for him. His mother was just inches away, and if she looked over, there would be no mistaking the tent in his pajama pants.

He was thankful she was facing his father and not him. He had been sleeping pushed up against the wall, but now he was lying flat on his back. He assumed his mother hadn’t noticed simply because she hadn’t shrieked and freaked out about it.

He adjusted the blankets so that they covered his boner.

“Oh, good morning, Jase,” his mother said sweetly when she heard the ruffling behind her. “Sleep okay, honey?”

“Yeah,” he replied while trying to suppress his guilty expression. If his mom noticed, she didn’t let on.

“I slept really hard. What about you?”

He nearly choked when his mother asked him the question. She obviously meant she slept deeply, but his mind clearly went to sleep with an erection. “Hey, what if we pick one of those cheap motels on Orange Blossom Trail near the airport? A few of them looked open?”

“The one with prostitutes and hookers?” Katie scrunched her nose in disgust. She turned again and sat up.

“Yeah, we could earn the cost of our room every night!” Sadie joked and made a cute face.

Jase stretched, checked his phone, and dashed to the bathroom to rub one out. He had adjusted his cock in his pajama bottoms to hide it and dashed so quickly that he hoped no one would notice. He planned to get off to some porn of a nameless stranger. He felt that might assuage his guilt about jerking off to thoughts of his sister. Her sweet giggles about being a prostitute – even though it was clearly made in jest had only made him think dirty thoughts.

“Don’t hog the bathroom!” Katie yelled at her brother as he fled. The two of them frequently battled over long bathroom sessions. Jase spent a lot of time masturbating, and his sister spent a lot of time preening in the mirror and applying her makeup.

Sadie was the next one out of bed. She bent over without intending to expose herself, but her parents and sister saw her puckered asshole as she reached for her toothbrush.

“Sadie!!” Nancy called out a warning.

Dennis pretended he hadn’t just seen the back of his daughter’s labia and her tight little ass in a fully lit room.

“What? Oh, sorry!” Sadie acknowledged that she realized her positioning was unladylike but didn’t blush. She rotated around the luggage and bent over, facing the door to continue rummaging through her suitcase.

“I’ll take things you can never unsee for 100, Alex,” Katie quipped with a parody of a category from the TV game show Jeopardy.

“What? It’s just you and mom and dad, and I’ve changed in front of you plenty of times,” Sadie shrugged like it was no big deal.

“Let’s get some breakfast. We’ll have to take turns in the bathroom anyway,” Nancy hopped out of bed. She was wearing a lacey nightgown that came down to her knees that were in no way provocative.

Katie was already dressed. She called next to the bathroom and followed her mother into the kitchen. Nancy called for Dennis. He said he wanted to just lay that for a minute and feigned exhaustion. Nancy let him rest on the floor. His real reason was his boner had only stiffened when he saw his daughter from behind.

There was quiet in the bedroom.

“I know what you are doing, Daddy,” Sadie smiled impishly as she squatted down at her luggage. She kept her knees close enough together that just the hint of her clam-shaped pussy was visible.

“Oh?” guilt welled up inside him.

“Yeah, you are trying to act like you can’t afford to go anywhere else, but you want to be here. You were so excited about canoes and all the outdoors last night. You can’t fool me, Dad.”

“Oh..yeah,” he said as he breathed a sigh of relief. He tried to think about baseball as hard as he could to make his horny thoughts go away.

“I have to admit that I didn’t think I’d like it here when we arrived. It’s so liberating to go without clothes, though! I never thought there was a place where everybody just went naked. It’s too bad you can’t do that everywhere. You should try it!”

“I do not think that is a good idea,” Dennis was thankful he had a small blanket covering his lap, or his daughter would see his erect penis through his pajama bottoms.

“Why not? Everyone else that lives here does it!” Sadie countered. Without thinking, she inserted the handle of one of her brushes into her mouth. She meant nothing sexual by it. Sadie had a habit of putting pens, markers, and brushes in her mouth and sucking the tips like they were Lollipops. She removed it to suggest that it’d really blow the rest of the family's mind if he walked out nude as well.

“I do not think that would be a good idea,” he was having a hard time breathing. It felt like he had to hold his breath. It wasn’t a health issue – Dennis was just massively uncomfortable with the thoughts he was having about his teenage daughter.

“Oh, C’mon, Daddy! I’d do ANY thing to stay here,” Sadie was probably too young to realize how suggestive her words sounded. “If you go out there completely naked, it will send a sign to the others that you are comfortable with nudity. Please???”

[EddieDavidson]

This is the second bit, again it's not well formed, and I may have to go back and drastically edit.


Dennis had a hard time processing thoughts he’d literally never felt about either of his daughters. He wasn’t sure what to say.

Sadie dropped the brush back into her luggage and took and applied some lipstick. She slowly rolled it out of the case. The tip looked exactly like a small bright red penis to Dennis. She applied it to her lips, and then she noticed her dad watching her intently. She flicked her ups and said, “Don’t watch me while I apply my make-up!! It’s making me nervous!” she giggled.

Dennis decided that it was worth it to flee the room, even if his daughter caught a glimpse of his hard pecker. He dashed out and banged on the door of the bathroom.

“Occupied,” Jase insisted. He needed time to finish pounding one out. He had given up on not thinking about his sister and was mid-way through reaching orgasm. He had compromised with himself. He had chosen not to think about his sister, and he had stuck with it. Jase couldn’t get his grandmother's piercings out of his mind. She had hoops in her tits last night, and a diamond stud in what appeared to be the very center of her pussy through her clit. She had been so casual about it that it turned him on. He felt little guilt about that because he’d never met the older woman before and felt less like that was taboo.

Meanwhile, Edith was happily serving up her special biscuits and red-eye gravy that she made with fresh coffee. Edith had whipped up pancakes and sausage to go with it.

Her husband was sitting on a white towel on one of the barstools. “I hope I do not have to wait another 15 years for you to visit us to get your mother to cook me a breakfast like this again,” he joked gruffly.

Nancy didn’t want to seem impolite. Her father seemed to have the same brusque manner about him. The reality was that Fred wasn’t as wound tightly as he was when she was growing up. He was retired now and had all the time in the world.

That came with another form of stress for someone like him. He felt he had been born to work and to be useful as a breadwinner, a worker, and a husband. He spent most of his time on improvement projects around the trailer to keep himself from being idle now. He had installed solar, a new water heater, added new vinyl siding, re-roofed the house twice, built and upgraded his deck numerous times, and most of these projects he completed by himself just to keep himself from feeling useless.

Now that his daughter was there, he was actually ecstatic. He just didn’t know how to express that to them. Instead, he gruffly said, “Take your clothes off, stay a while,” and took a drink of his coffee.

“I do not think so,” Nancy replied politely. She was happy to be here, but she didn’t want to join into the nudity. She didn’t see the point, and she felt it would be humiliating. She equated nudity with one thing, and one thing only = sex.

“Morning, Dennis,” Edith welcomed her son-in-law to the table. “How do you take your coffee?”

“Black,” Dennis muttered as he sat down and pushed his seat way under the table in case he got another uncomfortable boner.

“That’s just how Edith likes it,” Fred stated flatly.

“Fred,” Edith chided her husband. “Would you be nice, please?”

“I am always nice until it’s time not to be nice,” Fred said.

“That’s a quote from the Movie Roadhouse!” Dennis recognized a famous line spoken by Patrick Swayze in the movie after his first introduction as the Cooler for the Double Deuce.

Fred had no idea what he was talking about. He’d been using that phrase since before Dennis was born. Dennis had been in the military, and they stationed him in Utah at Hill Air Force Base. He was a former MP, and it was something he had picked up while serving.

Dennis rubbed Fred wrong. Fred wasn’t the trusting type, and he didn’t let people get close to him easily. He had a small circle of what he considered friends, and he didn’t let new people in because he didn’t see much of a reason to do so. He hadn’t seen Fred in 15 years, and he still thought of him as “Nancy’s Boyfriend.”

Jase reluctantly came out of the bathroom and offered it to his father. Dennis’s boner had subsided, and he said he didn’t need it any longer. Katie was more than happy to get some bathroom time next.

Jase remarked how the Wi-Fi at the resort was remarkably fast. He asked if they had an Alexa or a Google Home. “We can put on a little music for breakfast?”

“We have a Fred Home, and it has a record player. It has Hi-Fi or Wi-Fi,” Fred said. Jase had never heard the term Hi-Fi and assumed that it was some early Internet protocol that pre-dated 5G. Jase started rifling through the records in the corner of the room by the old stereo system. Fred had bought it at an actual stereo store back in the 1970s and saw no reason to replace the cabinet-sized system. The records were from a different era, and the boy didn’t recognize any of the artists.

Dennis’s son was in awe of the stereo as an antique, which only served to rub Fred the wrong way. He didn’t like thinking of himself as old and antiquated. “The reason there is an old way of doing things is because it worked,” Fred said. "They didn't keep ways that didn't and pass them down."

“I didn’t mean to offend, Grandpa,” Jase said.

Fred’s heart secretly melted. He gripped his coffee cup tightly. He had never heard anyone call him Grandpa before, and he wasn’t prepared for the wave of emotion that followed. He still remembered the first day he became a father and every time he held one of his children for the first time in his arms. He noted that as the best days of his life even if he never told anyone.

He felt this compulsion to be a father and to provide and protect them the moment he picked up the baby. Now, seeing Nancy’s son sitting there looking at the old pile of records, he felt a new connection. This was HIS grandson, the product of HIS child, and in some way he would live on through Jase.

He could have cried as that realization dawned upon him. He took a sip of coffee and pushed those emotions down a bit. Stood up and walked over to the stereo, and began to show Jase how it worked. “This is the equalizer. You can use that to adjust audio output so that certain frequencies are emphasized over others,” he began to explain while Jase listened in awe.

The technology may have been old, but it was all new to Jase. His devices automatically handled equalizing sound for optimal performance, but he admired how the equalizer allowed for precise control.

Sweet Sadie skipped down the hallway, tits bouncing, ass jiggling. She had applied her make-up and looked absolutely beautiful.

“Oh my, you look stunning,” Edith remarked when she saw her youngest grandchild. She was thrilled that at least one of Nancy’s family had embraced naturism. She wasn’t going to push it on any of them.

She hadn’t taken to it right away, either.

“I thought I’d look my best if you are going to introduce us to all of your friends!”

“I am not sure your mother and father are interested in staying. I think we should probably discuss it after breakfast,” Edith glanced at Nancy to let her know from her expression that she would accept whatever choice her daughter made.

Nancy wasn’t sure how to respond. She didn’t have a lot of options at the moment, and she was in a house with her naked parents. It made her feel uncomfortable, but at least one of her kids clearly had no problem with it.

