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   Alternative Families
   Book 1
   Lazy K Nude Ranch
   by Let Nature Happen
   Chapter 1
   A New Nude Life
   Really my family was very much the same as any other family that I had
ever known.  As far as I knew at the time we were what I considered middle
classed.  We had a townhouse in Chicago and had two cars that we had to
rent a garage for in the back alley.
   My twin sister Alexis and I (Alex) mostly dressed well and in name brand
designer clothing.  We had most things any other twelve year olds had, but
by no means were we spoiled.  In fact nine times out of ten our parents
said "No" when it came to us asking for things in the stores.  We would of
course wine and pout about it, but that never did any good.
   Here is where it gets a little complicated.  Well, really it's very
simple and up and up, but to some of you it might sound strange at first.
You see my mom Joan has a twin herself.  He is my uncle John.  (Of
course... Why do twins get similar names?) Anyway, My dad Dan also has a
twin sister her name is Dana.
   Ok hold on...  Get out a pen and paper.  My aunt Dana and my uncle John
got married because they all grew up in the same town in Nevada.  Really it
does happen a lot, twins marrying twins from another family.
   Anyway, guess what?  Yep as you might have guessed uncle John and aunt
Dana also have a set of twins named Brandon and Barbara and you know it
they are the same age as Alexis and myself.  High school prom double date,
enough said about that?
   By now you are thinking this is almost unbelievable, but yep it gets
stranger.  You may even throw up your arms and decide not to read any
farther, but here goes.  My mom's madden name and my dads last name are the
same, but not because they are related in any way.  It was just
coincidence. They were both Thomas before they even met in their
kindergarten class and of course so too are our aunt and uncle Thomas as
well.
   Ok that said now I can continue with the story.
   It was a typical summer morning.  Well, I should say typical from what I
remembered summer mornings being like from the previous year.  I say that
because it was actually our first full day of summer after school had let
out.  All be it that day was Saturday and we wouldn't have had school
anyway, but still to me it was the first day of summer vacation none the
less.
   I recall how lazy we all were that day.  Here it was almost noon already
and none of us were even thinking about getting dressed.  My dad and I were
still in our briefs.  My dad liked to wear his briefs loose.  I often
thought while he inadvertently hung out of the leggings of his briefs, how
he may as well wear boxers or nothing at all for as much good as his briefs
did him.
   Mom was walking around in her robe, but it was open showing her bra and
panties freely which for us as it was for most families, no big deal. 
Alexis my twin sister was still in her night gown.  Well actually it was
one of my dads old t-shirts, but I could see the outline of her panties
through the thin cotton.  (She didn't need a bra yet.)
   Alexis and I were sitting just inches from the living room TV playing a
good game of one on one Halo (I was magnificent as usual) when the phone
rang and mom answered it.  "Hello?  Oh you got to be kidding!  Nooo!!!!"
Then she dropped the phone and ran into her room crying hysterically.
   I hate conflict and will avoid it at all costs and I mean damn we had
just passed into the "I would have been your daddy." Level in the game. 
(This better be good.) I thought before turning off the game.
   Dad picked up the phone and started talking to whom ever it was, but I
couldn't here what he was saying.  Then he walked into the kitchen and put
the phone on the wall charger.  Then he came through the living room
looking pale as a ghost.
   "Who was that dad?" I asked.
   "You kids go pack some cloths we're going on a trip." Was all he said
and judging by his expression I didn't want to push it.
   I got up and went to my room.  I went in my closet and dug out my
suitcase.  That's what I used to hide my hustlers in.  I quickly did an eye
survey of my room looking for a place to stash my smuggled porn and thought
why not just bring them?  So I started loading my bag with my clothes over
the magazines.
   Suddenly dad came in the room wearing some Dockers and an open button
up. "Hurry up son we don't have all day." He snapped.  "Mom told me to come
in here and help you get packed."
   "Dad what's going on?"
   "Grandma died." He said as he was mindlessly shoving clothes in my bag.
(My dad's parents died several years before.)
   "Oh no, Is mom ok?" I loved my grandma, but I didn't know her well.  The
only times I ever saw her was when she visited us on holidays like
Christmas and Thanks Giving.
   "Well as you can imagine she is a bit upset."
   "Yeah."
   Suddenly there was a honking in front of our house and before I knew
anything my mother was pulling me by the arm and I was being dragged
outside to a waiting cab.
   After everyone was crowded in the back dad barked out.  "To the
airport."
