Warning: The following is a work of fiction and imagination. It explores themes of emerging sexuality, along with the feelings and challenges that can bring. It also takes place within a family. All the actions contained in this story have been written in a way that is non-coercive, or exploitive, reflecting a respect for all the imaginary characters contained within it. If this is not your cup of tea, move on. If you are curious to see if it might be, welcome. To date, there are four chapters. I will be posting one chapter per blog post. Be sure to read them in order. 

A Family Man

Chapter One 

Part One: Jim

It was late. I had taken off my boots by the door, not wanting to wake the kids. No one was expecting me for another two days, but there had been a major machine failure that would take some time to fix, so, rather than have us hanging around doing nothing, the company had flown us out of camp early. I only had one thing on my mind as I headed to the stairs leading to the three upstairs bedrooms; surprising my wife with a kiss and sleep.

As I neared the top of the stairs, I could hear muffled noises coming from our son’s room. Thinking nothing of it, I turned towards my own room and my sleeping wife. It was then I heard what sounded like a woman’s groan coming from my son’s room. No, not any woman’s groan, it sounded like Lisa, my wife. Concerned, I changed direction and placed my ear against, Rob’s door. As the door was not completely closed, as I placed by head against it to listen, it opened slightly. Looking through the crack, I saw something so outrageous I just simply could not take it in. There was my son, lying on his bed, naked and flat on his back. Also, naked, and crouched over his torso, with her ass facing out to me, was my wife. I stood frozen, unable to move, to speak, or seemingly to breathe, as I realized that she was sucking our 18-year-old son’s cock. With one hand she was steadying his hard, saliva slicked, member into her mouth, while her other hand reached up from under her belly and was busily pumping fingers into her obviously dripping pussy. Rob’s eyes were closed and his young back was arched; it was clear that he wasn’t far from coming in his mother’s mouth. As his back arched in a spasmatic thrust, I could sense that he was releasing his load. “Mom”, he murmured, “I love you”.

Now, despite being a big strong guy, used to working hard in the bush, I am, at heart, quite mild and unassuming, and I was simply was too shocked to know what to do. I quickly retreated from the door, and worked my way quietly back down the stairs. Putting my boots back on, I let myself out the back door, and began to walk aimlessly.

A thousand questions were running through my head. Should I have done something? Maybe, but what would a sudden scene have accomplished? Should I confront her? Maybe, but that could mean the end of our family. and family was all I had ever cared about. I had to do something, but what?

Lisa and I had married young, at 18, right after we had discovered she was pregnant with the twins, Rob and Terri. Funny to think that the kids were the same age now as when Lisa and I married. To me they seem so young. Maybe we had been too, and just hadn’t realized it. Looking back over the last 18 years, our lives had been, until tonight, ordinary, nice; just the way I liked it.

I don’t know how long I had been wandering in a daze, but, eventually, I came to a decision. For tonight, I would do nothing. Maybe in the morning it would all be clearer. I took out my cell and called home. I had no desire for any more surprises. I struggled to keep my voice normal as I explained to Lisa what had happened at the camp, and that I would be home in a half hour. She asked if I wanted her to fix me something, “like fix the family you’ve broken?”, I thought, but I just said that no, I was tired, and just wanted to get to bed.

This time when I got to the house and opened the back door, Lisa was there waiting for me in an old T-shirt and pair of panties. She threw herself at me, kissing me and grabbing my crotch. I gently pushed her off, buying time to gather my wits. I slipped off my boots, repeating to myself over and over, like a mantra or charm to ward of disaster, “Just act normal”. I passively let her take my hand and lead me up the stairs to our room, where she playfully, but forcefully pushed me back on the bed. Kneeling beside the bed, she unbuckled my belt, opened my jeans, and thrust her hand inside and grabbed my cock. While my one head was confused, trying to make sense of everything I’d seen that night, my other head, predictably, had a mind of its own. As Lisa took my stiffening cock into her warm, wet, mouth, I groaned. Still sucking, she grabbed either side of the waist of my pants and pulled them down. As she knelt and sucked greedily at my cock, her right hand crept down between her legs and started rubbing. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as she impatiently pulled her panties to one side and began to finger fuck herself. Lisa had always been an eager lover, but I couldn't say that I had ever seen her this intensely horny. As she slipped her fingers in and out of herself, pussy juice ran down her fingers. She was so wet that I could actual hear the sloshing noises of her wetness as her fingers slammed in and out her hole ever more furiously and fast. Standing up, she pulled down her panties in one movement, and shucked her t-shirt with another, exposing her glistening pussy and thick, hanging breasts. Without so much as a word, she jumped on the bed and grabbing my now hard dick, mounted me, swallowing my dick up into her.

