The past few days had left me feeling like I'd walked into a whole different world. I was now aware of one of my parents’ secrets, whether they liked it or not. I was still certain they'd preferred I'd stayed in the dark about the whole nudist thing.
I also knew the truth about Sarah. I wasn't sure how to process that yet. I was doing the same thing with her parents. Maybe I wanted my parents to be above all of that. I was still learning that they were just as human and flawed as everyone else though. I still loved them, but it made me a bit uneasy knowing they were like the Clarks.
Sarah and I likely would eventually talk about it. Some of the details might be upsetting. I didn't think it would hurt our friendship though. We both already had suspected the other's involvement. If anything, it had drawn us closer.
Jamie knew I was still mad at him. My parents probably knew I was pissed at him as well. I wasn't sure what all my parents had been told about the day before, but I suspected the angry scene with my brother had been mentioned to them by someone.
Then there was the revelation about my mom having been a porn actress. She hadn't just done an amateur movie like a lot of people do. She had been in big productions, doing all kinds of sex acts with other professional porn actors. If people found out, it would be a disaster.
We'd probably have to move away to find any peace. But like Mrs. Thomas had said, it wasn't very likely anyone would recognize her or Mom. It was always a real possibility though. I was quickly learning that was the problem with any secret.
Neither Mom nor Daddy came to talk to me during the afternoon like I’d expected. I was getting pretty anxious about it, too. I waited around in my room on them until late in the afternoon. I napped a good part of the time though, so they may not have wanted to disturb me.
While I was awake though, I couldn't get the images of Mom from the porn movies out of my head. She'd really been a professional porn actress! I'd always thought of those actresses as skanky whores looking for another way to make money. Mrs. Thomas left me with the impression that many of the girls weren't whores. Most wanted to do regular movies, and this was just a way to survive until they got a big break.
During the early evening, Mom joined the rest of us in the family room as we were watching television. She sat by Daddy and looked at him closely. Their nonverbal communication wasn't new to me. She had something on her mind, and was looking for reassurance from her husband.
"Look everyone,” Mom started saying. “After what Melissa found out yesterday, I think we need to talk about where we go from here."
We need to talk? We? What happened to them talking to me?
"Your father and I have decided we'd like to try something, if the two of you are open to it."
She looked at Daddy again.
"We'd like to try the nudist lifestyle here at home ... on a trial basis."
Wow. I wasn't expecting that!
"Now that Melissa has spent some time around others, I think we should try it together as a family for a while."
She looked at me, and added some emphasis, "The whole family."
It felt good to be considered as part of the whole family for once.
I didn't say anything. I was speechless. Jamie just sat there as well. Daddy wouldn't even look in my direction for more than a glance. He obviously was outside his comfort zone with this.
"We can't just go nude all the time though. We'll have to do it only at certain times, and then have signals to let each other know when guests or visitors will be here."
"So, we're going to hide it?" I asked.
"Yes and no. Yes, we'll hide it from people that just won't ever understand. But, we also don't want to make things uncomfortable for people who might understand, but aren't nudists."
Mom looked at Daddy for help. He added, "It'll be okay to be nude when guests aren't here. If you plan to have someone over, you need to let everyone know. When in doubt about whether to be nude or not though, then we'll wear clothes while they're here."
"Won't we be getting in and out of clothes all the time?" I asked.
Mom replied, "That's why we're just doing it on a trial basis for now. We might just do it at certain times of the day, depending on how things go."
Jamie asked, "So, when do we start?"
I wondered if they'd already talked this over with Jamie.
Daddy responded, "Now is as good a time as any."
Mom and Daddy looked at each other awkwardly. Jamie jumped up as if he was about to get naked, but didn't want to be the first to start taking his clothes off. Surprisingly, it was Daddy that stood up and started stripping down first. Mom and Jamie followed right behind him. I just lay there on the floor and stared at the TV, occasionally glancing at them while they were getting naked.
When Daddy pulled down his underwear, I was surprised to see he had shaved off all the hair around his cock and balls. He noticed my surprised look, but he didn't seem embarrassed at all. I wondered when he'd done it, and if Mom had asked him to.
"Don't sit down yet," Mom said, before leaving the room for a short time. She came back with some towels for each of us.
"Use these to sit on," she said, tossing each of us one of them. She paused before throwing one to me though, sort of grimacing because I hadn’t budged from where I was laying.
"Yeah, especially you, sis," Jamie joked, not realizing the unspoken discussion I was having with Mom.
I knew she was pissed because I hadn’t taken my clothes off. She was trying to include me. I was being stubborn though. I knew it was petty, but I was just as pissed still about everything as she probably was now at me. She seemed to realize that asking me why I wasn’t joining in wouldn’t do anything but stir bad feelings even more, so she left me alone.
I did give Jamie another one of my evil glares though. He wasn’t in my good graces yet, and I was reminding him of that, too. He seemed to quickly remember he was still in my shit house from the day before. I so needed to get a copyright on my evil glare.
They all sat back down with their clothes next to them. I quickly glanced over at them a couple of times. They still seemed to be waiting for me to join in, but none of them brought it up.
I was still put off by them keeping this all a secret. But, they were trying to include me for once. Mom still hadn't talked to me about it though. She'd left that up to others. I still felt like the baby. An outsider even. I didn't know what to feel at that moment. So, I did nothing. No one pushed the issue with me either.
Curiosity kept me looking back at my parents though. I was actually hanging out with them while they were naked! Daddy sat there with his legs open somewhat. His cock wasn't hard, but it looked impressive just the same. The men I'd been around the past few days had nothing over him. But it was just so awkward with it being my father.
Mom then said to the whole room, "Maybe we could go camping in a couple of weekends, before school starts back."
Daddy and Jamie said that would be great. I just stared ahead and said nothing. It seemed to create serious tension in the room as well. I wanted them to feel awkward though. Maybe they'd understand what I'd been feeling.
After a moment, Mom asked, "What do you think, Melissa?"
She was trying. I gave her credit for that.
"Who would we go with?" I asked, still staring at the TV.