   I remember the driver kept looking in his mirror at me for some time
before he finally asked.  "Excuse me for asking, but did something bad
happen?"
   "Yes my wife's mother just died."
   "Oh I see." Then he drove a little longer and spoke up again.  "So I
guess you were in a big hurry.  When is your flight?"
   "Two-thirty.  TAA." Dad answered.
   "So there is still time." He mumbled more to himself.
   "Time for what?" Dad asked now miffed.  My dad never was one for games.
   "Excuse me, but you seem to have forgotten to get the boy dressed." The
driver said.
   I felt all eyes fall upon me as I looked down to find that I was still
in nothing more than my briefs.  "Holly!" and there were some other
explanatives thrown in.
   "Damn it Dan I told you to get him ready!" Mom spat.
   "Well I was, but you came rushing in the bedroom and yanked him out
before I even knew he was gone."
   "I could turn back.  You have time." The driver said.  "I'll even turn
off the meter for you."
   "No, that's ok." Mom said sternly.  "Just find a gas station he has
cloths in the trunk."
   Normally I wouldn't mind sitting around in my underwear if it were just
my family, but there was a stranger in the car and it was he who brought up
my indecency in the first place.  So now I was sitting cross-legged and
feeling quite on display.
   Suddenly my weight was being shifted from one side of the cab to another
as we pulled into a well populated gas station.  Before I knew it mom was
yanking me by the arm again and I was being pulled out of the cab in my
underwear to the trunk as the driver popped it open from inside.  She made
me stand behind the cab as she ruffled through my bags.  She found some
pants, a shirt, some socks and a pair of my dress shoes.  She also found my
porn stash, but just looked at me in disgust.
   She piled my cloths in my arms and closed the luggage and then the
trunk. Then she yanked me by the arm again to the bathroom door at the side
of the building, but it was locked.  "Stay here." She ordered.
   So there I stood, practically naked holding my cloths in plain view of
the world as people walked by.  "Hello." I said to one old couple as they
gasped walking by.  Ok I had a giggle about that because I could feel the
waist band of my briefs drawing away from my belly.  My cock had decided
that this would be a good time to get out and stretch and at the time I had
no control over that part of me.
   Then one man walked by and gave me a strange look.  All I could think to
say was.  "Nice day."
   "It is now." He said with a smile that seemed a little too devious.
   Mom returned with a key that was chained to a long stick.  She unlocked
the door and shoved me in, but before she closed the door she smacked me on
the ass with the stick and said.  "Next time you'll know to get dressed. 
What are you five?"
   The smack didn't hurt, but I did feel stupid.  On the other hand I did
feel kind'a cool about being out in the open and vulnerable like that. 
It's a feeling I couldn't explain, not even to myself.
   I quickly got dressed and in no time we were on a jet and hurtling to
Nevada and almost before I knew it we were in a rental car and Las Vegas
was behind us.
   I remember driving for what seemed like hours before we turned down the
one long and dusty road with pure white wooden fences on either side.  In
the fields on the other sides of the fences were horses.  I don't know how
many there were, but there were a lot of them.  They were beautiful too.
   I had never been to grandma's place before, but mom often talked about
how grandma had horses all her life.  She said her and her brother would
come home absolutely sore from riding all day.  So I was beginning to feel
as though this trip might not be all that bad after all.  I mean I'm sorry
grandma died and all, but I hadn't been having much fun up until then and I
was just a kid.
   It seemed like gravel was hitting the bottom of the car for a long time
before the surface of the road turned suddenly smooth and the sides of the
road turned from white fencing to thick floppy pine trees of some kind.
   They were tall trees and in two perfect rows one row on each side of the
road.  Then the trees separated and the road divided into a circle with
perfectly manicured grass in the middle.  The circle topped off at a huge
white house.  We went to the right and when the car stopped we were parked
in front of this huge white house with large pillars very much like the
White House.
   "This is grandma's house?" Alexis asked.  In as much awe as I felt.
   There were cars parked everywhere when we got out.  It looked as though
the president had just died.  There was even two men dressed like secret
service agents standing like soldiers at the main walkway to the house.
   One of the men came up to my dad and said.  "Is this a rental sir?"
   "Yes it is." Dad answered.
   "I can have this car returned if you wish sir." He said.  "You won't
need it here.  The estate has plenty of vehicles and even on call drivers
at your families disposal."
   "Um thank you." Dad said rather perplexed.  "Yes that might be a good
idea.  It would save us some money."