Nancy probably had the most hang-ups about nudity of the entire family. She knew that, on some level she was justifying wanting to leave under the auspices of it making the others uncomfortable so that she didn’t have to admit to herself just how uncomfortable she felt. She was thankful that Katie would probably continue to complain about it.

“Sadie, Dear,” Edith replied sweetly when her granddaughter sat down on one of the bar stools. “It’s proper etiquette when nude to sit on a towel.”

Edith had fluffy white folded towels for visitors stacked neatly on a cabinet for just such occasions.

“Oh!!” Sadie was naïve, but she instantly knew why she needed a towel. Her pussy was wet, and she couldn’t help it. She had summoned the courage last night to just strip down and come into the bedroom naked. It was kind of a spontaneous dare that she gave herself. She gave herself dares often to help her get over her natural introversion.

Sadie seemed bubbly and silly at times, but that was well-practiced behavior as well. She also loved sitting down with a good book and reading. One of the reasons she didn’t tell anyone she liked being nude in her room was that it was a dare as well.

At first, Sadie dared herself to sit naked for 15 minutes with her door unlocked. She felt excited by the possibility someone might walk in and catch her. She’d have been mortified if anyone did. When no one caught her, she kept upping the ante and eventually started reading, doing homework, even masturbating fully nude on the floor in her room with her door slightly ajar.

She had never wanted to be caught. It was always the prospect of being caught that turned her on.

Last night, she had dared herself to walk into the bedroom with the thought that her mother would force her to get dressed. That would have been good enough. She made a deal with herself that if she didn’t, she’d just go with it! Now, she was having a great time, and it was all out in the open. It was blowing her mind and her little pussy was dripping like a sieve – and she felt nobody could tell she was secretly horny as well.

She was almost 14, and she had desires, fantasies, sexual thoughts. She wasn’t sure that running around naked qualified as sexual thoughts – but it was exciting. She saw this as a huge adventure and not something to be ashamed of. At the same time, she wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t realize that the others were having a harder time than she was with it.

Sadie also had an oral fixation which is why she was twirling the tip of her fork in her mouth while she sat at the table.

“Katie, are you almost done in there?” Dennis yelled down the hallway.

“Dennis, is your stomach okay?” Nancy was oblivious to what her daughter was thinking about.

“Grandma, I love your piercings!” Sadie noticed that her grandmother was wearing slightly different ones this morning. She wore smaller hoops, and a faux-diamond body chain around her hips that dipped down to her pussy lips and partially obscured it.

“Well, thank you! Out here in the cove, almost all the ladies wear body jewelry. It’s one way to distinguish us since we all have the same parts,” she smiled.

“Oh, I am sure each woman has different shaped parts,” Dennis looked down into his coffee. Nancy glared at him for mentioning the fact that women came in all shapes and sizes. It was universally known, but it sounded to Nancy like he was making some sort of naughty joke and that made her uncomfortable.

“Yes, big boobs, medium-sized, little boobs, big butts like mine,” Edith turned around and wiggled her bottom gently like a duck brushing off water as it left the lake. It was a very non-sexual and playful sort of comment.

“You’ve got a booty like mine,” Sadie stood up and bounced her butt, shaking and clapping it to show off. It was another of her little dares to herself to dance at the table.

“No, Dear,” Edith offered sweetly. “You inherited a booty like mine,” she corrected with a wry grin. Sadie instantly felt a connection to Edith as a kindred spirit. Edith seemed sweet, wise and very open-minded.

It was a far cry from how Nancy remembered her mother. When Edith was Nancy’s age, she was raising kids as an Air Force NCO’s wife on a base, and she seemed much more uptight.

Edith was raised in a different time when sexuality was kept hidden and not spoken about in open conversation. She had to seem like that around her kids back then. Over the years at Cypress Cove, she had relaxed and been much happier for it.

“Hey, DJ,” Sadie called over her shoulder to her brother. “Play Booty, Booty, Booty, Rocking everywhere!”

“I do not think we have anything before 1984 in this pile,” Jase was flipping through albums from bands with names he had never heard of, like the Swinging Medallions and the Everly Brothers. Fred had an equal amount of country albums from the original Hank Williams and

“Play something me and grandma can dance too!”

“Oh, I couldn’t. I’ve got more food to cook and dishes to wash….” Edith was half way through protesting when a song she just couldn’t resist dancing to came on. She loved that song and knew that her husband hand picked it, especially for her.

“Bown-Down-Nown-Down-Nowt,” the bass line kicked in. The dulcet tones of Mel McDaniel’s voice came crackling across that old home stereo as loud as it could go. “Down on the corner by the traffic light.”

Edith’s smile was infectious. She stopped futzing in the kitchen and reached her hand out to her granddaughter. Sadie took her grandmother’s hand without knowing what was going to happen, and the two met in the middle of the kitchen. It was spontaneous and exactly the kind of thing that nobody expected this morning.

“Everybody's lookin' as she goes by…”

The old country song was snappy and had a great beat to dance to. Even Nancy cracked a smile, and she had been frowning this entire time.

Edith led Sadie and danced her lightly into a spinning turn. Sadie only had to follow her grandma’s lead and sway her hips and bounce her knees. It wasn’t the wild, butt-clapping dance she had asked for, but it was fun and the two giggled and lost themselves in the beat.

“They turn their heads, and they watch her 'til she's gone…Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on!”

The Olsen family reached the conclusion after Sadie’s dance with her grandmother that they were not going anywhere. It didn’t stop them from trying. Nancy made phone calls to every hotel nearby and even briefly considered some of those run-down old tourist trap motels on Orange Blossom Trails that they passed on the way to visit her parents.

When Katie stepped out of the bathroom, she’d been the only one to miss the heartwarming dance. It gnawed at her that her sister received so much attention and was allowed to go nude around the house. She felt that Sadie was getting doted on and she was not and that just burned her – not enough to join in the fun. She sulked and focused on her cell phone.

“It’s a clothing OPTIONAL” community,” Fred made it very clear that no one would be forced not to wear clothes. “There are two pools; the old pool was built back in 1964 when the place opened and one of them is the only place where nudity is required. They say it’s because of the soap used to wash swimwear got into the filters. I think the original owner just built this place for nudists and wanted it only for nudists. The other pool is way more relaxing anyway, and you kids will enjoy in suits if you really want to wear them.”

It was the most Fred had said to anyone in a long time. He pointed to a book on the naturist lifestyle that had been sitting on the coffee table in the living room. “if you want to know more just ask, but it’s all here in this book. The etiquette, the philosophy, and all that stuff.”

“Wow, they wrote a book on the subject, Grandpa?” Jase started leafing through it. He noted that there were American Nudist Association Parks in every state of the country.

“They wrote quite a few. There is a library down at the pool,” he said.

“A library? Sounds fun,” Katie replied sarcastically. “What else is there? A Proctologist? I can not think of a worse place to visit on vacation.”

“Sadie, you may look like your great Aunt Sadie, but Katie sure does sound like her sometimes,” Edith covered her laughter. She explained that there was also a restaurant, playground, TWO hot tubs, one covered and one not, a hair stylist, a gym, a massage therapist, an activity center and a clothing store at the pool.”

“Why would nudists need clothes, Grandma?” Sadie asked politely. She was sitting with her legs apart and not thinking about the fact that her pussy lips were parted, and her pronounced clit was sticking up a little.

“Well, we wear clothes! Flip flops, hats. You do not have to be fully nude all the time, and even if you do, you may want a souvenir like a t-shirt or something to bring back home,” Edith smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, I really want my friends to know about the time I went to the nakey place down in Florida,” Katie said sarcastically.

“I know you are having a hard time accepting where you are, and I am sorry you are uncomfortable,” Edith said sweetly to Katie. “I can tolerate a certain amount of snark. Your mother certainly pushed my limits there when she was your age.”

Nancy blushed. She didn’t remember it that way. She remembered her mom being far more strict than she was now.

“I am not going to let you here and be a gloomy gus though and ruin my day. I am going to the pool. I’d love to show you off to my friends. I am so proud to have all of you here and excited for them to meet you. If you want to stay here and piss and moan about this and that, then so be it. This train is leaving in 15. Be naked or wear a swimsuit, but always wear sunscreen.”

Nancy felt obligated to set the tone. She felt partially responsible for Katie’s sarcasm and reluctance. Surprisingly, she was the first one of the family after Sadie to get naked. It wasn’t an easy decision. She wasn’t sure how it would be received and she wasn’t particularly happy with her body. She was 40, and she had a decent body for her age – but she was self-conscious.

She surprised everyone by walking out of the bathroom in the nude. “Okay, I am ready to go,” she said. Her strawberry nipples were semi-erect partially because she had just showered, and partially because she was nervous that everyone would laugh at her.

They didn’t though. They were stunned.

“Nobody is going to judge your body at the pool. You will see all shapes, sizes, big and small. It’s important not to stare, but skin is skin, Nancy. There is no difference between the skin on your boobs than that of your elbow and you expose that all the time, Just relax.”

Nancy sat on a towel and waited for the others.

Dennis was next. If Nancy was going to do it, he would as well. He had to masturbate himself once in the bathroom before he was ready to come out. It worked. He couldn’t get his dick hard right after a wank if he tried. That would last him several hours. He wasn’t concerned if people saw him naked at all. Dennis had a classic “Dad Bod.”

He wasn’t out of shape, but he wasn’t IN shape either. He did, however have a very tiny penis. He had never compared them to other men, and he didn’t make a habit of looking at any porn that involved men. He assumed that guy’s with big cocks in porn that he saw were the exception – freaks of nature.

After he masturbated, his cock receded into his bushy pubic hair and measured little over 2 inches in length. No one in the family looked though and certainly no one laughed.

He had the same amount of trepidation about this as his wife. He wasn’t sure if the kids would freak out, but his biggest unspoken fear was that he would pop a boner around his family.

Jase was the next one to get naked. It didn’t take him long to make the decision once he saw that his parents were doing it. He undressed in the living room after his dad walked out of the bathroom. Jase was almost 16 and even though he had masturbated this morning he was already partially hard again.

No one said anything about his semi-erect penis dangling between his legs.

“Well, Katie, it’s down to you?” Jase smiled.

Katie rolled her eyes and conceded to wear a bikini to the swimming pool.

“I can assure you, people will not look twice at a naked body at the pool, but everyone will stare at you if you are wearing clothes at the pool,” Fred warned her. Katie didn’t care – she wasn’t going to compromise her principles and stand around naked with a bunch of old farts and her own family. It just wasn’t in the cards.

Fred stayed back at home. He and his best friend Lewis sat outside on the deck and enjoyed the sunshine and solitude. Lewis didn’t say much and that’s why Fred considered him a best friend. Lewis didn’t talk much because he was a Pitbull/Rottweiler mix

Fred had built the dog a free-standing dog house that was more like a shed with it’s own air conditioning unit, and a fenced in area so Lewis could freely go through the doggie door and sit outside in the sun.