"Bob, Colleen, and Sarah might be interested."
I looked over at her incredulously, "Mom, they aren't nudists."
Why didn't she mention the Walcotts, Rayners, or Thomases?
"They're going to start trying it out, too."
"Have they already told Sarah about that?"
"They're going to talk about it tonight with her. If she's comfortable with it, then they're going to give it a try."
I found it interesting that they didn't ask me if I was comfortable with it. They just said they were going to do it.
Mom asked, "Didn't you have a good time yesterday?"
If ever there was a loaded question, that was it. I didn't answer.
Mom did give us a few more rules. First, towels were required when sitting on chairs and such. Also, cooking required an apron at a minimum, even for the guys. If we were eating or drinking something hot, either wear something or take great care not to spill and get a nasty scalding. We'd figure other things out as we went along.
I never did take my clothes off that evening. I wasn't happy with things, but I did like the idea of going naked around the house without worrying about getting caught by Mom or Daddy
"Hey back," I said.
"Do you know what I'm doing right now?"
"Sitting naked somewhere in your house while talking to me?"
"Are you naked, too?"
"Not right now!" I firmly stated.
"Cause I'm still pissed,” I informed her. “Do you know how I found out about this nudist stuff?"
"Mom told me you accidentally discovered it yesterday."
"We need to talk,” I told her. “You and Jamie need to talk, too."
"I'm not talking with him tonight,” she said. “I'm pissed with him."
That made it unanimous.
I said, "He's known about this, you know."
"That's why I'm not talking to him."
"You gonna breakup with him?"
"No. But he should've told us."
"Hells yeah!” I exclaimed. “He's on the tip top of my shit list."
"Pam told me earlier that you almost whipped his butt in front of everyone."
Oh shit. I decided not to wear any boy beater shirts anytime soon. I was close to ruining my reputation as a sweet little thing.
"Not really,” I replied. “I just punched his shoulder a few times."
"Pam told me you were really pissed off."
"I was! Gawd, I can't believe they all hid this from us for this long."
"I told Pam that too,” Sarah said. “She said she couldn't tell us though because of 'a promise'."
"Fuck that, I say. If she can't trust us, then I don't trust her much anymore."
"I wish I'd been there," she said.
"Yeah, I bet,” I said rather sarcastically. I bet she really would’ve jumped out of my parents’ bed to be there with me. I was sure she had been bored to death. Not!
“Are you mad at me?” she asked. I wasn’t ready to get into the stuff involving her and my parents though.
“I meant, I wish you had, too. You could’ve been as freaked out as I was. At least I would've had a real friend to hang with." I was proud of myself for not gagging as I said that last part.
"Pam told me that you and Kari were alone with Jamie when playing a game," she inquired.
"He only fucked me when we were with Kari,” I said. “She wanted to watch us."
"So, he didn't fuck anyone but you?" Sarah asked.
"I didn't see him fuck anyone else, but I can't swear that he didn't. There was a lot of stuff going on. He was alone with others at times. He had opportunities, but it wasn't like he was humping everyone’s leg, looking to get laid."
"I guess that's cool then."
"Would it really bother you if he did?" I asked.
"It shouldn't. Probably not if it was Kari, Penny or Julie, but for some reason I don't like the idea of him being with Pam right now."
I wondered if Jamie minded that his girlfriend was slutting around with our parents while he tried to control his own urges. I almost said something like that too, but I controlled my own urge to slam her.
I replied, "I don't like the idea of either of us being with Pam right now!"
"Too true. Mel, you know you're my best friend."
"You're mine, too." I wondered if she could feel the heat of my evil glare as I stared at the phone. Then my best friend redeemed herself ... sorta.
"There's important stuff I want to tell you sometime," she said softly.
I froze for a moment, quickly debating what to say. I so needed to believe she wanted to tell me what was going on between her and my parents. I then realized just how hypocritical I was being. I decided to go for it.
"I've got stuff I need to tell you, too," I meekly replied.
"I'm pretty sure I know what it is."
"I knew the other day ... when we were talking,” she admitted. “It's hard to talk about it though, even with your best friend. I don't want to hide it from you."
I would’ve died for her after she said that.
"I don't want to keep things from you either,” I told her. “It's just ... how do you talk about it? You know?”
"I know, Mel. We'll talk about it sometime soon. Not over the phone though. Can we hang out tomorrow?"
"I'm spending the day with Mrs. Thomas."
"Pastor Thomas' wife?” she asked in amazement. “How did that happen?"
"Long story and its part of what we need to NOT talk about over the phone," I explained.
"Is your phone bugged or something?" she joked.
"Sometimes I feel like Jason Bourne, uncovering conspiracies and shit. My world isn't what I thought it was, especially not the people in it."
"Are you an assassin?"
"I feel like killing a few people," I sorta joked.
"I think we do have a lot to talk about."
"I love you, Sarah."
"I love you more."
I woke up early the next morning. It was becoming a bad trend. I was used to sleeping in. I was going to have to start getting up early soon enough when school started back next month. Mondays sucked anyway. I couldn't go back to sleep though, so I got up.
It helped that both my parents had already left the house. It was going to be a typical Monday, which is usually typical for every other weekday. Jamie always slept in late. With him not hanging around me, I took advantage of the new house rules.
It was fun walking around naked, sprawling out in the family room among other places without worrying about getting caught. I got horny at the thought of someone catching me though, and rubbed a good one out at the idea of it.
While sitting in the family room naked, I again wondered why Mom only mentioned the Clarks when talking about camping. Then I realized that the others would create way too much explaining.
She obviously wasn't ready to get into a discussion about all of them. Camping would be new for Sarah, too. She could let Mrs. Clark handle me as well, like she's been doing all along.
I wished Mom knew that I had learned about her past. Maybe she would be more open to talking with me about things. But, I promised Mrs. Thomas I wouldn't let on that she'd told me. Mom would know she told me, and then she'd be mad at her. It was going to take something else to break down this wall between me and Mom.