   While dad was talking to that man three others came up to the car and
started unloading the luggage onto a cart.  It was as if we were staying at
a five star hotel.  Dad even started to reach for his wallet to tip the man
and he might have if mom hadn't grabbed him by the hand and toughly pulled
him inside.  "Come on kids." She said and we followed her into the house.
   Once inside we were greeted by another man in a very formal coat and
tails.  "Missy!" The old man said.  "How nice to see you again."
   "Hello Harold." Mom said and hugged the man.
   "I am so sorry for your loss missy."
   "Thank you Harold.  Are my brother and his family here yet?"
   "Yes missy.  They arrived just moments before you did.  Would you like
to freshen up before greeting them?"
   "That would be a good idea Harold."
   At that Harold snapped his fingers and a pretty woman wearing a black
dress and white apron came forward.  "Take Missy's family to their rooms."
   "Certainly." The woman smiled with a curtsy.  "Come this way please."
   She led the way up the grand white marble stairs and down a long wide
hallway that every few feet had a wall table with a large painting of some
man or woman over it.  One was my grandma and one was of my grandpa whom I
only met once.
   She stopped at one set of double doors and said.  "If you please missy.
We have your brother's son and your son sharing a room and we have your
daughter and their daughter in another."
   "That will be fine." Mom said.  Then she knelt down and got face to face
with me and Alexis and said.  "I guess I should have warned you that you
might have to share a room with your cousins.  Will you be ok?"
   "Sure mom." I answered for both of us.  Even though I never met them I
knew they were the same ages as me and Alexis.  They were also twins just
like us.
   She opened the door and we stepped inside.  The spectacle was not to be
believed.  It was as if I had been crowned King of England.  Never in my
wildest dreams had I ever conceived a room could be so magnificent.
   What struck me right off was that there was no bed in sight.  It looked
like a formal living room.  A much more expensive living room than we had
in Chicago or anyone we knew for that matter.
   There were two couches facing each other with a coffee table dead center
and on either ends were wingback chairs.  There was a large cabinet against
one wall.  I started to open it, but a kids voice said.  "It works by
remote."
   "Huh?" I said spinning around.
   "The remote is on the table." The boy my age said and headed towards it.
He picked up the remote control and clicked a button causing the doors to
swing open reveling an entertainment system that would boggle the mind.
   "You Brandon?" I asked.
   "Yeah.  You Alex?"
   "Yes and this is Alexis my twin sister."
   "This is Barbara my twin."
   We just nodded and stood there staring at each other.  It was uncanny
how much we looked like each other.  Were it not for his cloths and the
fact that he had spiked hair we would be exactly identical and as for our
sisters it was uncanny how much they looked like bookends.  It was as if we
were staring directly in a mirror.
   "Holy shit you look like me!" He stammered at the same time I did only I
used the word "Fuck".
   We circled each other trying to get a look of the other's behind, but we
stayed face to face inadvertently.  After the shock wore off he said.  "We
have to share a bed."
   "Where is it?" I asked still stunned.
   "Ours is over here." Barbara said and pulled Alexis by the hand to the
other side of the room where there was another set of double doors.  They
opened it and stepped inside closing the doors behind them.
   He and I never took our eyes off each other as he led me to the main
room.  He opened the double doors that went from floor to ceiling.  They
opened to another large very palace looking room with a great big bed that
had drawn back curtains around it's four huge corner posts and a canopy
draped over the whole thing.
   "Holy Shit!" I spat.
   "I said the same thing." He giggled.  "Isn't this place the bomb?" Then
he ran and jumped on the huge bed bouncing a few times.  "The bed is
awesomely comfortable."
   All I could think about was how come we had to live in a run down old
townhouse in Chicago when our grandparents live like royalty?  I mean what
the hell?
   "Um I have to use the bathroom." I shivered.
   "Oh that's this way." He said and led me with a pointed hand back into
the living room portion.  We went to a single door set between two floor to
ceiling French door style windows that opened to their own patios.  The
bathroom that divided them was spectacular.
   The whole bathroom was marble.  We took two steps down and there was two
marble sinks on either side of the room.  Then there was a small round room
dead center with stairs going down on either side.
   I opened the door to and inside were two toilets.  I stepped inside and
closed the door behind me, but Brandon barged in saying.  "I have to pee
too."
   "Why are there two toilets?" I asked.
   "I don't know, but I wouldn't take a dump in that one." He said pointing
at one with no large hole at the bottom.  "I think this one is a urinal."
