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. If this is your first visit, scroll down to chapter one. It is important to read the story in order.

Chapter Three

Part One: Terri

I had never been so nervous in my life as when we heard dad's truck coming up the driveway. Mom, Rob, and I, all looked at each other. Rob gave us a thumbs up, and that helped. As we heard dad come in, mom called out to him that we were out back, and that he had better not have forgotten the steaks. Rob had made sure that the barbecue was all fired up, and mom and me had spent the afternoon making a real German potato salad, my dad's favorite. There was a pitcher of sangria on the table for us (our second of the day, were truth to be told), and an ice bucket full of Dos Equis, my dad's favorite beer. We had even put up colorful paper lanterns. It all looked perfect.
Dad sounded cheerful as he came down the hall. "I may be getting old, but I'd never forget the steaks".
Opening the patio sliders, he stepped out, and immediately came to a dead halt.
"Daddy", I squealed as I rushed forward to give him an enthusiastic hug, doesn't it all look perfect?"
Dad embraced me back, but like he was on automatic, rather than his usual bear hug.
Robbie stepped up with a beer in hand, "Cold one dad?".
Mom, doing her part, came up, gave him a peck on the cheek, and suggested that he have a seat and relax while we got the steaks going. Dad, seemingly grateful for direction, sank into one of the cushioned chairs. Mom and I returned to getting things ready, while Rob carefully laid the steaks on to cook Naked, the three of us completely naked. At least Rob was not sporting his usual boner.

Part Two: Lisa

I am proud of my kids, but as they went about their tasks, naked in front of their dad, acting as if it were the most normal thing in the world, my heart was busting with pride at their courage and composure.
As Terri and I finished the last of our dinner preparations, I was watching Jim out of the corner of my eye. He looked shocked to be sure, but I also noticed him looking at us all with some real interest and curiosity.
"Rare as usual, dad", Rob called out from the grill.
"Ah, that will do just fine son", he gamely replied.
I got that this just might be the most important night of our family's life, after all, there were only two ways I could see this ending up. But seeing my husband of 18 years trying to act as if nothing was happening, trying to be cool and normal, just hit my funny like a semi-truck, and I began to laugh. It was infectious, and soon the three of us were doubled over in a serious case of the sillies. Looking over, I saw that even Jim was catching it, and soon the four of us were laughing so hard that it hurt.
"Oh, Jim", I cried out, rushing to him, kissing and hugging him tight, "I love you with my whole heart".
I could feel him melting into me.
Brushing my ear with his mouth, he whispered to me, "I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I love you, and these kids, with every fiber of my being. I don't ever want to be without you. Just tell me what to do."
Meanwhile, Terri had come up from behind and was hugging his back. Having heard the exchange, she piped up, "Well you could start by taking off your clothes. You are making the rest of us feel nervous".
Well, this time, I thought the laughter would kill us.

Part Three: Terri

Once we had stopped laughing long enough to catch our breath, I sat down sideways on my daddy's lap and began to unbutton his shirt. I felt the happiest that I ever remember being. I love my daddy so much that sometimes it hurts. And now, to think that we would no longer be two families, just one, with daddy, made me want to cry tears of happiness. Undoing the last button, and pushing his shirt back off his shoulders, I flung my arms around his neck, and began to kiss him; not on the lips, but, rather, on his face, his neck, his hair, all the time breathing in his gorgeous smell. I tried not to think any sexy. As my kisses worked their way down to his shoulders, then his chest, as his strong arms reached around me to hold me too him, I started to cry.
Alarmed, dad gently pushed me back, and lifting my face to look into my eyes, said, "Honey, what's wrong?".
"Oh, nothing daddy", I said between sobs, "It's just that I love you so much that I can't hold it all in".
A huge smile spread across my beautiful daddy's face.
"I know exactly how you feel baby", he replied before wrapping his big arms around me and pulling me into his massive chest.
Beneath my skinny butt, I could feel daddy getting hard. I groaned, and almost came just at the thought.
Mom interrupted, setting the salads on the table.
"Steaks are ready", Robbie called out.
"Get off your dad, Terri", mom bossed, "Dinner's ready and dad is not even undressed".
My mom's not only smart, sexy and brave, she can be pretty funny when she wants to be too.
"Um", dad ventured, looking very embarrassed.
"Don't worry dad", Rob said, setting the platter of steaks on the table, "Boners are natural".
And, as if to prove the point, Robbie's five and a half inches were proudly straining to reach his belly button.