I was relaxing while watching TV when the doorbell rang. I jumped up startled. I was naked still. I glanced out the window and saw Mrs. Thomas.
"Fuck! I forgot!" I said angrily to myself.
I went to the door and opened it partially, and told Mrs. Thomas to come on in. As I opened it further, I stayed behind the door so no one from the street would see me.
"Well this is a nice welcome," she said, smiling while staring at me.
"I'm sorry. I forgot. Let me go get dressed."
"Mind if I come with you?"
I took her hand and led her upstairs. I almost stopped near the top of the stairs when I realized Jamie might be naked in the hallway. I decided to take the chance, and led her on to my room.
"Is this a new thing? Sitting around the house naked?"
While pulling some clothes out of my closet, I said, "My parents told us we could try being nudists around the house on a trial basis."
"Nice! How do you feel about that?"
"It's cool. I like being included in something for a change."
"Did you talk any with your mom about Saturday?"
She cocked her head waiting for me to elaborate.
"She told me she was sorry I found out the way I did. She said she was going to try to change."
"What did you say?"
"I, well, I didn't know what to say ... as usual."
"Oh," she said.
I knew she was disappointed.
"I told her I'd try to change, too ... and that I love her."
She smiled big time at that.
After I got dressed and primped some, we left to go shopping. Mostly what we did was look and talk though.
I told her everything about my parents bringing up the nudist idea. I asked her if she had said anything to Mom about us trying that, and she said she hadn't. She had only told my mom to go talk to me.
She was glad Mom was trying, and would continue to try to encourage her, but that I needed to do more myself. I needed to step out of my own comfort zone. That shouldn't be so hard since I was hardly comfortable in my comfort zone any way.
We tried on some outfits at different places. She wanted to see the kinds of things I liked. She had a great sense of style for herself, but she explained she had to be careful not to dress too sexy. I could never be a pastor's wife.
We had a blast in Victoria Secrets. The sales lady thought we were mother and daughter. We had a lot of fun making her uncomfortable thinking we were.
Mrs. Thomas held up a cutout halter teddy which basically covered nothing but a girl's boobs and cooch. It was obviously too small for Mrs. Thomas.
"Do you think this would fit?"
"I think you may need a different size," said the sales lady standing close to her. "I can see if we have one in the back."
"I'm not buying it for me. It's for my daughter," she replied, holding it up to me.
I almost broke out laughing at the sales lady's reaction. It was totally not what a mom would buy her young teen daughter!
"Nothing but the best for my girl," she said looking at me.
I was struggling hard to keep a straight face.
I picked out a satin lace-up corset, and said just loud enough for those really close by to hear,
"If you bought this one, Daddy or your boyfriend would have sex with you all night. Maybe even at the same time like last weekend."
Mrs. Thomas was the one struggling this time to keep a straight face.
We didn't stay in the store long after that. Both of us were about to piss ourselves.
"Melissa, now that you've had time to think about what I told you yesterday about your mom, what are you feeling?"
"I'm not really sure. It's like she's two different people. There's the mom I've always known, who is just like most any other mom, and then there is this wild woman that I've never met."
"She does a great job of hiding that from you."
"I wish she wouldn't. She's my mom. I know she isn't perfect. I don't care if she did porn. She just did it for the extra money, and probably the fun of it."
"Well, you don't know how close she was to making a career out of it."
"Why didn't she?"
"She had every intention of going back after graduation and doing more movies. My uncle would've taken her in. I love my uncle, but he can be pretty sleazy. He had no problem letting his sister's daughter do porn. He certainly had no issues with fucking me either. I wouldn't have been able to persuade him to talk her out of it. She was an adult with the right to do what she wanted. Many of the types of movies we were involved in were pretty popular at the time. He had plenty of work for her, if she wanted it."
She looked at me closely, "What stopped her were her feelings for your father. She fell for him hard. He fell for her just as hard. It was the best thing that ever happened to her."
"They are pretty tight,” I said. “I hope I find someone like that when I'm older."
"I'm sure you will. It also will likely be someone you least expect, too."
"Why do you say that?"
"Look at me,” she said. “I was doing porn and living a pretty wild life, I ended up falling deeply in love with a minister."
"I don't think your husband is a typical minister," I chuckled.
"Maybe not, but I never would've thought someone like him would be my husband when I was your age."
She looked at me closely, "Love can happen when you least expect it."
"I'm too young to be in love."
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm telling you that life has a way of sneaking up on you. Be open to opportunities to be with new people, and to trying new things. Your mom went from a potentially lucrative porn career, to being a respected suburban wife and mom. And I know she doesn't regret it for one moment."
"I thought you were going to tell me that my Prince Charming was outside on his horse."
"He just might be," she said, smiling.
"Guys aren't really interested in me, except maybe for sex."
"You DO know something I don't. Spill it, woman!" I cringed when I realized just how overly familiar I was getting with her. She was an adult, after all. She just laughed at me though.
"Let’s just say that I'm very observant," she said, then gave me a sly smile.
"You're not going to tell me who?"
"I bet you'll find out soon enough," she winked.
"I thought you were my friend?"
"If I told you, it'd take the fun out of it."
Adults can be so annoying.
"Maybe we should go back to Victoria Secrets and buy that outfit for me, mother dearest. I want to impress my secret Prince Charming."
"I think that sales lady was calling child protective services when we were leaving."
"You're a very bad mother," I playfully scolded her.
"Like daughter, like mother," she smiled. "I would love to have a daughter just like you."
I blushed, "My mom would probably rent me out cheaply."
"You're priceless, sweetie."
I felt she was priceless to me as well.
When we got to my house around six o’clock, Mrs. Thomas came inside with me. Mom met us in the hallway and led us into the family room where my parents had been watching TV. They were both still dressed.
"What's with the clothes?” Mrs. Thomas asked. “Melissa said you all were trying out going nude."
Mom said, "We're giving it a try and seeing how it works out. We still haven't figure out the best times to go nude though, what with people dropping by and all."
"I feel your pain, but try being in charge of a church! Is anyone else here beside us?"