   I didn't care anymore I had to go bad so I unzipped and stood there for
a moment having a little stage fright as he looked on.  Then the strain of
the trip let loose and my pee began to flow and man was that a release. 
"Ahhh!"
   Then I looked down and found that he was pissing right next to me. 
"They say you shouldn't cross streams." He said and made an X with our
yellow gushers.
   Instantly I caught onto what he meant and we both looked at each other
and simultaneously yelled.  "Ghost Busters!"
   I couldn't help but catch a quick glance of his dick that looked the
same size as mine, perhaps a little smaller, but it's hard to tell.  I got
the feeling that he was catching a glimpse of mine as well so I suddenly
got that strange feeling I had at the gas station, but it was a fleeting
moment at best.
   When the last drops of our pee were trickled into the bowl I reached
down and turned one of the two handles that I thought were the flushers. 
Why two of them I didn't know.  It flushed alright, I was blasted in the
face with warm water that I thought was our piss!
   "Holy sh**!" I spat and sputtered as I ran to the sink to wash my face.
   Brandon was almost crying in tears of laughter as I frantically tried to
wash my face.  "Yeah ha, ha, very funny." I said while trying not to get
soap in my mouth as I splashed my face.
   "You should have seen your face!" He roared.
   With my face dry again the tour of the bathroom resumed.  The round room
with the toilets stood like a pillar in the center of the bathroom, but had
a circular set of stairs that went around it on either side and down.  The
circular stairs were only circular around the toilet stall, but on the
outer sides of the stairs they went all the way to the other sides of the
bathroom walls.
   Beyond the toilet stall it was like a Roman bath house.  Well from what
I remember seeing in the movies.  There was what looked like a very large
round bath that the steps went down into like bleachers.  There were four
divides in the three bleacher type steps.  These shiny brass pipes had
shower heads at the top so I guess four people could shower at once, but
why?
   The outer walls of the pool like bath was one big glass dome.  The first
thing that hit my mind was that anyone could look up from below and see
inside the bathroom, but then I thought that if I were inside the tub/pool
the only thing they could see was my head if that.
   Our sisters came in I guess as part of Barbara's guided tour for Alexis
and they ogled over the bathroom as well, but that's when the question got
asked for the very first time.  "How are we supposed to schedule showers?"
Alexis asked.
   "I don't know." I said.  "I guess it has to be you girls first and then
us boys.  Using the toilets will be no problem and judging by the looks of
that urinals you girls can use that too.  It has a seat like a toilet"
   "You're such an idiot." Alexis laughed along with Barbara.
   "What?"
   "That's not a urinal."
   "What is it then?"
   "It's a Bidet" She smirked and us boys followed the girls for a rather
rude awakening.  "You take a shit over there and sit here and turn the
water on which squirts up your ummm."
   "Oh shit are you serious?" Brandon jolted.
   I can't tell you how much of an idiot I felt like, but that part aside
we returned back to the living part of the bedrooms.  I walked over to the
large walkout window and stepped out on the patio.
   I quickly discovered that from the patios you could see directly down
into the pool/bath thing.  I looked down at a view of the back yard and all
of the well wishers gathered there.
   It looked like an ocean of old people with canes and walkers.  They were
all milling around the pool.  "Hey there's a swimming pool back here."
   "Yeah I know." Brandon answered.
   "How soon can we use it?" I asked.
   "I don't think we can use it till everyone leaves." Alexis injected. 
"That would be rude."
   I watched the grownups walking around and talking while holding a drink
in one hand and a cigarette or cigar in the other and wondered how long
before we go to their funeral?  "I can see what grandma died of." I said
with a smirk.
   "What?" They all asked as they came to the railing to see.
   I pointed at all of the old people walking at a snails pace with their
walkers and said.  "Judging by her friends...  boredom."
   I got a sharp slap on the arm and heard my sister say.  "Alex!"
   "Well, it's probably true." I retorted with a giggle.
   Then there was a quick knock at the door and two young women wearing
black dresses and white aprons came in.  They were followed by a man
pulling a cart with our luggage on it.  "Children here are your
belongings."
   We started to head to the cart to grab our bags but the woman stopped us
by saying.  "No children.  Please just tell Charles which bags are yours
and we will unpack your belongings for you."
   "Unpack?" Barbara asked.  "How long are we staying for?"
   "I don't know missy." The woman said.  "But you don't want to live out
of your suitcase while you are here do you?  Don't worry though, by the
time you are ready to leave your clothing will be re-packed for you."