As she greedily moved up and down on me, I was suddenly gripped by the vision of what I had seen her do earlier. Anger shot through me like an electrical jolt. This woman who I had loved, had betrayed us all; her family, and now was enjoying herself like there was nothing wrong in the world. In a moment, my anger which had been hot, turned cold and vengeful. For the first time in our 18-year married life, my arm shot up and my hand encircled her throat. Twisting her off of me, and moving my hand from her throat to her hair, I pushed her face into the pillow, hard. With my other hand, I grabbed my hard cock and guided it to her butthole, and in one motion drove my cock into her ass as far as it would go. From the pillow came a whimper, and her body visibly tensed. Letting go of her head, I grabbed one of her butt cheeks in either hand, squeezing hard to gain a good purchase, and driven by a fury, drove my cock in and out of her ass without mercy. Feeling my balls tense, I knew I had little time before I was to cum. Pulling my cock out, and my fury not spent, I again grabbed her hair, forcing her to lay flat on her back. Once I had her positioned, I again grabbed her throat, squeezing hard, watching her surprised eyes as she looked up at me. With one hand on her neck, I used the other to furiously pump my dick. I half-pulled her up and shoved the tip of my cock into her refusing mouth, releasing my anger, my semen, and my control.

Rolling off of her, I lay looking up at the ceiling, disgusted with myself, with her, and with the betrayal that threatened to destroy our family. A rustling beside me, then her head was on my chest. Her hand

explored the outlines of my chest and stomach muscles. Surprised, I looked down where her head lay, angled and looking up at me. “Jim”, she half whispered, “That was amazing”. As she looked up at me, her eyes soft with love, I knew that I could not hate her. This was the one and only person I had ever loved as a partner. Right then, I resolved that we would work things out, we would be a family no matter what. I loved her, in sickness as well as in health.

Part Two: Terri

“Terri!”

Holy shit! There was my dad sitting at the kitchen table, staring at me with a look part horror and part genuine confusion.

“Dad, weren’t you supposed to be home Sunday?”, I said.

Now my dad is a really sweet guy. He is also quite shy and soft spoken; sort of the opposite that you would expect from such a large and powerful man.

“Uh, Terri baby”, he stammered, blushing, “You don’t have any clothes on”.

“Sorry, dad”, I said, “I was just sneaking down to grab something from the laundry and didn’t expect anyone to be up”.

“Uh, sorry baby. I didn’t mean to embarrass you”.

Funny thing with dad, he always ended up blaming himself for everything.

Of course, I couldn’t tell him the real reason I was naked. Mom, Rob and I, when dad was away at work at the camps, never wore clothes at home. Our home nudism corresponded to dad’s calendar, two weeks off (clothes), one week on (when dad was at home). And since dad’s schedule had always been predictable, it had never been a problem. It wasn’t that we being dishonest with him, it is just that we all felt, that being who he was, it would be hard for him to understand. We all love dad. He is a sweet, gentle, giant. But, I suppose, on the other hand, we have another family as well; Rob, mom and me, with our own way of doing things.

It had all started some years ago.