"Jamie is upstairs."
"So, let’s get naked, guys!"
Mrs. Thomas started stripping down where she stood.
My parents looked at each other. Then they looked at me as I started stripping off my clothes. I could tell Mom was really surprised, especially after how I’d acted the previous day.
Mrs. Thomas added, "Come on, guys. You know I'm a nudist, too."
Daddy stood up and watched us taking off our clothes for a few moments.
"What the hell," he said as he started stripping. Mom joined right in as well.
Mom had placed some clean towels for us to use in a corner of the room. Most people wouldn't pay attention to them being there the way the room was situated.
I sat down in a chair and started watching TV with Daddy while Mrs. Thomas and Mom started talking together. I found myself getting jealous. I wished I was their age so I could more easily fit in.
I started feeling really awkward just sitting there. Before long though, Mrs. Thomas and Mom went up to her bedroom. Now I was sitting there naked with Daddy. I was really beginning to feel awkward. I kept wondering if he was checking me out.
I knew he'd likely seen me in videos having sex with the Clarks, which made me feel even worse. Was he remembering those images while he looked at me? Did he only think of me as a teen slut now? I needed to get out of there, so I decided to follow Mrs. Thomas and Mom upstairs.
Mom's bedroom door was still open when I walked by on my way to my own room. There was no way I was going to Jamie's room. He was still on my list of people needing to die a horrible death. I left my door open so I could listen to what was going on though.
After about five minutes, I heard my parents’ bedroom door close. I walked out into the hallway and listened outside the door. I could hear the TV on, but couldn't make out what they were watching. It then dawned on me that Mrs. Thomas might have some of the video from Saturday night, and was showing it to Mom.
I got a little ticked off that they might be excluding me from that. But, I told myself I could trust Mrs. Thomas to do what was best. I still wasn't happy about it though. I went back to my room to wait on them to open the door again.
It was probably a half hour later when I heard them talking in the hallway. Mrs. Thomas then came to my door to say goodbye, she seemed to sense that my mood wasn't so great. I gave her a somewhat curt goodbye from my bed. She immediately walked over and sat down beside me.
"You know your mom and I are very good friends. Sometimes we're going to want to be alone together. Please, don't let that bother you."
"Did you two watch videos from Saturday night? Were you talking about me?" I bluntly asked.
"I don't have any of the videos that were taken. We were watching a video of your mom and dad together. Do you want me to give you a blow by blow? Or maybe a stroke by stroke replay?" she asked, letting me know I better be careful what I asked for.
I shook my head while blushing. This woman was so different than the others. She had no problem bluntly telling me many of the things I wanted to know. It was a bit unnerving after having been around Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Rayner. They were always careful not to tell me anymore than necessary to either satisfy me, or put me off.
"Sweetie, your mom and I are going to be talking about you sometimes. I promise I won't intentionally do or say anything to hurt you, or get you in trouble, unless I'm scared about something related to you. But we are going to talk like we always have. You need to get used to it happening, because it will."
She leaned closer to me, "We'll have our time together, just like today. And it will always be all about us when we're together."
I smiled and then hugged her.
She whispered to me, "I promise I'll show you the videos I get from Saturday as soon as we have a chance."
I bit my bottom lip and grinned.
"You are too cute. Remember though, I may not always tell or show you everything. A girl has to have some secrets.”
She leaned closer, "Even you, sweetie."
She kissed me rather passionately. She then asked, "Taste anyone you know?"
"No!" I quickly said. I then knew what she and Mom had been up to. "You two were doing more than watching a video!"
"You're too cute. You should go kiss your mom now," she said, kissing me again before she got up and left. She knew just how to torment me in a good way.
She stopped at the door and looked back at me.
"By the way, you're going to have to tell me what you know about all the videos your parents have sometime. I know you've seen things you probably shouldn't have."
My smile couldn't hide my embarrassment. She could see right through me.
As she walked out the door, she winked at me. She then held her hand up to her face like it was a phone, and mouthed 'call me'.
I was completely and totally hooked on her.
I kept telling myself it was just another dick. But then, I found myself often staring at those same other dicks, too. It was more unnerving though thinking Daddy could catch me leering at him.
I knew I'd eventually catch him staring at me, too. It was bound to happen. I'd often noticed him watching me with my clothes on. It seemed only natural though. I was his daughter. What father doesn't observe his kids from time to time? It had never bothered me before.
I was able to relax more, and even sit with him on the couch. The first time I snuggled against his side was a little disconcerting, but he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close just as if we'd had clothes on.
The touch of our naked bodies clouded my mind at first. I kept glancing between his legs to see if he was getting an erection. He never did. I began to relax even more with him after that.
I started thinking about Sarah and Pam. Now that they were spending much of their time with their boyfriends, I was on my own a lot more. I wasn’t interested in anyone though.
“Daddy, how did you first meet Mom?”
“I’ve told you about that how many times now?” he playfully asked.
“Not enough,” I replied. I then quickly asked, “Was it love at first sight?”
“It was certainly infatuation at first sight, but it took one, maybe two, hours for me to ask her to marry me,” he said jokingly.
He earned my best wry glare for that smartass reply.
“I’m serious,” I then said, looking at him sweetly. He was a sucker for that look. According to Mom, I’d perfected it when I was a baby.
“We had a class together at the start of our senior year. I saw her as soon as I walked into the room. The seat beside her wasn’t taken, and I almost tripped trying to get to it before anyone else.”
“She was that pretty, huh?”
“I had a hard time concentrating on what the professor was lecturing about. It didn’t help that your mother kept looking over at me, too.”
“And you asked her to eat lunch with you after class was over?”
“Maybe you should tell this story,” he chuckled.
“I like hearing you tell it,” I told him. “You both fell in love so fast.”
“I certainly did. We went out on a date that weekend, and we were practically inseparable after that.”
“So, you knew from the first moment that you could fall in love with her?”
“I wouldn’t say that, but I did know I’d do anything I could to get to know her better.”
“I think that is so cool,” I said. “Daddy, how many girls did you date?”