   "Ok then." She smiled and pointed at a blue bag with flowers that looked
as though it belonged to a girl half her age.  "This is mine."
   I pointed to my Hustler hider and said.  "Mine."
   Brandon and Alexis quickly followed and then the woman said.  "Your
parents requested that you children be fed up here tonight.  They say they
will be busy with the guests and wonder if you might entertain yourselves
for tonight?"
   She then used the remote and opened the large entertainment center. 
"Your grandfather was very interested in technology and always kept the
entertainment up to date."
   She walked up to the cabinet and slid open a large drawer and two small
doors and continued with.  "In here we have an X-Box, Play Station two and
even a Game Cube.  My own son was allowed to play in here."
   "Yeah sure." Brandon shrugged and looked to us for our agreements.  We
all looked around at each other and shrugged it off, but who were we
kidding we were excited.
   The woman walked to a fancy phone that was on an end table and said. 
"When you know what you would like to eat simply pick up the phone and dial
3.  That will bring up the kitchen and your meal will promptly be sent to
you."
   "Anything we want?"
   "Yes of course, but your parents left specific instructions that you
each are only to be allowed one dessert and not to bring them up unless you
finish your dinner."
   "Thank you." I said as the man hefted the girls bags into their bedroom
and the lady followed him into us boy's room and the other lady went to the
girl's.
   That's when it hit me that my bag had those magazines in it and I didn't
want that woman to see them so I jolted in the room, but it was too late. I
looked and there on the bed were my clothes neatly folded next to the
magazines.
   "Don't worry." She said as she slipped my socks and underwear into the
top left drawer.  "It's not my job to report the things that go on in this
house.  In fact that could get us fired"
   "I wasn`t worried about them knowing because they already do.  I didn`t
want to offend you."
   "Are you kidding?  I have a teenaged son and the things I caught him
with...." She giggled.
   It was as if we had a room at the Ritz.  We were in heaven and loved
every minute of it.  We laughed and talked and got to know each other real
well.
   Then we ordered dinner.  I had the best bacon cheese burger I had ever
tasted.  Followed by a nice chunk of chocolate cake.  The others had
something along those lines, but I can't remember exactly what.
   We watched comedy central for a while and then we could hear doors
slamming outside.  We walked to the patio on the left side of the bathroom
where if we stretched over the railing a little we could see cars as they
very slowly drove away.
   "They must all be leaving." Alexis said.
   "Ya think?" I snarled.  "But at the speed those old people drive, will
they get home before we have to go to their funeral?"
   "I'm telling mom how rude you're being." Alexis barked.
   "I'm not being rude." I retorted.  "Can they hear what the hell I'm
saying?"
   Then Brandon giggled under his breath.  "Maybe if they turn their
hearing aids up.  I bet they could hear a sparrow fart."
   At that we all busted up laughing and even Alexis relaxed a little.
   "Let's go see if we can go swimming." I said with glee.
   I felt as though I was leading a parade of twelve year olds down the
great staircase as we searched for our parents.
   Once we reached the bottom of the stairs we found that all of the
servants were standing against the wall like soldiers.  Our dads were
talking to them.  "Thank you all for a very relaxing night, but we would
like you all to take your families on a paid vacation for a while.  I hope
you understand that our families need time to get reacquainted."
   "Sir this is a large house are you sure you can..."
   "Yes, yes don't worry we have everything well in hand." John said. 
"Harold would you find me mother's check book?"
   "Of course sir." He said.  "In the office this way."
   John walked with Harold to the office leaving dad standing in front of
the servants.  He looked lost and unsure what to say.  "I can't tell you
how much I appreciate the kindness you have all shown my family."
   The servants just all smiled and nodded.
   He stood there lost in himself till John and Harold returned.  Harold
was holding envelopes and started passing them out.  "You will find a
little something extra for the inconvenience we are putting you through. 
You could chose to stay in your quarters, but we would sure appreciate it
if you didn't."
   "Oh no sir." Harold spoke up.  "We all had already made other
arrangements just in case something like this came up, but I do wish you
would pick a skeleton staff to assist you."
   "No, no Harold we have our minds set and I do hope you take a well
earned vacation.  It's all on the estate.  Go on a cruise around the world
if you like.  Inside the envelopes you will all find a company credit card.
They each have a spending limit of twenty thousand dollars."
   I'll never forget the look of shock that came over each and every one of
them.  Even Harold was speechless for a moment.
   "Sir are you sure about this?"