We live fairly far out in the country, which affords us a lot of privacy. Mom loves to sunbathe, and if she thought we were not around, she would do so topless. Both my brother and I are thin and short. Dad is big, and mom, though she is not fat, is 5’10” with a thickish body. I have tiny little breasts, they barely grew out at all, while mom’s are big and fat, hang down, and have large brown areole. The differences between mom and dad and me and Rob, have always been a family joke, with dad saying that they found us in a basket by the front door and took us in because we were so small that they took pity. Rob and me look more like 13 than 18. I don’t really care, but I know that Rob gets teased a lot, which has made him shy and a loner. I guess being twins, small, and living out of town, meant that we hung out together a lot and were close.

That is not to say that Rob was not a pain in the ass, and, definitely, a perv. More than once I saw him looking out his upstairs bedroom window, staring at mom sunbathing and touching himself under his

pants. One day, I mentioned it to him, and teasingly told him that I was going to tell mom. I’m his sister and don’t mind torturing him, but, when I told him that, he looked horror stricken and actually began to cry. Jeez, I wasn’t really going to tell in the first place, but seeing the look on his face, I felt bad and calmed him down assuring that I was only kidding. We had had secrets before, but this one I knew was very, very, important to him. It didn’t stop me from calling him perv all the time, but he trusted me, that I was just bugging him.

Rob is the sneaky kind, and around 13 or 14, I noticed that he was always “accidentally” trying to get a look at me, or even catch me naked. He never said anything, but, for instance, if I was using the pool, I would feel him staring at me. On one hand it felt creepy, on the other, I kind of liked it. I guess, looking back now, I was a little jealous of mom and her full woman’s body, and the way that Rob was always spying on her. Myself, having almost no tits, still don’t, and a boyish body, it felt unfair that no one had ever really looked at me that way. I don’t exactly know why, but I started leaving my door open, just a crack, and walking around in just my panties. Sometimes, when we were watching TV, I’d lay on the floor in front of the couch, watching, wearing only a long T and panties. I knew he was watching me, and when I would get up, I’d notice he had a boner pressing against his pants. I guess I liked the fact that someone was noticing me.

One day, mom came in while we were watching TV. She said that we needed to have a family talk. Family Guy was just finishing, so I hit the remote and sat up cross legged to hear what mom had to say. Rob was doing his best to cover up his boner. Mom took a long look at us both, taking it all in, me with my tease outfit of T and panties, and Rob with his obvious hardon. She was acting kind of nervous.

“Well, you two, I might as well just get to the point. I’ve been noticing some things going on around here; things that are a little embarrassing to talk about. I want you both to know that I love you and am not mad at either of you, but we have to sort this out before things get out of hand.”

Rob and I glanced at each other wondering if the other knew what she was talking about. Nope.

“You are both teenagers now, and that means that you are both developing sexual curiosity.”

Rob blushed, while I got busy picking lint from the carpet.

“Rob, sweetie, I know that you watch me when I sunbathe without my top on. And last night, I saw you looking through the crack in your sister’s door and, well, rubbing yourself.”

Mom was looking pretty embarrassed herself, while Rob had turned white and looked close to tears. Thankfully, it looked like I was off the hook here, so I began to relax, though I was fascinated to see what would come next.

“Terri”, mom began, looking at me. “Don’t think that I don’t notice you teasing your brother and leading him on.”

“But mom!”, I interrupted, protesting my innocence.

“Don’t interrupt me Terri, this is hard enough as it is. The bottom line”, she continued, “is that we have to figure out what we are going to do. Look kids, this is all perfectly normal, but...”, her words trailing off.

Mom hesitated for a moment or two, then seeming to make up her mind, she began again, but his time more confidently.

“Rob, Terri, I want you to look at me. What I am about to tell you has to stay between the three of us. Can we agree to that?”

We both nodded our heads, willing to agree to anything to get this over with.

“Fine.”, mom said, having seemed to have come to some kind of decision. “When I was your age, Uncle Brad and I used to get up to the same kind of things as you, and even more. It’s pretty normal.”

Holy shit! Mom and Uncle Brad! This was getting interesting!

“What I am trying to say is that curiosity is normal, and I would rather you satisfy that curiosity at home, rather than in the backseat of some strangers car.”

“What do you mean mom?”, Rob asked in a husky voice.