“A few,” he said, grinning.
“A few ... as in a few dozen?” I teased.
“Maybe a dozen,” he finally admitted.
“How young were you when you first went on a date?”
“I was fifteen. I’d just gotten a restricted driver’s license,” he said. “Why do you ask? Is it because Sarah and Pam have boyfriends?”
I was as subtle as a tornado.
“No reason,” I quickly said. Before he could call bullshit, I asked, “Did you ever date a girl that was older than you?”
“A few. Most older high school girls were more interested in college age guys,” he said. Then he quickly asked, “Are you interested in a college boy?”
“No ... Just wondering.”
“I get scared when you start wondering.”
“Don’t be a wuss, Daddy,” I teased him, which prompted him to retaliate with his biggest lethal weapon against me - tickling.
Mom gave us a few of her looks during the evening. She seemed more amused than bothered though. I tried to ignore it. We still weren't talking much either. But it felt like things were thawing out between us. She seemed a little bolder around me. I was beginning to see past the facade she had always shown when we were together.
When she came over late Tuesday morning, it was interesting watching her the first time she was naked around Mom. They both did a good acting job of making it seem like it was the first time that had happened.
I was listening to some music in my room when Sarah poked her head inside my door.
"Chica, come hang out with me and Jamie."
"Jamie's still not one of the cool kids,” I replied. “He and I have unfinished business."
"You're not gonna go on a roaring rampage of revenge, are you?”
"You're the only thing keeping him alive."
"Well, he is persona non grata to me for now."
"Look at you, 'Miss I Know Some Big Words'.”
"I'm not even sure I know what it means,” I said, grinning. “I heard Daddy say it once about someone he'd called a shithead."
Sarah jumped on top of me, pinning me to my bed, "Are you mad at me for forgiving him so fast?"
"No. But I'm his sister. He doesn't get off so easily with me. Not by a long shot. I'm glad you two are cool again though."
"He should've told you." she said.
"By the time I'm through with him, he'll think twice about keeping secrets from me that involve my family."
"We still need to talk," Sarah said, nervously.
"We will, but not with my doofus brother around."
"He went naked at my house yesterday ... around Mom and Dad."
Shit. She doesn't know he's fucked her mom. How do I tell her that?! I have to. I didn't go over there the previous day because of Jamie hanging out with Sarah. I really wanted to talk to Mrs. Clark about all of this.
"How did that go?" I asked.
"It was a little awkward. Mom didn't have a problem with it. Jamie acted a little weirded out at first," Sarah said.
"It's awkward just doing it around my own parents!"
"Yeah. I feel a little weird being naked with Jamie around your mom here.”
"You'd think we would be past anything being awkward," I said.
"Have you seen your dad with a hard-on yet?" she asked, grinning.
I was gonna say no to her, and that I was sure she could describe it in detail, but I didn’t.
Instead, I said, "I've seen him before by accident a few times, but not since we started being nudists yet. Have you seen your dad?"
I smiled knowing I could describe it for her. She had to be feeling as awkward as I was.
"Last night I did,” she said. “Mom was being frisky with him on the couch while we watched TV."
"Did he try to hide it from you?"
"Not really,” she said. “Neither he or Mom seemed to mind if I saw it or not."
I said, "It would embarrass me. But then, I'm not a guy. Maybe he likes showing off."
"That's kinda creepy."
"Sarah, everything we've been doing is creepy, if you think about it."
Jamie stopped at my bedroom door. I cut holes through him with my laser beam eyes. He knew better than to come in. Sarah laughed at us both.
I threw on a bra, top and shorts and ran downstairs. Mom was standing at the entrance to the family room still grinning. I got an uneasy feeling. She knew something I didn't, but this time she was going to enjoy my discovering it.
As soon as I stepped into the family room, I was ready to turn and kick Mom for setting me up like that.
Oh, Gawd. What was Peter doing here?
I walked around to sit on the couch, putting a little distance between us.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I was wondering if we could hang out some."
I glanced back toward the door. Mom was reveling in my discomfort, but turned and left when I gave her a quick evil eye.
I now knew for sure he had a crush on me. He was nervous too. I didn't have any real feelings for him though. In fact, I still thought he was a dork. He was cute though. He was more than four months younger than me. Why couldn't he be older?
He had been really great with me Saturday night. He had taken time to really make me feel good when the others had just wanted to put their cock in me somewhere. He had been the one that wanted to cuddle with me when it was all over with. I didn't want to lead him on though. I decided to be nice to him.
He began talking, "Saturday was awesome. Did you have fun?"
"It was fun,” I said. “I've never done anything like that before."
"Mom said you guys were trying out being nudists."
I wondered if he had been hoping to catch me naked. He almost did.
"We're trying it out some. Mostly in the evenings," I sorta lied, wondering if he were hinting at getting naked right then.
"We don't go naked around the house much at all, until late at night,” Peter replied. “There are just too many people coming and going all the time," he said.
"Friends of my parents, and people from my dad's job."
"That sucks. I'm not sure how it's going to work out for us yet. We don't get many people dropping by after supper though."
I noticed Mom hovering close to the entrance to the family room. She was really enjoying this. She was making me more uncomfortable than Peter had by showing up like this.
"You want to go up to my room for a while?"
I really didn't want him there, but it would shake Mom off of us for a while.
"Sure," he said, standing up eagerly. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea.
It wasn't so bad though. We played some music and talked about school starting back soon. I told him which teachers he wanted to avoid getting, but it wasn't like he could pick them. We talked about the stuff that happened Saturday, but he didn't bring up our having sex later that night.
He asked me if I'd ever drunk beer or smoked weed before that night. I was honest and said I hadn't. He said he had a few times, but it wasn't something he did a lot. I told him my parents would probably kill me if they knew. Funny how my having sex with practically everyone there wasn't something I was worried about them knowing.
I knew he wanted to do more with me than just talk. He didn't seem to know how to make a move on me though. I still thought he was a dork, but he was being really sweet to me.
"Thanks for being so nice to me Saturday night," I coyly said.