Edith was over the moon as she led the family through the park. She pointed out the people who lived in the various trailers that she’s met. Many of them also had flamingo or pineapple decorations conspicuously placed on their manufactured homes. “That’s Maven’s trailer! You’ll like her. She’s a peach” or “That’s Jessie and Darlene. They are from Quebec, only down here six months out of the year. Can you imagine being rich enough to do that?”

She also shared with them the benefits of nudism, and some of the rules and customs. “Nobody is a stranger here. I assure you, everyone is really friendly. Don’t worry about anything!”

The pool area was already busy when they arrived. “Check it out, Mom! The restaurant’s name is Cheeks,” Jase laughed as they walked in to the fenced in compound centered around two pools in the center of Cypress Cove.

The restaurant was screened in, served bar food, had a pool table, a dart board, and seemed like any normal restaurant – except all the patrons and some of the staff were naked. The name was a little risque,’ but it fit the motif of the place.


There were two pools to choose from. The “Old” pool that Fred said was not clothing optional. There were about a dozen old people that looked like extras from the set of cocoon milling around slowly there. It looked boring and there was no music playing. They were floating around on pool noodles and seemingly enjoying the relaxed pace and the sunshine.

Then there was the “new” pool. A spacious pool with a rock garden and multiple water fools.
Jimmy Buffet was playing on the stereo system. People were laughing, kids were playing, looked like fun -everyone was naked.

There were plenty of cabana style pavilions that offered shade for tables, and lots of lounge chairs. The family had to pause for a moment to take it in. There had to be at least 50 or 60 people in the general area around both pools and they were all – every single one of them, completely naked.

Big butts, little butts, big boobs, small boobs, flat chests, saggy tits, fake tits, shaved pussies, hairy pussies, ones with piercings, they were all naked. Jase and Dennis had never seen so many naked females before. It was a little daunting.

Many of the ladies were over 50, but quite a few of those had pretty faces and bleached blonde hair. It was surprising really how many fit that description. There were women of all ages, including a few teenage girls that seemed to be flitting around the pool.

Two girls with British accents that were obviously sisters kept jumping up out of the water and then diving down to touch the bottom. Every time they did, they stuck their bottoms out of the water and wiggled them like ducks when they dive for fish. They thought nothing of their own modesty because they did not see what they were doing as provocative or sexual in any way.

Jase and his father, on the other hand, both had some immediate perverted thoughts about what they saw and hoped that wouldn’t translate into embarrassing erections.

The men were varied in quite the same way. Balding men in their fifties were the majority population. Big fat cocks, balls that hung down low, small dicks, many medium sized dicks, but not a single one was hard.

Nancy was a little puzzled and perhaps pleasantly surprised. She’d expected at least one guy to be aroused. She’d had some dirty thoughts of their own, but they were not erotic fantasies. They were more like erotic nightmares of people fucking out in the open and jerking off in front of her and her daughters.

There was nothing like that going on. People were lying on pool chairs soaking up the sun, drinking cool drinks, socializing and swimming. Smiles – almost everyone there but the Olsens appeared genuinely content and comfortable.

The person who stood out the most was Katie. She had come to the pool with no expectations of what to see, but she assumed what it was – she wouldn’t like it. Imagine her surprise when she saw exactly what Edith and Fred said she would see? – people doing the same things that they would normally do, only naked.

Jase felt uncomfortable standing around. He was having dirty thoughts and he dashed into the pool first after dropping his towel on the warm pool cement. The water was chilly at first, but it was nice once you got used to it.

Sadie was next. She was giggling as she hopped into the water without making a splash. She immediately gravitated to the two British girls and they became fast friends within minutes. The oldest one of the pair was about the same age as Sadie and they were instantly smiling and playing together.

In a way that was a metaphor for what the Olsen’s had experienced. They had dipped their toe into the cold water of their own repressed feelings about nudity. The longer you do that the more agonizing it can be. Jumping in right away, had made it much easier.

Katie on the other hand, still hadn’t shed her clothes and she wouldn’t for another hour or so. She sulked under the shade of a cabana and examined her phone. Her grandmother frequently brought over friends and introduced them. She would look up and politely talk to the person but she had little interest in getting to know anyone.

She had this sinking feeling that people WERE watching her, noticing her and not in a good way. She liked being the center of attention normally. However, Fred had been right that it felt like she didn’t belong a the pool. At first, Katie thought this was a good thing. She didn’t want to belong.

It might have been the growing sense that she felt like the odd-duck out of 60 naked people and all eyes were on her every time she walked to the bathroom. It might have also been she noticed a guy. He was in his late 20’s – normally way too old for her.

However, he was the only good looking guy at the pool. The only time he glanced in Katie’s direction he looked right past her. Despite her earlier reluctance, she decided she’d go topless and see how that felt.

She removed her top and sat in a chair. No one laughed, freaked out, applauded, in fact – no one seemed to care at all. Her mom knew that Katie was getting comfortable in her own way.

By the time that the family finally decided to enjoy lunch at Cheeks, Katie had removed her bikini bottoms. She had been a little nervous about that because she had an overlarge clitoris. She grew a thick bush of pubes to hide it, but the only people who ever saw it were boys she was having sex with, and she didn’t expect them to complain. The beak of her clitoral head poked out like an old man with a tiny roman style nose sniffing through an overgrown dark, curly brown beard.

No one noticed, or if they did, they didn’t say anything.

During lunch, they had some of the best Cheeseburgers they’d ever eaten. Katie insisted on chicken nuggets, which were just as good. Nancy ordered a cocktail, and Dennis had his favorite beer on tap.

People walked up and greeted them while they sat at their table. Almost everyone knew Edith and were pleased to see her. Dennis got the impression people would have come up and introduced themselves anyway. The community seemed excited for new people and didn’t treat them like strangers.

The music playing at the pool was a nice mix of steel drum style reggae, old Beatles tunes, Jimmy Buffet and tropical beach songs – very relaxing. Time seemed to stand still on that warm summer day.

After lunch, Katie remained naked at the pool. She kept waiting for someone to point at her, or stare at her or make her feel uncomfortable. When no one did, she even joined Sadie and hung out with the two younger girls that Sadie had made friends with.

Jase explored the activity center. Big screen TV and some old school X-box and Playstations that were about a decade old. He had some nostalgia for that stuff and he might have hung out there and played a few if this had been a normal community. He had just been curious about it. There were some boys (and a couple girls) his own age in there. He made a note of the place for later and headed back out to the pool.

Nancy shopped with her Mom at the clothing store. It seemed like an oxymoron – a clothing store in a nudist resort? But once she saw what they offered, it made perfect sense.

“Oh mom, look at this cute cover up,” Nancy held up a webbed bikini cover up. It would be worn at the pool before you start swimming. “Too bad, I am not wearing a bikini.”

“Nonsense, it’s perfect. You do not have to wear anything under it,” she said.

Nancy liked that idea. She could be “naked” but not naked when she was out walking around. She had felt like she was streaking when they walked to the pool. She purchased a hat, a new pair of sandals, and a bikini cover up that she could wear as a robe. It was see-through, but it would feel like she had “something” on while she was walking.

The store had cute tumblers, knick-knacks and souvenirs and a plethora of things one might want at a place like this.

After the initial shock of being at the pool wore off, and the family started to relax they were able to hang out together in small groups or go off on their own and explore around the pool. Dennis tried the hot tub but it was WAY too hot for a summer day. He made a mental note to try it after the sun went down.

Katie and her new British friends Milly and Amelia went to the playground. Katie considered herself too old for a playground but not with Milly and Ameila. They slid down slides with their naked butts, swung on swings, and had a good laugh.

It was close to 1pm before the family knew it. Jase had found a “strategic” pool chair as he called it. He was behind a young married couple. The woman had a nice body but kind of an “uggo” face as he called it. He was able to watch her from that chair as she sunbathed. Periodically, she would get up and squat down low to get something out of the cooler. Every time she did, her butt cheeks completely spread apart and he could see her entire asshole.

His strategic chair also gave him a full view of the swimming pool. He could watch the pretty girls, and even the more mature women. There were quite a few ladies in their fifties who had fake titties that were shaped like torpedos, which fascinated him. Even though Milly was his sister’s age, and had a flat chest – he was also intrigued by how completely playful she was and her English accent.

The girl would say charmingly cute things like “You cheeky monkey, are you going to make me dunk you again, Amelia?”

Milly’s mom was a bit tubby, but she was also fun to watch at the pool. When they decided to get out of the water for a bit, they went over to the showers. The showers were located on the OUTSIDE of the women’s bathroom and that was right where Jase’s strategic chair was positioned. He was able to watch Milly and Amelia’s “mum” shower together with them right out in the open. They washed their asses, under their pits, everywhere – right out in the open.

“Wash your dumper, or I’ll wash it for you, Milly!”

“Oh Mum!”

The women seemed blissfully unaware of just how sexy it was to be able to vicariously watch them shower. The playful threat of this pretty girl’s mother washing her buttocks with soap turned him on unexpectedly.

He sprouted a huge boner. Jase had observed many women with stiff and erect nipples that afternoon. He wasn’t sure how many were because they were aroused or they were just made that way. However, he made the mistake of assuming that all nudity was acceptable. It never occurred to him to notice that no other men were sporting wood in the common areas.

Milly’s mom noticed his big cock, and her eyes got wide after her shower. However, she didn’t say anything to the boy. She and her daughters just went back to their table. A few older women noticed as well. One in particular was Edith’s friend Maven.

Maven was six feet tall, about fifty years old, with long straight blonde hair, blue eyes and she was obviously stunning back in her day. She had a long tattoo on one arm, and a few others strategically positioned around her body. Maven wore a perpetual smarmy grin on her face like she was interested in hearing or telling a dirty joke and nothing else except for her piercings.

Unlike Edith’s understated silver hoops, Maven wore big brass colored hoops in her nipples that made them appear prominent. She also had a dangling little chain of faux diamonds hanging from her clit, and a golden hip chain similar to the one Edith wore.

She was walking past Jase to get to the bar to get another Bloody Mary. She noticed his boner immediately. She was impressed by his package, but she simply wagged a finger as if he was being naughty and went to the bar.

Maven must have told Edith because shortly after, his grandmother came to sit with him. “Are you enjoying yourself, Jase?”

“Yes, Grandma!”

“I see that,” she chose her words carefully. This was an awkward conversation. She understood he was a teenage boy with hormones, however – erections at the pool were simply not permitted. There was no “Rule” written anyway. It was an understanding that people simply had and an expectation.

“I need to speak to you about something sensitive and I do not want you to take this the wrong way,” Edith said gingerly. “There are some ladies here that have noticed you have an impressive package.”

Jase swelled with pride and sat up. He made no effort to hide his boner. Edith looked right at the tip. There was some pre-cum dripping out of it.