“Well, first of all our bodies are natural, and it is natural to be curious about them. Where we end up getting screwed up is when we are taught to be ashamed of them. I suggest that we try an experiment. Since it is the summer holidays, and pretty warm anyway, I propose that we try going nude when we are at home. Now I get that this might seem strange, and that maybe you kids might be reluctant to join in at first, but I have thought long and hard about this, and I think it is the healthiest thing that we can do. So, who’s up for joining me?”

And with that mom started unbuttoning her blouse.

Rob and I just sat like two stone statues watching as mom, stripped off her blouse, then released her two large breasts from her bra. As she unzipped the back of her skirt, she looked at us with a grin and asked if anyone was going to join her. I looked at Rob sitting on the couch and staring, then back at my mom stepping out of her skirt. The only thing she had left was her panties which she proceeded to slide off. Finished her impromptu strip, she stood there looking at us for a bit, then said, “I’m going to make myself a drink, and go lay by the pool for a bit. You two talk it over, and let me know when you’ve made up your minds.” “Just one more thing. Rob, I can see that seeing me has given you an erection. That is completely normal.” “If you didn’t, I would be worried”, she said with a smile. “Terri, I don’t want to find out that you were teasing him about that. Okay?”

And, with that, mom got up and left the room, with the two of us staring at her ass in stunned surprise.

Part 3: Rob

I felt light-headed, almost as if I might faint. I don’t know if it was all the blood rushing from my head to pump up the hardest erection that I had ever had, or the fact that I had just seen my first fully naked woman, or that I had just experienced the weirdest 20 minutes of my life. I couldn’t even be sure that it had just happened. When I looked down at Terri, she was staring at my cock as it pushed against my pajama bottoms. My mother was crazy, my sister was being weird, and if didn’t come soon, I was going to die from the pain. Without a word, I got up and ran to my room, locked the door and freed my aching dick from my clothes. Even now I don’t have a big cock, about 5 ½ inches, at best. Back then, it was even

smaller. But big or small, it still needed pumping. My hardon was covered in pre-cum making my boner nice and slippery. I was about to finish myself off, when I remembered that mom had said she was going to lay by the pool. I got down on my knees and crawled over to my window, so that I couldn’t be seen from below. Poking my head up just enough to peek, I could see my mom, laying on her stomach, her naked ass, big and round, with her legs stretched wide enough apart to form a v. She was too far away for me to get a good look at what lay at the center of that v, but my imagination kicked in where my eyesight failed. Suddenly, that was not my mom anymore, just the first, beautiful, female ass I had seen nude, and as I pumped my cock, I imagined I was rubbing it between those amazing cheeks. Within seconds, I came, spasming, shaking, moaning, and shooting my load straight up with much of it splatting onto the window. Just then mom turned onto her back and glanced up to my window, catching me with my look of horror and cum dripping down the glass. She smiled. I wanted to die.

I laid down on my bed, and just stared at the ceiling. Too much had transpired over the last half hour for me to even begin to process. Random thoughts would appear and disappear in a senseless jumble; the v between my mom’s legs, the confusion I felt, what my sister’s cunny might look like, the smell of my semen, and how ashamed I felt to have these thoughts.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Go away”, I yelled.

“Robbie, it’s me”, Terri whispered through the door. “I need to talk or I think I’ll go crazy”, she added.

I certainly got the going crazy part, but I didn’t see how talking would help.

“Aw, what the hell!” “Just a sec”.

Realizing I was still naked, I looked around for something clean to pull on, grabbing a pair off swimming trunks laying on the floor.

I opened the door, letting Terri in, and returned to my prone position staring at the ceiling.

“Holy Shit!”, Terri squealed. “Is that all yours?”.

Suddenly grasping her meaning; the cum still on the window, I groaned and turning buried my face in the pillow.

“Hey, little bro (she had been born 11 minutes before me), I am super impressed!”. “I’m not kidding”.

“Wait a minute. Where you looking at mom when you did that?”

Terri sat on the edge of my bed. When I didn’t reply, her voice softened, though her words were firm.