   "Quite sure and it wasn't me who arranged this it was my mother.  In her
check book I found a note informing me that this was part of her will and
that the accounts were even arranged by my father years ago."
   "Thank you very much sir." Harold said almost in tears."
   "I don't even think you need to worry about packing." Mom chuckled. 
"Just buy what you need when you need it."
   "Oh goodness." Harold smiled.  "I could use some new cloths my wife has
been pestering me to update my wardrobe for a long time."
   "Well there you go." Uncle John said and shook each of their hands. 
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He said to each and every one.
   After they had all filed out I walked up to mom and asked.  "Mom is it
ok if we went swimming?"
   "Isn't it getting late?" She asked more to dad than to me.
   "Oh what the heck?  Why not?"
   "Wait a second." Alexis spoke shakily.  "I didn't bring a bathing suit."
   "Neither did I." I remembered.
   "Me either."
   "Me too." My cousins chimed.  "Well I guess that idea was a bust." He
said as we all resigned the idea and headed back up the stairs.
   "What do you need bathing suits for?" Mom asked and we all turned around
stunned.
   "What?" Was the all around response.
   "Swim naked." John said.  "That's what me and Joan did all through our
childhoods.  Isn't it sis?"
   "Sure is."
   "What?" Was the unison recall from everyone even my dad and their mom."
   "Yeah we had to actually." John said.  "Dad didn't want any lint or dies
in the pool so they made us swim nude."
   "Hmm." I heard aunt Joan murmur.  "I guess it would be ok.  I mean if
they are brave enough."
   "Brave enough?" Brandon miffed.  "I'll show you and off he went on his
own through the house to the back door.
   I followed quickly behind.  To be honest I didn't want to miss a single
second of his nudity before he jumped into the water and I couldn't see a
thing.
   "Nobody calls me chicken." He stammered as he tried to free his leg from
his jeans and almost falling over into the pool.
   I slowly started to undress.  I didn't know if he was trying to get into
the water quickly or not, but as for me, I was sort of hoping someone was
watching me get naked especially him.  I quickly came up with the answer to
the problem.  "You in a hurry to not let anyone see you?"
   "He stopped wrestling with his pants and put his foot back down which
caused him to stand on his half removed jeans.
   "What?" He queried.
   "Well by the way you were rushing I guessed you wanted in the water so
nobody would see you." I smiled a teasing smile.
   "I'm not worried." He said and rose his foot causing his pants to come
off.  He stepped aside and started to slowly peel his t-shirt off.  More
slowly in fact than I ever have getting ready for bed or a bath.
   I in turn started going slower than he was sort of as a sign of bravery
to him.  Which he reciprocated.
   "Looks like a strip club." Mom noted as they came out to the pool.
   "He thinks I'm afraid of being seen naked." Brandon told them.
   "I'm not either." Said Barbara and proceeded to remove her cloths.
   Alexis didn't say anything she just started undressing, but I could tell
her heart wasn't in it.
   "A swim sounds like a good idea." John said and started to get
undressed. "We need to lighten the mood around here."
   Dad and aunt Joan looked at each other and shrugged.  Then they started
stripping as well.  "We're all family...  What's the harm?" He mentioned as
they stripped tossing their cloths in a pile on the grass.  "When in Rome."
   "Be sure you shake your clothes out before putting them back on." John
said as he stepped in the pool.  "Around here we have some small critters
that have a nasty bite or sting and they like to climb into clothing and
shoes.
   "What critters?" I asked and noting for the first time that I was just
standing as proud as could be, naked as a jaybird with hand boldly at my
side.
   "Well, like the black widow spider," He said while wading in up to his
waist in the pool.  "scorpions, rattle snakes and so on."
   "They have those around here?" My sister quivered.
   "Yes hon, but they usually stay away from the house.  Dad put some
barriers around the property years ago."
   "Like what?" I asked.
   "Well there's a snake ditch." John said.  "It's like a deep concrete
wall set far in the ground and at ground level it's like a deep rain gutter
that a snake can't climb over once they are in it."
   "Oh." I said.
   "So be careful when you go out that far not to fall in you could hurt
yourself." Mom added.
   "How do you keep the spiders and scorpions away?" Alexis asked as she
slowly slipped in the water.
   "Well hon you really can't keep them away, but first there aren't that
many and second they don't seem to like the openness of the grounds or
something because its rare to find one around the house."
   Still I stood at the side of the pool not yet ready to end the show I
was offering everyone.  I looked over and my little quip seems to have
caused a contest because Brandon was doing the same, though he did have wet
hair and to this day I don't know how that happened.