“Do you see any other men here with erections, Jase?” Edith came right out and said it.

“No, but you said the body was not sexual, and skin is just skin. Skin on a penis is no different from skin on your elbow, right?” he repeated back something he heard his grandmother explain on the way there.

“Yes, and that is true. The sight of your penis is not sexual. However, when it is fully engorged as it is, that makes some people uncomfortable. So you see, that is sort of frowned upon out in the open.”

“What can I do about it, Grandma?”

Edith frowned. Jase wasn’t stupid and she didn’t buy that he didn’t know what he could do about it.

“I think you know how to take care of it. If you don’t, I can help you, but you mustn’t tell your mother. Now, I am going to walk over to the bar and enjoy a Bloody Mary. I am asking you to do something about it in private. There is nothing to be ashamed of, and you aren’t in trouble. You didn’t know any better. However, I hope we don’t have to have this conversation again?”

Edith was unsure if she had been too harsh on Jase. He made a bee-line for the men’s bathroom, found a stall and whacked off into the toilet. It solved his erection problem immediately. The teenage boy was able to return to the pool and leave his dirty thoughts in the bathroom.

That afternoon was magical for the family. It laid a foundation for the days ahead, that they could walk around in peace, and be naked in the open without concerns.

They sat on towels when they were naked in the trailer, or wore clothes. It didn’t matter to Fred and Edith. They generally ate at home, but sometimes even Fred joined them at Cheeks for lunch.

Sadie had a tendency to sit wide-legged so that her pussy lips were spread and her clitoral hood stuck up. She sat leaning forward, which pushed her little bubble butt out and through the window in the back of the barstool.

The resulting position caused her buttocks to naturally spread and just the hint of her pink asshole was visible from behind. Jase and Dennis separately noticed and it made them uncomfortable. Fred had spent over a decade at Cypress Cove and even he found it provocative that a pretty young thing was seated at his table like that. He chalked it up to youthful exuberance.

One day, Dennis decided he’d finally had enough. He was afraid to tell his wife because he’d have to admit that he was having some unnatural thoughts that a father should never tell anyone he has about his daughter.
He asked her to come into their room and closed the doors. Sadie sat down Indian style on the top of the bed. Her clam-shaped pussy lips were fully visible to him from across the bed.
"You can't sit like that, Sadie!"

"Like this?" she opened her legs and now her pink canoe shaped vagina was spread open, as she dangled her pretty feet off the end of the bed and smiled. She was clearly pleased with herself for being able to be this open with her body.

Sighs "Please don't do that!"

"Why? you are my dad. It's not like you can get turned on by me!"
A glance at his daughter drew his eyes directly past her budding breasts with their puffy areolas and hard little nipples, to her blonde pubic area and the pinkish-brown inner lips protruding from her tight little clam-shaped pussy.

"Why don't you move to the side of the bed, Pumpkin and I'll sit on the other bed?" Dennis said, dragging his eyes away from her crotch and focusing on the wall and inch above his daughter's head.

"I'm good, dad," Sadie responded.

"No, really, Sadie. We all decided to go to nude, even your sister. However, none of us sit like you do.
That's what I need to talk to you about. It's inappropriate and it'll get you in trouble if you insist on…" Dennis waved his hand in a circular motion trying to indicate her nudity without saying the words.

"What? We're at a place where it's okay to be naked all the time! It's liberating!”

Instead of moving to the side of the bed as her dad had asked, she simply leaned forward, put her palms on the bed in front of her and swiveled her body to the side so she was facing him without drawing her knees together and closing her legs.

Sadie could tell how uncomfortable her dad was now and she was relishing the power she felt inside. She didn't want to hurt her dad - she loved him - but seeing how uncomfortable he was with her nudity was intoxicating. It was like she had the power to control the conversation. Heady stuff.

"Sadie! Close your damn legs, please!" Dennis growled in frustration. "I do not need to see what my daughter had for breakfast!"

"Dad!" Sadie shot back, if anything lowering her knees even closer to the mattress and opening herself up more. "It's a vagina, dad! Every woman has one and they're not dirty! It's like calling a penis dirty. Gramma has jewelry in hers!"

"That's not what I meant, Sadie. I mean it's inappropriate to… it’s not something a girl your age, who is growing into a young woman should be doing. I know your little British friends do it,” Dennis said. He had seen Milly and Amelia engaging in tumbles, doing somersaults and cartwheels in the nude.


“Milly is basically the same age as me,” Sadie frowned. That was true although Sadie was quite a bit more physically developed compared to her friend. I'm not ashamed of my body, dad. I know I'm not fully grown yet but that doesn't mean I should hide it away. I don't have anything every other woman has. That's what Gramma was saying at breakfast. She had to put jewelry in hers to MAKE hers different. Grampa put a ring around his cock to make HIS look different!"

"Watch your language, young lady, and do as you're told," Dennis corrected his daughter sternly.

"Or what, you'll spank me? Please, dad. I'm nearly fourteen. I'll BE fourteen before the end of Summer."

Dennis didn't know what to make of Sadie. She'd never been like this before. Taking her clothes off seemed to have changed her, made her even more sure of herself or something. Made her more like her mother.

"No I won't spank you, Sadie. I'd never DO that. But I'm your dad and it's just not right for me to be looking at… that," Dennis said nodding towards his daughter's crotch.


Sadie looked over at her father sitting uncomfortably on the bed. She could see that his penis was much smaller than most men at the pool. It didn’t make her freak out – all men had penises. This just happened to her fathers. It was obviously big enough to make her and her siblings so it must have worked just fine.

Sadie's eyes suddenly got large as a thought occurred to her. She wanted to put her thoughts into words but wasn't quite ready to be that assertive with her own father. She wondered if his discomfort had less to do with her, and more to do with his own feelings of inadequacy.

"It's okay dad. Really. No one's going to judge, not here. That's why Gramma and Grampa love it here so much. No one judges."

Dennis resolved to have the conversation another time. He was starting to feel embarrassed that he had brought up the topic. “If you could just maybe sit up when you are on the stool in the kitchen?” he offered in compromise.

Dennis had made several trips for unnecessary things in their room during meals simply to walk by his daughter’s cute little ass. The way it was framed in the window in the stool he could imagine it being locked into place and on display for anyone to do anything they wanted to it – and it excited him and filled him with tremendous shame.

“If I sit up, I’ll be showing my boobies off,” she sat up and touched her nipples, while making a goofy face.

“Just try to sit like your sister and mother?” he sighed.
Breakfast and dinner was served at a restaurant down by the lake. However, Edith loved to cook so the majority of their meals were at home.

After two to three days, the family forgot entirely about finding a hotel. There was lots to do and explore around the campground and Sadie’s new friends were always happy to visit with her.

The sleeping arrangements were a little uncomfortable.

Fred pointed out that a normal hotel room would have 2 twin beds and that should be good enough for any family. “When you were little, it’d be me and Edith in one bed and of your brothers and sisters in the other bed. I do not see what the big deal is.”

The big deal was also sleeping naked.

Dennis had set up a pallet on the floor. Jase offered to swap places with him and sleep on the floor but Dennis stoically refused. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but after that first flash from Sadie he was hoping for another. It was at least a lot more comfortable.

That meant Jase and Nancy shared a bed. Jase slept naked, and at times he popped a boner in the middle of the night. The first night, he spooned his mother and she felt the press of his hard cock against her back. It was quite a bit different in size than her husband.

At first she was horrified. She turned over and realized that Jase was sound asleep. She was surprised a guy could sleep erect – but Jase WAS a teenager. She politely adjusted him so that he would be facing the other direction.

However, at times his butt crack and other body parts bumped her. She slept in her nightgown just to be safe.

Katie had originally intended to sleep in a nightie, but had opted for a short t-shirt that was long enough to cover her pussy hair and not much else. Sadie was 24/7 nude and she wasn’t going to sleep with any clothes at all.

The family fell into a routine in the first couple of days;
• Edith made a delicious breakfast.
• The guys took care of themselves when they needed some relief
• The women did as well, they were all very discreet.
• The family had a leisurely amount of time to get ready and head to the pool.
• They’d have lunch at home or at Cheeks.
• Then in the evening, they’d head back to the trailer and hang out with Nancy’s parents.
• Fred often kept to himself with puttering around with projects or sitting on the deck.

A few days later..

"Maven wants to have sex with you, Jase."

"What? No!" Jase replied, turning red.

The pair of them were sitting alone on their grandparents porch, sipping on lemonade. Everyone else had gone grocery shopping but they hadn't wanted to. Jase was planning to spend some time with the antique Xbox and Playstation consoles he'd stumbled across.

Both were naked.

Katie hadn't been looking at her brother when she'd said it, instead gazing out over the yard, content to relax. It was something Katie hadn't done much of in the last couple of years.

Her words had been a very casual comment akin to, 'nice weather'. Now she looked at him, saw his cheeks blush and out of the corner of her eye, saw his cock twitch.

"You knew!" She accused him with a laugh. It wasn't like Maven had been subtle showing her interest.

"No, I didn't! She's just a nice lady!"

"Yeah, right." Katie agreed. She too thought that Maven was a nice older woman. "But with enough hardware connected to her sexy parts to open a store. I see the way you look at her. You wanna play with her piercings."

"I'm… fascinated by them, I guess," Jase admitted.

"I think I'm going to hook you two up," Katie announced after a pause, as if she was announcing a decision she'd carefully considered. "Ever fucked anyone Gramma's age?"

"Katie! Jeez. What's gotten into you today?" Jase asked, but his cock was warming to the uncomfortable topic of conversation by getting harder.

"Oh come on, bro. You've thought about it at least. I've seen the way you look at her. And your cock certainly doesn't seem to mind us talking about it!" Katie laughed.

Jase' hand went to his crotch to partially cover his quickly growing erection, suddenly shy that he had gotten hard, especially near his sister. He hadn't forgotten what his Gramma had said at the pool.

"That's not fair, Katie," Jase grumped, still blushing.

"Look, it's okay, okay? You're a boy. Your dick gets hard and you can't help it. I'm just looking at options here," Katie assured Jase.

"Options? What do you mean, options?" Jase was still uncomfortable, but his sister's comment had piqued his interest.

"I dunno really. I thought it'd be cool to loan you out to her. Just for an hour maybe. I bet she's a freak in bed."

"What? You can't LOAN me! You don't own me!"

"Chill, Jase. Think of it like this. I know you're shy. All you'd have to do is turn up at her door. I'd take care of the rest. Maven would know you're there to fuck her and so would you. You do the deed and report back to me. easy-peasy."

"Why?" Jase gulped, thinking of how easy it'd be to do just what his sister said.

He was shy and he knew it. It's why he was still a virgin. He didn't have 'game' like some of the other kids his age at school did.