“Listen Robbie, we can’t just hide and pretend that none of this is happening. It’s not fair to just leave me alone to try and deal with all of this.” “Maybe mom is right. I’d rather learn about stuff here than from some creep trying to paw me in some movie theater.” “I mean, mom’s smart, she loves us, and knows a lot more about these things than we do. I guess I might be willing to try if you are.”

I rolled over to face her. For some reason my trouser snake was already beginning to thicken again.

“I mean, you’ve already seen my boobies”.

Actually, I hadn’t. The most I had seen through the crack in the door was a flash of her legs and panties.

“So, seeing them again would be no big deal, right?”

I knew she was wrong and my cock was rising to prove it.

“I guess not”, I lied.

“But if I do this, I’m not doing this alone. Get it?”.

My lust wrestled with my embarrassment, for a moment or two. It was close. In the end, teen-aged hormones prevailed.

“All right”, I conceded, though terrified nonetheless.

And with that, Terri lifted her t-shirt up, pulled it over her head, and threw it into the corner with a dramatic flourish.

“Well?”, she asked, “What do you think?”.

Terri’s upper body was pretty much like mine, after all we are twins, except, where I was flat, she had two tiny titties. They were kind of triangular and topped with two small nipples, both standing fully erect. I guess, that even when I tried to get a look at her, or when I saw her in her bikini by the pool, I still thought of her as my skinny, gawky, sister. But looking at her now, her hair in pigtails, her face and throat flushed red, her freckles, her eyes playful, and her beautiful small breasts; as beautiful as anything I had ever seen, I saw her differently. I always have loved my sister, but, right that moment, I fell a little in love with her.

“Earth to planet Rob”, she said impatiently. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

She reached up and cupped one of her breasts in her hand, then gave her nipple a little pinch.

“They’re beautiful”, I finally stammered.

She seemed quite pleased with my answer.

“Well”, she said, looking directly at my tent-poled shorts.

“Uh, listen Terri”, I began, “I just need a couple of minutes alone first. I’m not trying to back out, I just need a few minutes”, I begged.

“No way Buster”, she replied.

And with that she jumped up, grabbing my shorts and began tugging to pull them off. We began to wrestle, her determined to expose my cock, and me determined to preserve my dignity. It was amazing. Her naked chest was rubbing against me, and her breathing was ragged. My poor cock was pumping pre-cum like a Texas oil well, and my heart was pounding like a cop with an arrest warrant at a suspect’s door. Slipping through my grasp, Terri succeeded in springing my cock free of my shorts. Suddenly, everything went still. The only thing moving was my over-excited penis, jumping up and down as I lost control and shot my load all over my belly.

Daring a glance to where Terri sat straddled over my legs, I could see her staring in fascination. I wasn’t really thinking about it, at the time, but this was the first penis she had ever seen, much less the first time she had ever seen a guy cum. As she stared, saucer-eyed, at my semi-erect cock, I noticed that she was moving her crotch against my leg. I also noticed that her panties were wet. Not knowing any better at the time, I thought she had peed, and roughly pushed her off; the big wet spot obvious as she rolled back.

“Hey, what did you do that for?”, she demanded, obviously surprised and offended.

“I have to go pee”, I lied, rolling off the bed and leaving her standing there bewildered as I made my escape in the direction of the can.

Part Four: Lisa

By the time I left the kids, I was literally shaking. God damn it! Jim was a wonderful guy, he worked hard, he was sweet, but, at the end of the day, there was only one parent in this family, and I had to make the best decisions that I could. And I’ll be damned if I am going to let them grow up twisted, ashamed, and fucked up over sex.

I was lucky. I grew up on a kind of commune where my parents were hippies. Say what you want, about idealism, free love and alternative lifestyle, as a kid growing up, I felt safe, free, and a respected human being. I want my kids to feel the same; free of societies narrow minded ideas.

If anyone thinks that stripping off in front of your kids is an easy thing, they’re wrong. It was a huge gamble. But having my kids grow up ashamed of their bodies and ashamed over their natural feelings was something I did not want, and this was the only thing that I could think of that made sense.