He seemed flustered. I moved closer to him and gave him a quick kiss. He might be a dork, but he wasn't bad looking at all. He was actually seriously cute.
"Do you think we could hang out ... maybe go to a movie sometime?"
Now I was on the spot. I'd just kissed him. Why the fuck did I kiss him? What a dumbass thing to do!
"Cool. Maybe this weekend?" he anxiously asked.
"Yeah. We can go Friday or Saturday."
Why the fuck was I giving him those days?! All my friends from school would see us together!
"Let’s go Friday,” he said. “You can pick the movie."
"Okay. We'll need to get a ride. I'll see if my mom can take us."
We talked for a while after that. I was a little surprised he didn't try to do anything else with me. It made me feel good that he didn't. The dork was growing on me. My friends were going to tease me though for dating a guy younger than me. I didn't want to care what they thought, but I did.
After Daddy got home from work, he was the first of us to get naked. Usually we waited until after supper, but he seemed to be in an adventurous mood. Mom got naked, but kept an apron on while she finished supper. Jamie was over at Sarah's, and probably would eat over there. I decided to get naked as well. It just seemed like the thing to do.
I sat with Daddy on the couch again, leaning my back up against his side. It allowed us to be close, but I wasn't constantly tempted to look at his cock. I knew he could look down at my body though without me knowing it. I kind of liked the thought of that, too. Mom would come into the room to glance at the TV from time to time. But I think she was enjoying seeing us together.
“I heard you had a gentleman caller today.”
Oh God. Not Daddy too!
“Yes, a boy came to see me today,” I said a little huffy. “We’re not getting married anytime soon though.”
“I got the impression from your mother that you weren’t expecting Peter.”
“Mother is enjoying this too much,” I whined. He chuckled.
“Do you like Peter?”
“I don’t know,” I softly said.
“He’s younger than you, huh?”
“Age is just a number,” he replied.
I looked up at him, “So, you won’t have any problem with me dating college boys?”
“If they have the balls to take you out after seeing my shotgun, go for it.”
“You don’t have a shotgun, Daddy.”
“I will tomorrow,” he stated.
“So ... if I went out with say ... Peter, would you shoot him?”
“When are you going out?”
“It’s just a hypothetical question, Daddy,” I lied.
“So, you don’t have a date with him?”
I decided to shut my mouth. Even Daddy was reading my mind now! I was going to have to start wearing a tinfoil hat.
“I’m just picking at you, sweetie,” he said affectionately.
I turned more to him and nuzzled up against his side, hoping my naked body would distract him so he wouldn’t ask me anything else. Mom then came in and sat with us. We were actually sitting around more together now that we were trying the nudist thing. It seemed more and more like a great idea. Who would've thought?
I was talking more with my father. He was my hero though, maybe not as much as when I was little, but I still adored him. Mom and I still weren't talking about the things I wanted to know about, but it was a real ice breaker.
I walked around to the front of the couch. At first I was just going to plop down onto the floor. I decided I needed to 'try harder'. So, I crawled up on the couch so that we were lying together, with her behind me. She seemed a little surprised at what I did at first, but then put her arm around me.
We didn't say much at first, but she finally broke the ice.
"How did things go with Peter?"
I started to tell her it was none of her business, but then remembered what Mrs. Thomas had said.
"Okay, I guess. He was nice to me Saturday. I wasn't expecting him to show up today though."
I think Mom was surprised that I didn't blow her off.
"Boys have a habit of doing that."
"You enjoyed it," I brashly told her.
"Maybe. My little girl isn't so little anymore."
She squeezed me, "You're growing up fast."
"I don't feel like I'm growing up at all," I said, instantly regretting I'd said it. I was being snotty. I knew Mom would also pick up on the drift of what I was saying.
Mom rubbed my arm, "That'll change. I promise."
"I'm sorry I said that."
"I deserved it."
We were both quiet for a short time.
"Can you drop us off at the movies Friday night?"
"I think he likes me."
"I think he more than likes you."
"I don't really like him."
"You don't have to. Just have fun. That's what I used to do."
'I'll let you know what time we're going,” I said. “We haven't talked about what we're going to see."
"I'll keep Friday open for you."
She kissed the back of my head.
"And thanks for not teasing me."
"I reserve the right to."
I looked back at her smiling.
It was the best talk we'd had in a very long time. I snuggled back against her more as we watched TV.
"Hey now, that's my spot," came Daddy's voice from behind the couch. Mom made a show of holding me tighter.
"You're late, mister. Your spot is taken."
I grinned at the both of them. I turned so that I could look at Mom.
I said, "Daddy's getting jealous. I better let him have his spot before he starts pouting."
Mom kissed my cheek before I moved to get up. She moved so Daddy could lie where she had been, and she snuggled up against him.
I moved over to a chair and said, "You guys behave now."
Daddy grabbed Mom's tit and squeezed it, which surprised the both of us.
Mom looked back at Daddy, "You heard the lady. Behave."
I smiled and turned back to watch TV.
Daddy got home from work earlier than usual. He surprised me a little when he showed up at my door.
"Is Sarah here with Jamie?"
"Yeah, they're in his room. They're naked. I can tell them to get dressed if you want."
"No. It's fine. I picked up some pizza on the way home. Come down and eat when you get ready." he said, turning to go back down the hall toward his bedroom.
Sarah being nude around him wasn't a new thing, but I wasn't supposed to know about what she and my parents were doing, at least as far as my parents were concerned. Sarah and I had yet to talk about things. With Jamie around, we might never.
Jamie and Sarah joined us downstairs. Daddy had shed off his clothes in his bedroom. I watched Sarah closely to see how she reacted being around him naked, especially with Jamie and me around. She looked a little awkward again at first, but seemed fine after a short time. They headed back upstairs after eating.
Daddy settled in to watch some TV, and I plopped down beside him.
"Is Mom going to be here soon?"
"She's helping Mrs. Clark do some shopping today. It may be late before she gets home."