"I just think it'd be fun to pull your strings and have you perform for me. Maven today, some other needy chick tomorrow. I give you the word and you do what you're told. It's about power," Katie was very up front about her motivation.

"Well what if I don't want to get with who you choose?" Jase asked the obvious question, setting aside the fact that his sister would be effectively pimping him out.

"Oh come on, Jase, really? Female, pussy, that's a guy's criteria. Anything else is about having a long term relationship and we're not here long enough for one of those. Tell you what. You perform for who I match you up with and I'll see about rewarding you with some young pussy too."

"You'd do that?" It came out of Jase like enthusiasm instead of disbelief that they were actually having such a conversation at all.

"Yeah, sure. But you gotta do exactly what you're told. No arguments, no refusals. Deal?" Katie was openly studying her brother now, her own excitement high.

His cock was rock hard and his hand was no longer attempting to cover it. His fingers were actually twitching as if he wanted to grab his cock and begin pumping it.

"Okaaaay," Jase slowly agreed, seeing no downside to the idea of losing his virginity to a woman his sister picked.

Katie decided she wanted to test her idea.

"You'll do whatever I tell you to? If I send you to a woman with instructions to learn how to eat pussy, she'll already know that's what you're there for. You can't try to fuck her unless she invites you to. Are you good with that?"

"Sure!" Jase couldn't imagine a better deal.

"Okay, and if I tell you that you're only going there to jerk off for her, that's okay too?"
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Jase wasn't completely convinced he could do that. Just let a girl watch him jerk off. He'd never done that with someone watching, before. But if it was a girl…

"Umm… I guess."

"You don't sound like you mean it, Jase. Some girls just want to see a guy whack it. They don't want to touch it or have him slip it into them. You have to be sure, bro. Can you keep your dirty paws off them if it's just an appointment to let them watch you cum?"

"I guess, I mean I don't have a problem keeping my hands to myself. It's just… I've never… you know, rubbed one out in front of someone before," Jase admitted, blushing even more furiously. But his cock was pulsing on its own now.

"Then try it. Right now. In front of me. Get yourself off. I want to see cum fly," Katie ordered.

Jase' hand was around his wood before Katie had finished speaking. Having his hand around his hard cock felt so normal, so natural that even if he hadn't just been ordered by his sister to jerk off, he might have been jerking off anyway.

He only managed to masturbate for maybe five seconds before he tensed, gasped and an arc of cum shot out of his cock jumping a gap of two feet before splashing down on the wooden floor. A second and a third quickly followed.

Katie was pleased she'd convinced her own brother to jerk off for her, surprised at how far his cum had flown and the amount he'd produced.

"Wow, that was neat!" She exclaimed.

Instead of being mortified by jerking off in front of his sister, Jase just looked pleased with himself.

"I guess I can jerk it in front of someone," Jase replied, breathing heavily. He hadn't even had a chance to think sexy thoughts to get off to.

The following were some vignettes, I intended to add to the story here and there.

**Pounding sand

It was the following Tuesday. Sadie and her friends Milly and Amelia were out walking around the campground area looking for something to do. Sadie loved being naked and sometimes walked barefoot. She imagined what it would be like walking around her neighborhood back in Utah like this.

Her two British friends were wearing matching pink crocs. Millie was a bit taller than her sister and a little taller than Sadie, but not nearly as well developed. Amelia had the same straight long hair and flat chest as her little sister but quite a bit shorter than the other two girls.

They were hopelessly bored.
They had done just about everything they normally did that day, and they were looking for something new. They walked, laughed, giggled, talked, swam, swung on swings, slid down slides. All the fun stuff they did everyday, but time was just passing slow.

They stopped into the office by the lake. It had cold air conditioning and a general store that sold candy, sodas and snacks. “I’d do ANYTHING for a jammie dodger,” Amelia said.

A dirty old man nearby happened to overhear. He snickered to himself that he’d give her a jammie dodger if he could.

The girls heard and giggled. “Do you reckon he would?”

“What’s that, Amelia?”

“Give me a Jammie Dodger if I asked nicely?”

“I doubt you would like where he wants to put it, Amelia,” her sister offered with a wry smile. The girls were bright, funny and impishly clever. Sadie loved listening to their banter because everything they said with their British accents sounded so posh and witty.

“Tell me again where you are from?” Sadie asked.

“No, you are just after a laugh, aren’t you Sadie?” Amelia insisted.

Millie humored her American friend by repeating the name of her hometown. “Staines-upon-Thames, in Surrey.”

“Stains, ha-ha,” Sadie chuckled that there was a town that sounded like it was a stain upon the river.

“Ooh, shall we get fruity ice lollies?” Amelia pleaded with her friends to get a popsicle. Sadie loved hearing British slang. Amelia and Millie humored their friend. To them, that is what a popsicle was called.

“ ‘Ave they a proper Ananas?” Millie asked her sister to look in the icebox. When Amelia shook her head no, Sadie pulled out a banana popsicle and showed it to Millie.

“You knob, that’s BANANA! Only Americans say pineapple. ANANAS are neither Pine nor Apple,” Millie explained playfully.

The girls chose fruit popsicles. Money wasn’t a problem even though they were naked. “Oh my, I am afraid I’ve no pockets,” Millie said playfully as she patted her body down.

The perverted old man watched with a grin, while pretending to browse brochures for airboat tours and other tourist attractions.

Millie darted her eyes to the man and stuck her pretty little tongue out. It was pink and frosty from the strawberry ice lolly she had been licking.

The British girls charged the popsicles to their parent’s account at the cashier and stood in the office sucking on the popsicles for a bit.

“Caw, what about a paddle boat?” Amelia was half way through licking the frozen treat when the thought occurred to her..

“Good idea, Millie,” her little sister agreed. The smallish paddleboats held four and were free to take as long as you bring them back.

In the 1960s, the lakeside used to be one of the busiest parts of the campground. Now, it was just a small beach with a couple hammocks, a few canoes and couple paddle boats. Anyone could use them.

“Are you sure we don’t need life preservers, Millie?” her little sister seemed worried. She was standing ankle-deep in the brackish lake water helping to pull the boat off of the beach and get it afloat. “What if we tip over and the alligators come out?”

“Don’t worry, Amelia! If we see an ally-gator, we’ll just toss you over the side, and then we’ll be fine!”

The lake was surrounded on all sides by thick trees except for the small bay by the office and lakeside restaurant. Once they had it out in the brownish water, Amelia sat in the back, and Milly and Sadie rode up front and pedaled like it was a bicycle build for two.
They made good time to the other side of the water. It was calm, not a lot of wind, nice warm day.

“Should we turn back?” Amelia started to get nervous that the shore was getting further and further away.

“How about we get far enough from shore, to play pound stone?” Milly suggested with a smirk.

“Pound stone? Are you mad! Here in the boat?” Amelia’s face suggested that was scandalous. Naturally, Sadie wanted to know what kind of game that was.

Amelia and Millie demonstrated by crooking two fingers on one hand, reaching into the fold of their tight little pussies and jiggling in circles. “Do you ever play tiny circles?” they smiled wickedly.

Sadie was shocked. The girls had never said anything dirty or shown an interest in anything of a sexual nature. If anything, they had treated obvious perverts like the one in the store rudely. Sadie’s grandfather was right that no one would hit on her or touch her there. There were quite a few older men who stared though.

At times, that turned Sadie on as much as it made her uncomfortable. She liked it that grown men liked looking at her. Even her dad and brother stared at her at times. She assumed that they just couldn’t help themselves but it still flattered her on some level to think that she was hot enough to be stared at in the first place.

“We just call it masturbation here,” Sadie explained. She joined the girls by spreading her legs wide and sticking two fingers inside herself and then thrusting upward at an angle.

“Yeah, we have that word in England, too,” Millie replied impishly and rolled her eyes that it was possible Sadie thought that they wouldn’t know what that meant. The two sisters from the U.K. had a lot of clever phrases for things but they also knew the normal words for them. Milly started to masturbate like her friend Sadie.

“That old Geezer round the general store would have given you a finger in the cunny as a Jammie Dodger,” Millie explained to her sister as she leaned back and enjoyed playing with herself.

“Would he? That cheeky monkey!”

“We should ask him,” Sadie smiled broadly. She wanted to dare herself to go up to a total stranger. It had to be someone like the heavy-set, balding older pervert in the store, and not someone handsome. That would be way to easy.

“Ask him to finger our cunnies?” Millie’s voice went up an octave in an incredulous tone that her friend would ask that.

“Yeah! We’re going to do it to ourselves anyway, right? Same amount of pleasure, just a different finger. It’d be like a dare!”

“Are you mad?”

Sadie knew that they were not asking her if she was angry. She pictured a mad scientist cooking up wild, freaky, sexual dares deep in his laboratory. Experimenting on her in an old black and white movie by keeping her naked. It was a fantasy she frequently had after she met the girls when they asked her if she was crazy.

“No, think about it. No one would believe him if he told them that three girls walked up and asked him to finger bang us.”

“Finger bang! Now that’s a good term! I like that one, wot!” Millie slid her fingers out of her wet, tight pussy and pointed them like a finger at her sister and fired an imaginary gun.

Amelia slid her finger out and clutched her heart and pretended to collapse after being shot by an imaginary bullet. When she woke up immediately after, she fired a shot at her sister. The girls assumed that their friend was kidding.

“You’ve got to be having a laugh, Sadie. We are bored enough to do a lot, but not that,” Millie decided.

Sadie was a little dejected. She tried one more time to encourage her friends. They had gone back to masturbating themselves in the boat.

“It would blow his mind. Worst case scenario he tells us no, in which case we go back to the boat and play tiny circles. Best case scenario, he twirls his fingers in us, we get turned on, he gets turned on, and no one would believe him if he told!!”

“Got three hands, has he?” Milly cleverly pointed out that with three girls and two hands that he’d be one hand short to do them all at once.

“Maybe we could sit on his big toe,” Amelia giggled playfully.

Sadie liked that. This was a naughty side of the girls she hadn’t seen before. “Do you have other games like this you like to play?”

“The kissing game, but it’s not really three player,” Milly shrugged. She demonstrated by removing her fingers from her pussy, and bringing one hand to flick and play with her nipples. She was basically flat but she had puffy nubs. She turned to look at her younger sister.

Amelia turned as well and opened her mouth. The girls French kissed playfully. It wasn’t passionate. It was more like a joke, where they pushed their lips together, pulled them apart and then darted their tongues out to let them touch.

“Guys!!” Sadie’s mind was blown.

“Wot? It’s only kissing! Have you never kissed a girl?” Milly asked skeptically.

“She’s your sister though,” Sadie couldn’t believe how comfortable they were kissing each other.

“Would you rather I kiss a dirty old man, then?” Milly asked, broke contact with her little sister’s parted lips and leaned into kiss Sadie.

She was more than happy to kiss her friend. The girls playfully kept their heads close together and kissed one another back and forth and giggled.