I laid out by the pool a long time. If my kids didn’t buy in to the idea of family nudity and openness, I didn’t have a plan B. It is not like I didn’t want it for myself, as well. I love the feeling of being naked. I even get a little thrill knowing that Robbie gets off looking at me sometimes. Why not?

Growing up, there was a fair amount of nudism, first in our home, then when we moved to the commune, everyone swam naked at the swimming hole. The first two guys I ever saw naked were my dad and my little brother. My little brother was just a kid, but as I began to develop, I would often fantasize about touching my dad. I loved him, and thought, with his long blond hair and rugged good looks, that he must be the handsomest guy in the world. It never happened, though I still fantasize about it from time to time. My point is that fantasies are just fantasies. They can be thrilling, but they do no harm as long as you can tell the difference between them and real life.

Turning over, to tan my front, I glanced up, and noticed Robbie ducking his head out of view at his bedroom window, followed immediately by a stream of semen hitting the window pane. I know that he saw me, and was probably feeling embarrassed to death. This is exactly why I wanted to get things in the open. This sneaky, shaming stuff had to end, for their sakes. I had taken the lead, but there was no way that I would force anything on them. This had to be their choice.

I must have drifted off for a while, because, when I came to, there were the twins. They were sitting in loungers, at opposite ends of the pool, studiously avoiding each other; Terri with a book, and Robbie

with his Gameboy. Terri was topless, but with her bikini bottoms on. Robbie was buck naked, but turned away so that all I could see was his butt. Well, it seemed like a good start. They were obviously uncomfortable with each other, but that was to be expected. We’d all work through it.

Looking to break the tension, I asked Terri if she would help me make some sandwiches and ice tea in the kitchen. She seemed happy enough for something to do and readily agreed. As we walked to the house. we passed Robbie, doing his best to act casual while covering his erection. He pretended not to notice us, but I could see his reflection in the patio door, hungrily taking in the sight of his mom’s large, and sister’s tiny, ass. I will admit it gave me a little thrill.

As Terri and I busied ourselves in the kitchen, she told me what had happened upstairs, and how she had felt hurt by the way Robbie had acted. I explained that he was, probably, just embarrassed at having ejaculated in front of her, and not to worry. Things would settle down in a day or two. I asked her what she had thought about seeing her first cock and a guy cumming. She reflected a bit then admitted that it had excited her. I then asked why she had left her bikini bottoms on. She admitted that she did not have much hair down there, and was embarrassed that she would look too much like a kid.

“Do you mind if mom takes a look?”, I asked.

Terri just shrugged her shoulders, which I took for consent.

Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I gently eased the waistband over her hips and pulled the bottom down to her feet. I lifted one foot to indicate that she should step out of them, and she did so, her arm on my shoulder to keep her balance.

“Okay”, I said, “let’s see what we have”.

I pushed against her ankle to widen her stance and afford me a better view. Terri stood stock still, and I could sense that whatever I might say would be important to her. She had been right in the sense that the hair she had was still sparse and downy. Other than that, however, she was more young lady than girl. She was beautifully formed and gave off a pleasant faint musky scent. I could not help but notice, that as I gazed at her, her lips parted ever so slightly, and I could see moisture appearing. I was surprised to feel myself becoming aroused as well. To break the spell, I bent at the waist, gave her mound a little peck of a kiss, stood up, cupped her chin in my hand, in order to look directly in her eyes and pronounced her young pussy absolutely, even extraordinarily perfect!

Terri broke out in a big grin, and nestling against me, embraced me in a huge, naked, kid, hug. As her slender body embraced mine, her head at the height of my breasts, I had this sudden urge to guide my nipple into her mouth, and feel her suckle again; an urge that sent an electrical shock through my body. Instead, I disentangled myself and busied with the lunch making.

“Just one thing kiddo”, I casually said, looking down at the potato salad I was dishing out, “Leave the bottoms in here.”

And with conspiratorial smiles, we brought lunch out to the back yard.