   "So?" I asked.  "What about other wild animals?"
   "Nothing you need to worry about other than the odd coyote." John said
swimming under me and folding his arms on the side of the pool.  "Besides
they are more afraid of you than you are of them."
   "That right?" I asked just as I felt the water go over my head in a
great big splash.
   It turns out that my wonderful uncle had taken my attention either on
purpose or accident long enough for Brandon to shove me in the pool. 
"Blahhh!" I gasped for air when I reached the surface.  "Brandon!  You're
going to get it!"
   But he just stood there laughing until Joan came up from behind him and
shoved him in.  I did however take note that Joan's tits were what seemed
like twice the size of my own mom's.
   I swam over to Brandon who had just come up for air and shoved him back
under.  "That'll teach you!" I said as he bobbed back up spitting.
   He dove at me and I him.  Soon the entire family was wrestling in the
water and I was feeling a few hands grab me just as I had copped a few
feels of whomever else got in the way.
   I know I put my fingers in a couple pussies.  One with hair and one
without, but nobody seemed to care who grabbed where or if they did they
never mentioned it.  I even had a good long grip on what I knew to be my
dad's thick and hardening cock.
   All the boys seemed to be getting some degree of hardness while we
played in the water, but nobody pointed that out either.  We all just
continued to act as if we were dressed in swim suits and having normal fun.
   As everyone was having fun and I guess while they thought our attentions
were elsewhere dad and John drifted off to a corner of the pool and hugged
and gave each other a nice long kiss and the emotion even I picked up on
was as clear as glass.  They obviously missed each other...  A lot.
   Then they swam away from each other I think to insure they wouldn't be
discovered, but it was too late I already had.  Instantly I decided this
would remain my secret for as long as they wanted me to keep it, but I was
going to tell them what I saw.  It's only the right thing to do.  God knows
I wanted to do the same thing with Brandon even if he didn't know it.
   After a while I found myself swimming at the deep end and Brandon came
up from under the water.  He shook off his hair that stayed spiked.  He
must have molded it with concrete.  "Did you see what our dads did?"
   "Yeah."
   "What's up with that?"
   "I don't know, but keep it to yourself." I warned him.  "Or you'll be
kissing my fist."
   "I wouldn't tell anyone." He said with a wink.  "I've done it."
   "With who?" I asked shocked.  At least I think I asked that.
   "Some high school kid I know." He shrugged.
   We neither of us knew was that this conversation was being heard by
everyone.  I guess the sounds carried in the echo of the concrete walls. 
Everyone drew quiet as we talked.
   "What was that like?" I asked.
   "It was hot." He smiled.
   "What else did you do?"
   "I sucked him a lot.  He fucked me all the time and I love it."
   That's when I looked over my shoulder to make sure we were still talking
in private and we both saw the gaping mouths of our families.
   "Brandon!" His mom snapped.  "Why didn't you tell us?"
   "What?" Brandon asked almost in tears.
   "You know damn well what." John added just as shocked.  "We have told
you kids that you can tell us anything.  We don't hold secrets in our
family."
   "Well then what was that with you and uncle Dan?" He returned.
   There was a moment of embarrassment from our parents and then John said.
"Your mothers know about that and they even did it when we were younger."
He said spitting out water as he swam to us.  "In fact we were boyfriends
for a while, but their parents and our parents insisted we date the other
sex.  I dated your mom and Alex, your dad dated your mom and they both got
pregnant.  Then our parents made us get married or Dan and I would still be
together."
   "So would Joan and I." Added Aunt Dana.  "But we wouldn't have had you
kids if we did."
   My mom and dad just kept quiet while they talked.  Alexis and Barbara
just seemed to be sobbing in anticipation of what I guess they thought was
a big fight brewing.
   "But I never stopped loving John." My dad suddenly and firmly stated.
   "And same for me." My mom joined as they swam next to John and Dana.
   Do you have any secrets Alex?" My dad asked.
   Suddenly my eyes darted to the water and I began to swell.  "I never
done anything." I quivered.  "Thought about it."
   "Thought about who?" Alexis asked.
   "Ummm."
   "Go ahead and say it." Mom said in an understanding way.  "Brandon." I
uttered.
   "Me?"
   "And well um."
   "Who?"
   "Alexis, but I never did anything."
   "Well, thinking those things is normal." Mom smiled and hugged me.  "If
people were arrested for the things they thought about we would all be in
jail baby."