That wasn't unusual. They were very close friends. Since I'd first realized they'd been having sex together, I'd began imagining that they were using their time together to do just that. It made me wonder how Daddy felt about their being alone like that. She could be having a threesome with Mr. Clark as well. Were they that open about things? Daddy didn't seem perturbed about her not being home.
"Daddy, how long has Mrs. Clark and Mom been friends?"
"They basically grew up together. They're more like sisters than friends."
"It would be cool to have a sister."
"Sorry, baby,” he replied. “No more babies for me and your mom."
"So, you're neutered?" I joked with him.
"That's a little personal. Isn't it, missy?"
"I'm just pickin', Daddy."
"Well, your mom and I both are fixed, if you must know."
Convenient, I thought.
"Oh well, no baby sister for me, I suppose."
"I'd think you'd be jealous of a little sister."
"Maybe when I was younger. It'd be cool to have a little sister now."
"You could play mom?"
"I just think it'd be fun to be a big sister."
"You wouldn't be the baby anymore."
"Yeah, I wouldn't be your baby girl."
"You will always be my baby girl. You best get used to that."
"But I'm not a baby anymore."
"You're definitely growing up fast, but you'll always be my baby."
I hugged him and scooted down so my head was lying in his lap like I'd done for years, but not since we’d started trying out the nudist thing. After doing it, I was quickly reminded that we were both naked. His bare cock was awfully close to the back of my head. It wasn't any closer than in the past though. Funny how the lack of clothes changed things.
Mom got home before it got too late. I'd dozed off in the same spot with my head on Daddy's lap. I woke up enough to realize she was telling him she was going to take a long hot bath.
We'd been watching one of the movie channels. While I'd been asleep, the movie we'd been watching had ended. The one he was watching now had a lot of nudity and sexual situations in it. It wasn't like we hadn't watched stuff like that before, but I was a little surprised he would watch it alone with me, especially with us both naked.
I was feeling a little cramped from lying in the same position for so long. I turned so that I was lying on my back with my head still in his lap, looking up toward his face. His cock was right next to the side of my face. For the first time, I didn't mind. I was getting more comfortable with all of this.
"Daddy, you never asked me about Saturday."
"What about Saturday?"
"About me going to the Rayners ... finding everyone naked."
"I know that was awkward,” he said. “Awkward for everyone."
"I know why you and Mom were hiding that from me."
He noticeably tensed. I realized then how loaded that question was.
"Hiding what, baby?"
"The nudist thing."
"We just weren't sure when to tell you."
"You should've told me sooner. I'm old enough."
"We should've. You're definitely old enough."
"I guess you know what went on that night.”
I left that out there as a statement more than as a question.
"I know you got to play Twister for the first time."
"Yeah. Naked Twister."
"Did that bother you?"
"Not at all. It was fun. Some interesting things happened when everyone would collapse into a pile."
"I imagine so. Were you okay with everything?"
"Nothing happened that bothered me."
"I heard you drank a little. And probably smoked a little."
Oh shit. He could tell from the look on my face that I knew I was busted.
"Don't make a habit of that."
"Are you mad?"
"No. Just be smart about that kind of stuff."
"I didn't get drunk or anything."
"You're my smart girl."
"You don't mind that I played Twister naked?"
"Did something happen that's bothering you now?"
"There was a lot of touching."
"Touching would've happened if you’d had your clothes on. Twister is a game that was invented so that people could get away with touching each other all over."
We both were quiet for a moment.
"Did someone do something they shouldn't?"
"I think we all did things we shouldn't have."
"Sounds like your mom and I missed out on the fun."
I started to tell him he probably had plenty of fun with Sarah, but I knew better.
"There was a lot of fun to go around."
I was surprised that he was letting this conversation go on like this.
"Did you have a lot of fun?"
"I did. A lot."
"Like what?" he said. His voice gave away the growing tension our conversation was creating.
"Your smart girl wasn't always a good girl."
"You mean the drinking?"
"Not just that."
"Not just that either."
"Did you do a lot of touching?"
"Would it bother you if I did?"
"Depends on what you did."
"Want me to show you?"
I couldn't believe I asked that! But I was curious what he would say.
"I touched guys."
"Touched guys what?"
"Their ... penises."
"You mean cocks, don't you?"
I wondered if he just wanted to say that dirty word in front of me.
He was breathing harder.
"Whose? The boys?"
"Most everyone, I suppose."
"Even the men?"
"Yeah, even the men."
It was then that I felt his cock growing against the underside of my head. He was getting an erection! He squirmed some, but it had nowhere to go but up, and my head was blocking it. I intentionally laid there without moving though.
"Are you mad?"
"Uh ... no. I guess that's to be expected playing Twister."
"I wasn't always playing Twister."
"What do you mean?”
I thought his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He had me to move enough so his cock wasn't trapped any longer. I pretended not to notice it standing tall right beside my face. I glanced toward his stomach and saw the swollen head and about half of the thick shaft. I was also breathing hard now. I wasn't sure where all of this was headed, but I was too caught up in what we were doing to stop.
"I touched them at different times ... like when I was sitting in their laps."
"When were you doing that?"
"One time in the hot tub."
"You were sitting on someone's lap?"
"Mr. Walcott. I was sitting beside him and he picked me up and had me sit sideways in his lap."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
"He was pressed against me."
"How do you mean?"
"His thing was pressing into my leg."
"You mean his cock? That can happen ..."
"He was hard."
"Did it bother you?"
"No, but ... well, let me show you."
I leaned up and moved onto Daddy's lap crossways like I'd been sitting in Mr. Walcott's.
"I was like this. He was pressed up against the side of my hip ... like you are."
"If that is all, that's not a big thing."
"It was big, Daddy. He was hard like you are. His had hair though. I think I like it without hair."
"I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have gotten ..."
"Hard? Don't be sorry. Mr. Walcott said erections can happen. It's natural."
"He's right, but ..."
"It's natural, Daddy. Look at my nipples." I twisted around a little to face him better, so he could see both of my nipples more easily. I was still sitting sideways in his lap with his cock still pressing against me.