Milly and Amelia had started playing the game years ago. It was purely innocent on their part. They were bored, wanted to experience kissing and so they just experimented playfully.

It was a huge turn on. Sadie knew what incest was, but assumed that was the stuff that happened on TV shows like Game of Thrones and Jerry Spring TV shows and not in real life. She imagined kissing her own sister. She assumed that Katie would never go for it.


** Publix
Imagine that while Sadie and Jase talk.

The family is at Publix. Dennis and Nancy have a conversation.

"I am really shocked that everybody in the family is okay with being naked."

"It's really not sexual, Nancy."

"It kind of is. I mean, on the surface it's all clean fun, but I've seen the way people look at each other. There is kind of a wink and a nod thing going on with Mom's friends. They all flirt with you."

"They seem to like Jase more than me."

"They aren't cradle robbers, Dennis," Nancy looked more serious.

"He's a teenage boy, and he's growing into manhood. They are just saucy older women. I knew some like that when I Was that age. It's nothing perverted though" Dennis picked up a can of corn and examined it. He was trying to change the subject.

"You can honestly say that you don't get turned on looking at other women there?"

Dennis felt uncomfortable. He blushed. His silence confirmed what Nancy thought.

"It's okay. you can be honest"

Dennis briefly contemplated admitting why he slept on the floor. "Okay, sometimes"

He was worried it was a trap to start an argument. His wife seemed relieved and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"I've been thinking a lot about my parents," Nancy said.

Dennis gave her a shocked expression. Nancy laughed and explained "Not like that. I do not want to have sex with them," she immediately assumed that was the reason he made the face. "I just would like to have a relationship like theirs."

Dennis was unsure what they meant.

"Can this wait until we get home?"

"We don't need to talk about it at all. I am sorry I brought it up, it's crazy"

"No, it's not crazy. You want to live at a nudist resort?"

"Not necessarily, Dennis. I just like how they seem so content together - like whatever happens, and they both know their roles? You know? Mom cooks, Dad fixes broken things."

Dennis was never very mechanically inclined. He looked down.

"I am not saying you have to be like Dad. I am not sure I'd like you if you tried. We can define our own roles, Dennis. But have you ever noticed that ring around the base of his cock?" she whispered the last part. The rest of the family was shopping in another aisle, but Nancy couldn't be too careful about what she wanted to say.

Dennis was mortified. He'd seen the metallic ring around the base of Fred's cock. He just never said anything about it. He nodded quickly to acknowledge it.

"I wondered what it meant. Is it just body jewelry? mom changes her piercings daily, but Dad wears the same one every day."

"That's probably how Fred is.." Dennis shrugged.

"You know what I think? it's like a wedding band, but bigger..a commitment to my mom."

Dennis was confused.

"Have you ever heard my Dad tell my mom, no?"

Dennis couldn't think of a time when Edith had given her husband a reason to say no. He shrugged.

"What if we had a relationship, where you couldn't tell me no?"

Dennis grew alarmed. His wife put his hand on his arm to reassure him firmly that she loved him.

"You know how on the way to my parents, you just ignored me and took a long way through a bad section of town? What if you couldn't or wouldn't, because I told you not to do it?"

Dennis wasn't' sure he liked where this was going. He apologized for taking them the scenic route.

"I do not want you to apologize. it wasn't that big of a deal. I was just fantasizing the other day when you were on the floor. You looked so peaceful. I imagined that you were there because you worshipped me, and didn't want me to be uncomfortable."

"That's why I was there," Dennis said.

Nancy glared at him. He wondered if she knew he was down there to look up at his daughter's pussy when she got out of bed. He was afraid to push it because he didn't want her to confront him.

"Have you ever seen the coffee klatch flirt with my Dad?" she asked rhetorically. "They flirt with any guy that will look at them, because they are vain and shallow attention whores. What if, you exuded a devotion to me, so intense that another woman didn't bother flirting with you?"

"Where is this coming from?" Dennis was shocked as he put some beans in his shopping cart.

"I know it sounds selfish, but I want you Dennis. I just want to polish you, enhance our relationship."

"We've been equal partners for our entire marriage"

"No, you pay the bills, you make the trip plans, you decide where money goes. You got the tickets non refundable. What if you trusted me to make all of those decisions for us, the way I trusted you?"

"I'd love to stop doing those things," Dennis shrugged. Those responsibilities were tedious and he often made decisions that bit him in the ass.

"What if instead of asking me what I want for dinner and we talk about endlessly, I simply decide what we are going to have or where are going to go, and you accepted my decision?"

"Yes."

"I am serious. What if you asked me where you were going to sleep when we first got to my parent's house, and it was me who told you whether to squeeze into the bed or get on the floor? no arguments, no drama."

"Yeah, I am agreeing with you, Nancy."

"Are you sure?" Nancy was surprised it would be that easy with her husband.

"It sounds hot. What does the ring your dad wears have to do with it?"

"If I told you to shave your pubes and wear one, would you do it? as a sign of devotion?"


(perhaps we and anyone else who wants to join in could brainstorm on a way to merge th

[Hooked6]

Yeah, this story is very entertaining as you have written it. I think you should continue as the characters - especially the siblings are most intriguing. I can't wait to see the first final finished chapters when you post it either here or at SOL. Great stuff; loads of potential!

No worries. I will keep my story outline and perhaps I will run with this myself someday.

Hooked6

[EddieDavidson]

It's missing the fun element that I am looking for, because despite the predicament of being newcomers to nudism, they'll get over their shyness and move on. There needs to be more to it.

[EddieDavidson]

I kind of got everything out of sequence with this story, I would probably just have to start completely over.


A few days earlier..

Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Turn around, stick it out, show the world you got

The crystal clear sound of digital bass was heard reverberating in Fred and Edith McCallister’s living room for the first time ever.

Sadie and her friends Milly and Amelia danced around gayly smiling and shaking their sun-kissed bodies with big smiles on their faces. Little titties, nice round bottoms, and lots of knee bending and butt wiggling.

The rest of the Olsen’s watched the three girls get down to the sounds of Bruno Mars and 2Chainz. When Fred had purchased his solar panels, they gave him a free Alexa Bluetooth speaker. Fred did what he did with most technical gadgets someone gave him – he tossed it into the back of a closet and forgot about it. He still had a Philips N1500 Video Cassette Recorder and a Hewlett-Packard HP-65 calculator someone gave him as a gift years ago, sitting around still in the original box.
Jase had diligently explored the treasure trove of old tech relics from the 70’s and 80’s like an archeologist exploring a pharoah’s tomb. “Wow, this is a belt-driven hard drive. Where is the computer this goes to?”

The rare find in the pile of mostly out of date devices was the Alexa speaker. It was old, and dusty but Jase managed to reconfigure it and have it connected to the community Wi-Fi in five minutes. A few minutes later, he had it playing crisp, vibrant crystal clear audio throughout the house. Jase paired it up with the Family’s Amazon music account and Sadie asked it to play her current favorite song.

Now, the trio of girls were clapping their butt cheeks. The young girl’s dance wasn’t by any means tawdry or vulgar – but they danced with such abandon that they thought nothing of their modesty.


Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Bubble butt, bubble, bubble, bubble butt
Wind, go down, turn, and flick it
A girl like me know how fi’ ta’ handle di wicket
One bat, two balls, swing it like crick-it!

The sound had a catchy beat, and despite the overt sexuality in the lyrics, it was a fun, poppy song with a catchy hook. Nancy and Dennis were smiling and bouncing their heads. It was nice to see Sadie have such fun.

“Katie, get in here, girl!” Sadie tried to get her older sister to hop up and dance with them. Katie was seated on a towel on one of the old recliners in the living room. She had no interest in joining the girls and clapping her butt cheeks. She knew how to dance but was self-conscious that she’d be shaking her butt flaps and showing a little more of her body parts than she intended.

Instead, she observed the family, especially Jase. She noted the pride on his face as he watched the girls dancing. She assumed he was also perving on the girls because, like most boys, his eyes followed their movements.

Jase had managed to prevent himself from having an erection in public areas after his grandmother spoke to him at the pool on their first day. He really took that to heart and didn’t want a repeat of how he felt when his grandmother had to specifically call him out. He was glad she had done it in private, but he frequently thought about her threat at the end.

“Take care of it, or I can help you,” Edith had said to him. What did she mean by that? He shivered a little and chalked it up to a poor choice of words. Jase hadn’t managed to control his boner through willpower or pure thoughts. He was just masturbating now twice as much as he used to when he was back home.

As a teenage boy that was full of raging hormones and surrounded by bare asses and tits for the first time in his life, his brain and penis were having a tug of war on who should be in control of his ever-waking thoughts.

Jase was semi-erect, at what you might call a “Three-quarters boner.” His dick wasn’t FULLY hard, but it wasn’t soft and relaxed either. He assumed that as long as his cock wasn’t fully popped in an ultra-hard “boing-boing” ready-to-shoot-his-juice kind of way, that he was still within the spirit of what his Grandma told him was unspoken etiquette around the park.

Indeed, he had spent a lot of time around the trailer and at the pool like that. Everyone noticed he was at more than half-mast, but no one said anything to him about it, and he assumed that was because it was perfectly acceptable.

It was, and it wasn’t - it was tolerable and sort of understood by most that Jase was a teenager, and he couldn’t help it. Most guys can’t remain like that all day, and Jase really didn’t, either. Once he reached a point he needed to shoot his load, he’d go in the bathroom, think whatever thoughts he needed to get to completion, and when he returned, his dick would start to grow on its own accord almost immediately.

Jase had also resolved to think about Sadie if he needed to get off. His mind was going to go there anyway, whether he liked it or not, so he gave himself permission. “As long as she doesn’t know – it won’t hurt her, right?” he thought to himself.

Jase thought about other women. The British sisters, Katie, Hot women from the pool, even his grandmother, but never his mother. That was a line he didn’t want to cross, and he was thankful that his mom did not do anything too risque’ that gave him a reason to fantasize about her.

Edith’s behavior wasn’t risque’ – it was just those piercings that seemed to draw his eye and the curious way she had offered “to help” if he couldn’t control his boner.

The funny part about all of this is that Nancy WAS worried that Jase had thoughts about her. They had been sleeping naked together in the twin bed. It was inevitable they would brush each other, and a little knee or elbow was understood. This morning when she woke up, he was spooning with her, up against her back. She was wearing a full nightgown, and the cloth separated their flesh, but it had still made her uncomfortable.

She hadn’t felt his erection the way she had the first time he tried to spoon her. However, when he got out of bed, he had his ¾ boner on display, swinging between his legs when he dashed to the bathroom. She worried that he may be getting thoughts about her now that they were sharing a bed.

Nancy was unaware of Edith’s talk with him about erections. Edith had told no one about that except for her best friend, Maven. Maven had been secretly flattered the boy had an erection the first time she saw him - even if it wasn’t specifically for her. However, both women knew it just wasn’t appropriate in the open at the pool.

