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Melissa’s Secrets
by Pookie

Chapter 19

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.  It people 
discovered it, 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 my 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 my 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.  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 awhile."

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.  Mom and Jamie followed 
right behind him.  I just laid there on the floor and stared at 
the TV, occasionally glancing at them while they were getting 
naked.

When my 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.

"Yeah, especially you, sis," Jamie joked.

I gave him another one of my evil glares.  He seemed to quickly 
remember he was still in my shit house from the day before.

They all sat back down with their clothes next to them.  I 
quickly glanced over at them a couple of times.  They seemed to 
be waiting for me to join in.

I'm not certain what exactly stopped me from taking my clothes 
off.  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 my parents while they were naked!  My 
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 Thomas's?

"They're going to start trying it out too."

What the ...

"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 did when I went 
to bed though.  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.  It helped that they were already 
gone when I got up early the next morning.

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 knew 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.


******


Later that night, Sarah called.  

"Hey, girl."

"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?"

"Why?"

"Cause I'm still pissed.  Do you know how I found out about this 
nudist stuff?"

"Mom told me you accidentally discovered it yesterday."

"We need to talk.  You and Jamie need to talk too."

"I'm not talking with him tonight.  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.  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.

"Not really.  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.  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."

"I wish you had too.  At least I would've had a real friend to 
hang with."

"Mel, Pam told me you and Kari were alone with Jamie when playing 
a game."

"He only fucked me when we were with Kari.  Kari wanted to 
watch."

"So, he didn't fuck anyone but you?"

"Sarah, 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?"

"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 added, "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."

"There's important stuff I want to tell you sometime."

I froze for a moment, quickly debating what to say.  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."

"Same here."

"I knew the other day ... when we were talking.  It's hard to 
talk about it though, even with your best friend.  I don't want 
to hide it from you."

"I don't want to keep things from you either.  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's wife?  How did that happen?"

"Long story and its part of what we need to NOT talk about over 
the phone."

"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 the 
people."

"Are you an assassin?"

"I feel like killing a few people."

"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.  

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.

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?"

I said, while pulling some clothes out of my closet, "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?"

"Sort of."

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.


******


We ate in the food court at the mall.  There weren't a lot of 
people there.  It was probably typical for a Monday.  It gave us 
a chance to talk some more about the past few days without people 
right on top of us.

"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 hope I find someone like that when I'm 
older."

"I'm sure you will.  It likely will be someone you least expect 
too."

"Why do you say that?"

"Look at me.  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."

"Guys aren't really interested in me, except maybe for sex."

"I disagree."

"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 later in the day, 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?  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.

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 then went up to her bedroom.  Now I 
was sitting there naked with my 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 ask 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.

"Trust me."

"Okay."

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!"

"Jealous?"

"Definitely!"

"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.


******


Over the next few days, I got more comfortable being naked around 
my parents, especially my daddy.  I never caught him gawking at 
me.  He was his same old self around me.  Watching his cock 
dangling around though was rather mesmerizing.

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 my 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 though.  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.

Mom gave us a few of her looks during the first few times she saw 
us like that.  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.

Sarah and Jamie got over their issues quickly.  By late Monday 
morning, they were together almost all the time again.  

When she came over late Tuesday morning, it was interesting 
watching her the first time she was naked around my 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.  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."

"C'mon, Mel."

"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 heard Daddy say it 
once about someone he'd called a shit head."

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 easy 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."

"We will.  But not with my doofus brother around."

"He went naked at my house the past two days ... around Mom and 
Dad."

Shit.  She doesn't know he's fucked her mom.  How do I tell her 
that?!  I have to.  I hadn't gone over there the past two days 
because of Jamie hanging out so much with Sarah.  I really wanted 
to talk to Mrs. Clark about all of this.

"How did that go?"

"It was a little awkward.  Mom didn't have a problem with it.  
Jamie acted a little weirded out at first."

"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."

"Have you seen your dad with a hardon yet?" she asked, grinning.

"I've seen him before by accident a few times, but not since we 
started being nudists yet.  Have you seen your dad?"

"Last night I did.  Mom was being frisky with him on the couch 
while we watched TV."

"Did he try to hide it from you?"

"Not really.  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.


******


Tuesday afternoon, I got a surprise visitor.  Mom came to my 
bedroom door and told me I had a guest, and that I might want to 
get dressed.  I asked her who it was, and she told me I had to 
come downstairs to find out.  She had a teasing grin as she said 
it too.

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 something.  As soon as 
I stepped into the family room, I was ready to turn and kick my 
mom for setting me up like this.

"Hey, Mel."

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.  My mom was reveling in my 
discomfort, but turned and left when I gave her a quick evil eye.

I knew for sure he had a crush on me then.  He was nervous.  I 
didn't have any real feelings for him.  In fact, I still thought 
he was a dork.  He was cute though.  He was almost a year younger 
than me.  Why couldn't he be older?

He had been really great with me Saturday night.  He took time to 
really make me feel good when the others had just wanted to put 
their cock in me somewhere.  He was 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've never done something 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 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.  There are just too many people coming and going all the 
time," he said.

"Like who?"

"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 my mom off of 
us for awhile.

"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 drank 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.

"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!

"Sure."

"Cool.  Maybe this weekend?"

"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.  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 little longer.  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.


******


Peter left late in the afternoon.  Mom flitted around me 
afterward too.  It was obvious she was curious about Peter and 
me.  I decided to wait to ask her about taking us to the movies 
though.  I didn't want her teasing me right then.

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.  

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?  We still weren't talking about the 
things I wanted to know about, but it was a real ice breaker.

After supper, Daddy was down in his basement office.  Mom was 
sprawled out on the couch watching TV.  I stood behind the couch 
looking at her.  The images from her days as a porn actress were 
flashing through my mind.  But even without those visuals, I was 
seeing her differently.  She wasn't infallible.  I'd just created 
that image myself.  We weren't all that different, except she had 
a whole lot more experience with life than I had.

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 '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 she 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 
pick up on the drift of what I was saying too.

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?"

"Sure, sweetie."

"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.  We haven't talked 
about what we're going to see."

"I'll keep Friday open for you."

"Thanks, Mom."

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 snuggled up to her from behind.

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.

"Father!"

Mom looked back at Daddy, "You heard the lady.  Behave."

I smiled and turned back to watch TV.


******


Wednesday was kind of boring.  Sarah was over at the house most 
of the day with Jamie.  Mom was out of the house most of the 
time.  Sarah tried to get me to hang out with them again, but I 
still was pissed off with Jamie.  They had opted to go naked.  I 
was sure they were having sex some of the time.  I knew we would 
all end up having sex if I hung out with them, and I wasn't ready 
to be Jamie's booty call again anytime soon.

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.  But no more babies for your mom and I."

"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.  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 changes 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.  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 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."

"The weed?"

"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.

"Depends."

"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.

"Yeah, those."

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 breathing hard now too.  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?"

"Mrs. Thomas."

"I'm glad you two are getting to know each other better."

"I hugged Mr. Walcott too 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 awhile, 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 laid 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 had to know something was up too.  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?

"Okay."

"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 ..."

"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."

"Daddy?"

"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."

"Mom!"

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.

"Goodnight, girlfriend."

Girlfriend?

"Goodnight, Mom."


(continued in chapter 20)

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