"See. They're hard, too. It happens."
"I guess you were bound to see me with an erection."
"Yep. I know it's kinda embarrassing. You don't have to be with me."
"Are you embarrassed that your nipples are hard?"
"Not at all. I hugged a few people with my nipples hard. I know they had to feel them."
"Who did you hug?"
"I'm glad you two are getting to know each other better."
"I also hugged Mr. Walcott while I was sitting with him."
"Was he embarrassed?"
"Here, let me show you," I said, turning to straddle him. When I was situated in his lap, his hard shaft was pressing against my pussy and lower abdomen.
"You must've hugged him in the hot tub."
"Yeah, I turned around so that I was facing him like this.”
I put my arms around his neck, pressing my tits against his chest. I held myself against him. His cock was trapped against me. The heat from it against my mound and stomach had me squirming.
Daddy was more than a little flustered.
He asked, "Did you hug like this?"
"We hugged for a while, Daddy."
"You were okay with it?"
"I was more than okay with it. He was being nice to me."
I slowly squirmed more against his cock. The underside of his shaft was rubbing along my slit. I was horny as fuck. He was horny, too. This was oh so wrong. But neither of us seemed to have the will power to separate. His hands started rubbing up and down my back. It didn't take long for his hands to settle close to my butt.
We didn't say anything for what seemed like minutes. I nuzzled into his neck. His hands finally were cupping my butt cheeks. I was gently rutting against him. What we were doing was incredibly dangerous, but neither of us wanted to break the spell. If I rose up just a little more, he could've easily ended up inside me.
I wondered if he was rationalizing what we were doing like I was. We were going to pass this off as just a father and daughter embracing and holding each other. That was going to be the explanation. I held on though, knowing this may never happen again. His stiff shaft was rubbing against my clit so good.
I whimpered a little before putting my mouth against his shoulder to keep myself quiet. He squeezed my butt though, which almost cause me to moan loudly. I was his daughter, and he was my father. We just weren't going to let this go further, but we weren't giving up on the moment any sooner than we had to.
He was squeezing my butt cheeks. It wasn't a quick squeeze either. He was enjoying the feel of my tight ass. He was helping me rut against him.
The noise of someone coming down the stairs finally broke the spell, and brought me back to my senses. I was shaking though. He was flushed. I quickly looked down at his cock. We were wet from both our juices. My pussy was still kissing the underside of his shaft.
I quickly leaned in and kissed his lips softly, "I'll always be your girl."
I intentionally left off the 'baby'.
I quickly scooted off his lap, grabbed a throw blanket from the end of the couch, threw it on his lap to cover his still throbbing and wet erection, and laid back down the way I was before. Mom walked in the room shortly after.
"I see someone has claimed my spot," she said.
"I can let you have him back, if you want?" I smiled, glancing between her and him. I was still shaking though. I hoped Mom couldn't tell.
I got up and moved over to the chair. Mom laid down where I'd been. After she put her head down on his lap, she reached back and pulled the blanket away. She immediately turned to look at his hard cock. She must've felt it through the blanket.
I stared ahead as best I could, but I could see her look at me and smile. She then looked up at Daddy's face and smiled at him as well. She could see he was still out of sorts. She reached up to rub his cheek though. It was a tender moment. She knew he was hard because of me, but it didn't seem to bother her at all.
After a short time, I went upstairs to my bedroom. Sarah was still with Jamie in his. I was surprised she hadn't gone home earlier. As late as it was getting, I figured she'd spend the night with me. Maybe we'd get to talk finally. It was time we told each other everything.
After turning on the small bedside lamp, I turned the overhead light off and lay back on the bed. I was tired, but horny as hell.
What happened downstairs with Daddy had me turned on, but also worried. I'd been the one to push things, and I'd gone too far with him. Mom also had to know something was up. We'd both been doing so well at breaking the ice between us. Once she thought more about it, would she be pissed off with me? I closed my eyes and tried to forget about it all.
I awoke to my mom's voice, "Melissa."
Still half asleep, I looked up at her sitting on the bed beside me.
"Your father and I are going to bed."
Why had she felt the need to tell me that?
"Sarah is in Jamie's room. Her mom said she could spend the night."
"She's still in Jamie's room?"
"Yes. She'll probably sleep in there."
"I looked at her wide-eyed."
"Why are you shocked at that?"
"You're going to let them sleep together?"
"They're doing everything else together."
"But what? It's wrong? Was what you did with your father earlier wrong?"
"Mom! We ... nothing happened!”
I was completely flustered. What did she know? Had she seen more than I thought?"
"He told me what happened."
"Sure. He told me everything. Every little detail."
I froze in fear.
"He doesn't keep secrets from me."
"We didn't do anything though!"
She gave me that look I knew all too well. She knew exactly what I'd done.
"Mom, I didn't do anything wrong!”
I was pleading.
"We were just hugging," I said, trying to defend something I knew I couldn't.
She gave me a wry smile, "You don't think what you did with your father was wrong then?"
"Not to me."
She looked at me carefully, "Not to me either then."
I looked at her skeptically.
"If we're going to live a nudist lifestyle, then close contact is going to create some ... interesting moments."
I looked down. Even though she was letting me off easy, I knew I had been busted.
She leaned closer to me, "I don't think you did anything wrong."
I cut my eyes up at her.
"If you had gone any further, then we may have needed a different kind of talk."
I still wasn't sure I was off the hook.
She leaned in closer, "I'm not mad at all about it. I thought it was a beautiful moment. You're growing up so fast."
I smiled shyly, but said nothing.
"I grew up fast, too."
My eyes widened again.
"If anything, I should be thanking you. Your father is probably going to screw me silly tonight."
What the hell? She'd never talked like this to me before!
"Don't you 'mom' me," she tickled my sides before kissing me. "You want to hear the details about it in the morning?"
"You and Daddy? Uh, TMI, Mom."
"Too much info for you? Pffft. Don't even pretend to be a prude."
Busted again. She knew me too well. She leaned down and hugged me, kissing my cheek.