Part Four: Jim

"Stand up", my wife commanded, "Might as well get this over with".
And with that she unbuckled and unzipped me, then, kneeling in front of me, pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles.
"Step out", she said, and once I'd complied, she wadded them up, threw them in the corner, and said, "Guess we won't be seeing much of those anymore!".
Lisa got up from her knees, standing beside me and facing the kids, she grabbed my pole and asked, "Well kids, what do you think of this?".
"Pretty impressive, dad", Rob cheerfully offered.
Terri, just sat staring.
"Terri?", her mom prompted her.
"Huh?", Terri replied, obviously off in a world of her own. "Can I hold it, too?"
"Nope", Lisa answered, a little to my disappointment, "It's dinner time. Dad's meat can wait, but the steaks are going to get cold".
Sitting down to eat, I was glad of the cover the table afforded me. I had only been naked for a minute or two, and it was going to get some getting used to. I was also glad that the table meant that I only had to see everyone from their chests up. I tried not to stare too hard at Terri's small, perfect, boobies, but it was difficult not to. In any event, she didn't seem bothered by it. That was going to take some getting used to as well.
During dinner, I listened as Lisa, Terri, and Rob took turns telling me how they had come to be family nudists and lovers. I admit it was all quite shocking, but more shocking still, was that as I listened to them tell about it, it all seemed to make a kind of sense. Everybody seemed so enthusiastic, proud and happy, it was hard not to get caught up in the spirit of it all. The food was great, the beer was cold, and the company was the best. Soon, I found myself relaxing and content. My raging erection had settled into a more comfortable semi-flaccid state, and I found myself looking in everyone's eyes as we spoke, rather than their chests. So strange to think that less than 24 hours ago, I had thought our family was in crisis. Funny how a change of perspective could make everything better. I was happy.

Part Five: Rob

We had all been having a really good time, so when mom asked Terri and I to clean up and do the dishes, we didn't put up too much of a fuss. Pretending to reach down and help me, mom told me to make sure that we gave them at least fifteen minutes as she wanted to talk to dad. Sounded reasonable.
As Terri and I carried the dishes into the house, she looked at me wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Holy Shit, little bro, did you see dad's penis? It's huge!" Perhaps, sensing that I might feel hurt, she quickly added, "Don't worry Robbie, when we are finally allowed to fuck, I'm pretty sure I'd prefer yours. It looks like the perfect size for me".
Thing about my sis is that she is genuinely sensitive and always knows the exact right thing to say.
"Well", I replied setting my load of dishes on the kitchen counter and effecting a dramatic bow, "It would be my honor sweet lady".
As I straightened, Terri ran to me, one hand around my back, the other on my penis, and pulling our bodies as tight as could be, kissed me long and deep on the mouth. My hand ventured down her bony back, to her skinny but gorgeous ass, then along her crack, stopping just long enough to tickle her butt hole, before plunging my fingers into her oh so sweet, pussy. I started to move my finger, while she bent her knees to drive my finger as deeply as she could into her dripping crack. I wanted to fuck my sister. I wanted to know what it felt like to be able to use my cock instead of just my fingers. Lately, mom had been saying that, since Terri was now on the pill, we might be able to do just that soon. Not soon enough for me!
Glassy eyed and panting, Terri still managed to push me away. "Dishes?", she reminded me, pointing at the pile by the sink.
As I washed, and she dried, I admitted that I had liked dad's cock too.
"Do you think that's weird?", I asked.
Terri gave it a few moments of thought, then asked if I meant that I would like to touch it and stuff.
"Yeah, I think so", I replied.
"Well, who am I to say. Mom and me lick each other all of the time".
"Yeah, but isn't it different for guys?", I asked.
"Look", Terri began, "Everything that we do, or have done, is wrong to a lot of people. But that doesn't mean that we don't enjoy it. Does it?"
I had to admit she had a point.
"I think the main thing would be to know if dad would like it, or not. If he was okay with it, I can't see anything wrong".
"You know sis", I admitted, "You are pretty damn smart".
"Thanks bro", she said smiling, and leaning over gave me a kiss on the cheek.
You know, it is kind of strange that I can get up to all kinds of stuff with Terri, no problem, but that kiss on the cheek made me blush, and my heart swell with love.
"What do you think that they're talking about out here", I asked.
"I don't know", she ventured, "Probably mom is just feeling him out about all this stuff. If I were dad, and had walked into this situation, I think that I would have a lot of questions. I guess that she just wanted to give him a chance to talk it out."
Dishes finished, I realized that I had no idea how long we had been. I was wondering if it was time to go out yet, when mom walked into the kitchen.
"It's getting a little cold out", she told us, "So dad and I are thinking of heading upstairs".
Seeing our disappointed faces, she laughed, "You kids are welcome to join us if you want to".