In any case, Katie noticed his pride wasn’t the only thing swelling.

When the song ended, Jase offered to let his grandpa pick the next one. Fred didn’t look entirely impressed. Fred was something of an amateur audiophile, even if he said he had no interest in technology. He liked the sound of analog, the hiss of an 8-track. His dad had taught him to use a Ham Radio when he was a boy, and that was what got him in interested in the air force as a young man.

“I do not know what songs it has in it. Where is the track list?” Fred asked with a hint of frustration. The Speaker was an amorphous black cylinder and didn’t even have a volume knob or a graphical display. As far as Fred was concerned, that was a design flaw.

“It has all songs, Grandpa,” Jase assured him.

“Yeah, all songs…right,” Fred laughed skeptically and assumed his grandson had pre-loaded the device with songs that he would like, but not any of Fred’s music.

“Pick a song, just say Alexa, play the song name by this artist.”

“Yeah, right? Like on Star Trek?” Fred thought his grandson was an idiot. “It’s not going to have my music,” he insisted.

“Okay, Alexa, play, uh, Johnny Cash,” Jase demonstrated. The Alexa announced that it was playing the song, and instantly the track began playing cleanly.


Fred was secretly amazed. This was some future tech that he assumed could only be realized on TV shows. “It doesn’t have the hiss of a record,” Fred tried to find a little fault in the player. After a few more demonstrations, Fred was starting to get the hang of playing music through the device.

Jase even set up a playlist with his grandpa’s favorite artists of Merle Haggard, Waylon Jennings, Don McClean, and Gordon Lightfoot. Jase named it “Goddamned Playlist” so that all Fred had to say to Alexa was, “Play my Goddamned playlist,” and it started right up.

Music was playing in the trailer now in the background almost all day, and even if Fred wanted to remain skeptical about technology, he was certainly softening to it. The evidence was when Fred moved the Bluetooth speaker out to the sundeck and plugged it in so that he and his dog Lewis could listen to some old Beatles classics together.

Jase was always helpful around the house. He was a bit of a mama’s boy. He never had to be asked to take the trash out or wash the dishes. He liked to contribute. Here at the trailer, his grandparents took care of all of that, and Edith just wanted him to relax.

However, she had also put him to work when he volunteered. She showed him and Sadie some of her recipes for baking cookies and how she prepared spaghetti. Sadie hadn’t had the attention span to really apply herself to learning about it. Jase, on the other hand, was a natural.

Edith sometimes wore only an apron when she cooked. Her bare butt and tits were exposed, but the apron helped prevent her from spilling sauce or getting grease on her shaved pussy.

One day, she managed to accidentally spill mustard on her chest. It hadn’t been intentional, and it wasn’t a lot – just a drop or two. Edith dabbed it with her finger and licked it clean.

Jase excused himself. He needed to masturbate because his mind immediately went to fantasies about cum shooting on his grandmother’s tits. Edith was an older woman, but her tits were not wrinkled or saggy like old ladies. Jase frequently noticed how much larger most women’s nipples were than men's. Edith’s, in particular, seemed stretched like taffy or chewing gum from the piercings she wore. He wondered if that made her horny or if she was used to them by now.

Katie had taken note of how helpful Jase was, in particular when Edith had friends over to visit.

Katie called them the “Coffee Klatch,” but that was just her personal name for the trio of blonde women. They were all over fifty, had blonde hair that was shoulder length or longer and wore lots of make-up. They were loud but not obnoxious, and they loved to come over and drink coffee with Edith and visit with her family.

There was Maven, who was sort of the unofficial leader of the bunch. She was taller than the others and looked like she might have been stripper or a model in her younger days. She had fake tits, and as her body aged, they didn’t – so the first thing you noticed after all the make-up on her eyes was those gorgeous torpedo-shaped tits.

Maven didn’t mind that. That’s what she bought those tits for years ago. She felt that if you are looking at her tits, you aren’t going to notice some of the imperfections she has above or below. She liked being admired, and she was a little bit of a vixen in her earlier days, but now she was somewhat insatiable.

Cypress Cove didn’t consider itself a “Swinger’s Resort.” There were nudist resorts that catered to that. They considered themselves “family-friendly,” and as such, they didn’t overtly host any sort of sex party romps or allow any sordid public displays in the common areas. That was a big no-no.

However, what went on behind the scenes, and in private homes, was a different story altogether. There was a bit of a nudge-nudge, wink-wink, and invite only hidden community of swingers in the park. They’d always been there since the 1960s when the original owner opened the place. However, they kept it on the down-low.

Maven and her friends were in that community, and Maven was one of the most active swingers who embraced the spicy side of wife-swapping in the entire park.


There was also her right-hand and queen gossip. Karen Gibbons was saucy and extroverted when she was with her friends. However, she could also be judgmental and look down her nose when she hears of other people’s scandalous behavior.

It was said there were three ways to spread a message across Cypress Cove. Telephone, Television, and Tell-a-Karen.

Karen had a full, curly black bush of pubic hair. Jase had assumed that women lost their pubic hair when they reached a certain age because every woman over 50 that he had met besides Karen had a bald pussy.

The third member of the coffee klatch was Ingrid. Ingrid was born in Sweden but has lived in America long enough to have lost most of her accent. She spoke with a trace of a Scandinavian accent and a little bit of a sweet Georgia accent mixed in that made her sound a little saucy. She was wearing a medallion on a chain-style collar and nothing else. Like Maven, she had her complete pussy shaved.

Even though Ingrid was the most soft-spoken of the trio, she was still a bit of an extrovert in her own right. Her personality could best be compared to Rue McClanahan from the Golden Girls – a comparison that she’s heard and doesn’t appreciate (even though she can see the obvious parallels).

Edith introduced the three of them to the family. The women were all secretly flattered when Jase’s eyes flitted across their bodies every time one of their names was mentioned. Dennis tried to be a little more discreet, but they were able to pick up from his body language.

Maven took note of Dennis’s below-average-sized penis and immediately felt a little sympathy for his wife. Her own husband, Reginald, had a micropenis that made Dennis look like John Holmes by comparison, but that was another story altogether. Maven didn’t cheat on her husband. She had his full permission to have sex with whomever she wanted whenever she wanted. They had a fully open marriage. He knew and supported very much that his wife was a size queen and had her own needs.

Edith offered her friends some coffee. There weren’t enough barstools for the Olsens and the Coffee Klatch. Jase offered up his seat to the ladies.

“Oh, what a gentleman,” Ingrid gave him a look of appreciation. She looked down at his bulging penis and then flicked her eyes back up the boy’s face. “A hard man is good to find. Oh, did I say that right?” she giggled at her own double entendre.

Unfortunately, Jase had missed the joke. He was stunned when Ingrid sat down on the stool. He hadn’t seen her from behind until he offered his stool. Once she sat down, he stared. Ingrid could feel his eyes staring at her from behind without turning around to know he was looking, and she didn’t mind.

In between Ingrid’s buttcheek was the blossoming red ruby at the base of her butt plug. She wore a smallish stainless steel butt plug with a bright reddish pink jewel in the base discreetly, much like body jewelry.

It was never something she flaunted or took out in public, and unless she sat a certain way and you looked right between the lady’s cheeks, you would never know she had it in. She didn’t wear it all the time, and she had at least a dozen or more that she wore depending on her mood and the occasion.

Edith was facing her grandson and saw that the boy’s cock twitched on its own twice while he tried to figure out what he was looking at. She knew Ingrid well enough to know that Ingrid knew exactly what she was doing when she turned her back to Jase and tried to tease him.

“Jase, would you pour us some coffee, please?” she tried to distract him so that he didn’t embarrass himself.

“How do you ladies take it?”

“Black,” they replied almost in unison, followed by a few soft giggles.

Katie was the only one of the Olsens to pick up on the possibility that there was some double entendre’ to how giggly the mature women were about how they took their coffee to suggest that they liked black men. “Alexa, play Back in Black,” she said.

Rock music started playing on the Alexa, and the Coffee Klatch started dancing and bouncing in their seats along with the beat. It was a recognizable cross-generational song everyone in the house knew well enough.

Jase hung around and visited with the mature ladies. They asked him many questions about whether he was a boy scout, or if he liked playing baseball – nothing over the top or inappropriate. They also asked Katie and Sadie to talk about themselves, but their focus was on Jase.

Jase placed himself in strategic positions where he could stare at Ingrid’s butt without her noticing. However, Ingrid was a very clever woman, and she and her friends knew exactly what he was doing. She let him do it and offered him a wintry smile.

She intentionally kept her butt cheeks tight and only moved now and then to let him catch a glimpse of her parted ass flaps. The jewel was old news to her and her friends, but Ingrid was secretly thrilled to play peek-a-boo with the boy while trying to hold mundane conversations with her friends and the Olsen family.

“Is there something on my back?” she asked as she stood up and reached behind herself to rub her shoulder blades in order to wipe it off. Ingrid knew there was nothing on her back. That was a subtle way to let him know she knew she had his attention.

“It might be on your bottom,” Maven rubbed her friend’s butt in a very playful and non-sexual way.

The women had played together many times sexually, so they thought nothing of touching one another.

“Oh my, well check again,” Ingrid offered a friendly suggestion that Maven had touched her the right way, and pushed her butt backward into her friend’s open palm. It was all perfectly innocuous though, and nobody else thought anything of the playful back and forth.

“Excuse me,” Jase did, though. He had to pound his pud, and he headed to the bathroom.

“Hang on, let me go first,” Katie intentionally took her time walking to the bathroom. Her little brother could have insisted he called the bathroom first.

“I’ve got to go, Katie!”

“Hold your horse,” Katie intentionally left off the plural form of horses to imply she knew he was going to jerk himself off. He didn’t pick up on the subtle hint. His sister didn’t really want to use the restroom. She just wanted to make him squirm by standing out in the living room while his already engorged cock inflated a little more.

Edith got the joke, though. “You can use our bathroom,” she offered the use of the master bathroom in her bedroom. The family hadn’t been invited into Fred and Edith’s bathroom, and why would they? They had no reason to go in.

Fred glared at Edith. His bedroom was his inner sanctum. He spent the majority of his time out on the sundeck during the day. His bedroom, though was private to him if that was his inner sanctum, then the master bathroom was his throne. Edith looked at her husband apologetically and hoped Jase didn’t see some of her more personal sex toys.

Edith had a collection of vibrators, dildos, and other playthings that she kept discreetly organized in her bedroom. The bedroom was decorated with soft blues and purples and arranged with comfort and relaxation in mind. It wasn’t an overt sex dungeon with whips and chains hanging from the walls, but she kept her toys close to the bed.

Jase was moving so fast that he didn’t notice the phallic-shaped toys lying by the dresser. He quickly popped into his Grandparent’s master bedroom. Fred had made upgrades to his bathroom structurally. He had a big walk-in bathtub that doubled as a hot-tub, and a comfortable wide-mouth porcelain toilet installed.

His wife had decorated the bathroom with soft light, scented candles, crocheted matching cozy covering the toilet lid and a matching one on the top of the toilet. They had both intentionally wanted this room to exude luxury.

Jase was impressed. He lifted the toilet bowl and started beating his meat right away. He looked into the mirror in front of him. He found it odd that there was a mirror facing the toilet but it was interesting watching himself masturbate. He looked down at the floor and saw a mirrored surface below him.

Mirrors were integrated into the tiles above, below, and on all sides of the bathroom. “Does Grandpa like to watch himself pee from all angles? That’s odd,” he shrugged.

He loved the smell of the bathroom. There were strong scents of fragrances typical to bathrooms of older people, such as boysenberry and potpourri. Jase finished squirting cum into the toilet. He missed and shot a few drops on the counter. It was such a tiny drip that he overlooked it.

Jase only needed a few minutes to catch his breath and recover before returning to the kitchen. He decided to be a little nosy. He discovered an old can of Barbasol shaving cream decorated like a red barber’s pole. There were some old colognes like Stetson in a cabinet.

In one drawer, were his grandmother’s piercings. He examined them. A few were particularly large. Two in particular were bronzed nipple extenders that were shaped like small women.

They were shaped in such a suggestive way that it appeared they were spreading their legs apart and bending. When the piercings were attached to a set of nipples, would give the impression that the areola between their thighs was an oversized penis.

“Grandma!!” he smiled over the raciness of the ornate sexualized jewelry. It was quite a bit more overt than anything Edith had worn in front of him before. He assumed it was for special occasions and private wear.

He fished around in the drawer and discovered some piercings that dangle, stretch or pinch, but nothing quite as ribald as the twin penis-sitting ladies. That’s why he was shocked to make one more discovery.

He almost didn’t notice a set of what he thought were stainless steel springs resting on the bathroom sink counter that would make the twin ladies seem tame by comparison. They seemed so innocuous at first that they might be four springs.

They were clearly a matching set but two of them were identical in size. Jase didn’t know what they were but upon examination, he got the impression they attached to his grandmother’s nipples. They were in fact, a set of 4-inch long matching spiral nipple extenders.

They were fitted with a thick gauged metal bar through the middle and locked in place with two simple ball-bearing style tips on either end. The nipple extenders also had a larger ball-bearing style tip in the front that gave the entire thing an unnatural cone-style shape.

Jase imagined that it might hurt to wear them and couldn’t quite figure out where and how they might be attached to his grandmother’s nipples. Her tits were more rounded, and this apparatus was shaped more like an ice cream cone.

There were two more almost identical shapes on the cabinet but they were not the same size and slightly different. He sniffed it without thinking about why, he had done that.

His working theory, which just happened to be correct, was that one of them attached to his grandmother’s clit and pulled her labia and clitoral hood out and away from her body.

The other one, he assumed worked the same way and pulled her anal opening out in the same way. He was partially correct there. That one was designed to be inserted internally to hold her asshole open but prevent anything more than a finger from being inserted beyond, while allowing waste to pass through the spiraled steel.

He set them down and quickly left to return to the coffee klatch. The women joined the family on the walk to the pool but quickly broke off into their social circles to make the rounds and chat up their friends.


Later that evening, after Dinner, Jase returned to the guest bathroom he shared with his family for his nightly masturbation session before bed. He was blithely unaware that his mother suspected he was heading in there to jerk himself off before sleeping with her.

“Jase, do you have a minute?” she asked as he headed to the bathroom. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him. She really didn’t want to accuse her son of having unnatural thoughts about his mother. It was inappropriate, but he also couldn’t help it, and she believed that he wasn’t intentionally curling up with him.

On some level, whether she would admit it to herself or not, she was slightly excited by it.

“Not really,” Jase was already dealing with an incoming chubber from something his little sister had said at dinner. He was in a hurry to bust his nut. His mom decided it could wait.

Jase closed the door and began the familiar process of summoning an orgasm so that he could return to the family and not worry about his embarrassing organ popping up awkwardly. It was not entirely unpleasant to jerk off, but now that he had doubled his masturbation habits, he was spending a lot of time in the bathroom.

Katie had no idea he was in there. He had just been in the bathroom only 30 minutes earlier. She didn’t think to knock and simply walked in on him.

He looked up. He had his cock in his hand, and his phone was placed on the bathroom sink face up. There was a picture of some naked girls making out. Jase was caught like a dear in the headlights. “Ah…”

Katie shut the door immediately. It was awkward and despite being siblings that shared a bathroom at home – this had literally never happened to them before. “You should lock the door next time,” she said in a huff.

She was embarrassed, and a little angry that she had to witness her little brother jerking off.

He was embarrassed and afraid that his sister would confront him in front of the family and reveal his dirty secret. Jase was still determining whether to finish. He was terrified that his parents might come to the door any minute and demand he explains himself.

Katie cooled down quickly. She found herself a little excited, perhaps too excited. She had no sexual desire for her brother. Her nipples stiffened as she sat in the living room and contemplated what had just happened.

it had all happened in such a split second. She opened the door, and then she felt this rush of shock, dismay, disgust, and a little voyeuristic thrill that she caught her brother in the middle of pleasuring herself.

She played with herself. She knew everyone did. It wasn’t the sex act of masturbation that thrilled her. She’d given her boyfriend’ handjobs before. That wasn’t a big deal to her and she wasn’t curious about that. She had marveled at the time how much control she had over a boy when she squeezed his cock firmly in her hand and began pumping it for him. He could do it himself, but guys got so vulnerable, so dependent on her to finish what she started – that she frequently enjoyed stopping and ruining their orgasm just before they spooged.

Katie liked giving her boyfriends conditions about catching the cum themselves or not getting any on her.

In this case, that wasn’t what thrilled her. What thrilled her was Jase’s blue eyes. The way he looked at her pleading with her to tell no one, to shut the door, to let him finish what he was doing in peace. She could have screamed, she could have told her parents and she might still do that.

When Jase finally emerged, he looked meek, like a rabbit. He avoided Katie for a while and she allowed him to keep his distance. She wanted him to be afraid that she might confront him.

When her parents announced they were going to “Publix” with her grandparents, they invited her to come along. Publix is a grocery chain in Florida that they do not have in Utah. It sounded too much like “Pubics” to her and she had no interest in something as mundane as shopping for snacks with the family.

Katie was surprised that her little sister was willing to put on clothes long enough to leave the Cove. This would be the first time in days her little sister had worn anything at all. Everyone else in the family had worn a shirt, or underwear, or a bikini bottom or something at one point but not sweet little Sadie – she had embraced the nudist lifestyle to the maximum.


“Hey, stay here with me, and let’s hang out,” she offered to Jace in a friendly and convivial manner. Jase winced at first. His older sister seldom wanted to hang out with him. Her smile seemed genuine, and he assumed she had forgotten about catching him in the bathroom.


He didn’t want to piss her off. Her little brother would have liked to go with the family to the grocery store, if anything, to help load the groceries into the car. However, he accepted the offer.

The two of them listened to music and chatted for a while as they hung out outside on a nice balmy Florida summer day. There was a gentle breeze from the lake down the road.

“Want to go to cheeks?” he asked.

“Cheeks…would you want to eat between someone’s cheeks?” she mused that the name was a little disgusting because it implied eating someone’s ass. Jase hadn’t thought about it quite like that.

That sat in silence for a little while, listening to the squirrels chitter and the birds chirp and watching leaves fall from their Grandparent’s trees. It was a nice, boring day in Cypress Cove.


“Get me some lemonade,” she tested her brother’s resolve to please. Jase didn’t insist she get up and get herself. He sprung out of the chair, grateful for an opportunity to do something.

Jase wasn’t a simpleton or a fool. He liked to do things for others, and he thought nothing of getting them both lemonade. It wasn’t an imposition, and he considered a great idea. He had no reason to refuse, but it confirmed some devilish thoughts that had been in Katie’s mind for quite some time.

Her last boyfriend in Utah, had been willing to do just about anything to impress her. She could get him to spend his money on her freely, drive her places and do mundane favors for her without reciprocating. It was an unfair power exchange between the two of them. They hadn’t even gone all the way, because Katie was trying to see how far she could push the boy until he finally thought her shit had turned sour.

It did right before she left, and she didn’t have any ill-will toward him, nor did she miss him. She wasn’t sure she ever liked him. She was considering finding a boy who would place her on a pedestal when she got home – the kind who would build his whole world around her and unquestioningly do what she asked of him. She didn’t want a slave, not exactly. She did not want a robot either.

She wanted him to willingly choose the relationship. It’d be nice to have a boy who drives her places, buys her things, but more so, she thought it might be nice if he’d rake the yard when it was her turn to do yard work, or any dirty work she might think of.

There wasn’t anyone around here quite like that. There was a handsome mystery man who was about 28 years old. She thought he might be taken, or gay because he was way too cute for this place. Most guys had dad-bods, and this guy was the only really good-looking one. She could tell from his swagger he'd be unsuitable to be her bitch-boy.. She thought that was a clever name for the role. She felt she’d have plenty of time to decide the label for the relationship. She had to first find someone to volunteer.

The only person of suitable temperament was her brother. She had no sexual interest in him, but she hadn’t had any attraction to her last couple of boyfriends either. Katie once thought she might be a lesbian but she liked women even less because they reminded her too much of herself.

When he returned with an ice cold lemonade for his sister, he set it down next to her gently. “I squeezed this fresh. Grandma keeps Meyers lemons. They are super sweet! I did not even need sugar.”

“Aww, YOU are super sweet,” she offered him a wintry smile.

He blushed at her compliment. That checked another box for Katie. She wanted someone who could be fed simple compliments and would desire her approval and acceptance. The image of her brother jerking off flashed through her mind.

It wasn’t a terrifying chance encounter anymore. Instead, in her fantasy replay of the moment, his eyes pleaded with her to stay and watch, but not to tell her parents. She cracked a half-smile as she tuned out his story about how grandpa taught him to work on small gas-powered engines.

“So, all it was about 200cc engine, for lawn mowers, but Grandpa uses it as an air compressor. After we took it apart to see how it worked, grandpa showed me that the problem was the spark plugs all along,” he bragged about how Grandpa Fred had shared with him his knowledge of small engine repair.


“That’s great,” she sighed, only half-listening.

“What?” he asked.

Katie gazed out into the yard. One squirrel was chasing another around an oak tree. She assumed that one squirrel intended to fuck the other one. She wondered if female squirrels enjoy being chased, and if so, why do they run so fast?

It was amusing to contemplate. Things really did operate at a slower pace at Cypress Cove.