   I could feel my mom's wet breasts against my chest and the feeling was
so comforting.  I cried openly because it was such a load off my mind and I
felt so relieved that what I was thinking wasn't a bad thing.
   "Is there anything else baby?" She whispered in my ear as I sobbed over
her shoulder.
   "I like being naked." There I said it.  It was out in the open now.
   "You do?"
   "Yeah I do." I cried freely.
   "Baby you don't have to ever wear cloths around your family if you don't
want." She said as she stroked the back of my wet head.  "But not around
strangers ok sweetie?"
   "Ok mamma." I said lifting my head and looking in her eyes.
   "My little exhibitionist." She giggled.
   "Does that go for the rest of us?" Alexis asked.
   "You don't have to be nude if you don't want to." Dad added.
   "No, no." She blushed.  "I like it too."
   I looked around and everyone was looking to each other for unsorted
agreement.
   "Then it's settled." John quipped.  "Around family we don't have to be
dressed." Then he added.  "And no more secrets agreed?"
   "Agreed." We all took turns saying and eerily that's when the pool
lights clicked on their own.  I guess they were on some sort of timer.  It
had just turned night.
   We swam a while more before I spied my sister talking to mom and it
seemed they were talking about me because they kept looking my way.  Soon
enough Alexis softly swam up to me and grabbed the side of the pool.  "Did
you mean what you said earlier?"
   "About what?"
   "About thinking of me that way...  You know."
   "Sort of I guess.  I mean I think about you all the time." I answered
wondering where she was going with this.
   "I mean you think of me as sexy?"
   "Sure...  Sometimes."
   "Would you kiss me?"
   I looked at mom who nodded her approval, but what was she approving of?
"Um sure I guess." I leaned in and pecked her on the cheek.
   "No I mean kiss me."
   Now I looked at mom stunned and once again she nodded her approval, but
could she know what I thought Alexis meant?
   I leaned in again and this time kissed my sister dead on the lips.  Only
it was still a peck of sorts.  Alexis had to take the anitiative and
grabbed me behind the neck and yanked me to her.  We clanged braces almost.
Well our teeth mashed together anyway and there we stayed like that.  I had
my eyes closed, but suddenly the splashing in the pool drew quiet and I
just knew we were being watched.  I figured what the hell and parted my
lips and she did the same.  Then I stuck my tongue in and once again Alexis
followed.
   I don't know if it was me kissing my sister or the fact that we were
being watched that did it, but instantly my dick sprang to a full pulsating
stiffness.  I wrapped my arms around her and we began making out in
earnest. With her close like that I was poking her belly with my cock and
loving every minute of it.
   I quickly discovered it wasn't her belly I was jammed against though it
was her thigh and my dick was swashing back and forth over the wet and
slippery fleshiness of her smooth round leg.  Then she opened her legs and
wrapped around my waist and my cock was poking around her hairless cunt. 
Then the lips of her cunt divided around the head of my dick and my hips
started automatically gyrating digging myself deeper and deeper.
   I knew I wasn't trying to invade my sister's pussy on purpose.  It just
seemed to be happening to me.
   I never dreamed in my wildest that mom and dad would actually let me
fuck my sister, but they had to know that's what I was doing.  I mean it
was so obvious.  We were the only ones making waves.
   Just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger I looked up and
discovered my dad and uncle John kissing again.  Only they were really
going at it.  They were even being more obvious than me and Alexis were.
   Next I walked Alexis to the shallow end of the pool and we were only
standing knee deep at that point.  That had to be in plain view now. 
Nobody could mistake what we were doing and yet nobody said a word to get
us to quit.
   That's when I felt I couldn't go in her anymore, but Alexis raised up a
little like climbing a ladder and then lowered herself down and my dick
slipped in even deeper.  Whatever was stopping us was gone.  There was some
tightness around my dick but that too went away in a few humps.
   I looked over a little more and found that Brandon and Brarbara were on
a chaise lounge and were doing the same as we were only Brandon was laying
on his sister and her legs were wrapped around his waist.  My dad was
sitting on the edge of the pool with feet in the water and uncle John was
sucking his dick like there was no tomorrow.  Mom had her hand in between
Dana's legs and was sucking on her huge tits.
   I had never been in an orgy, but that's what this looked like so I lost
all inhibitions and really started to fuck as hard as I could not caring
anymore what could happen.  After all it seemed to be ok to everyone what
we were doing.
   Finally in a burst of pure lust I felt my balls explode and my cock
pulsate and I knew my cum was soaking the insides of my sister's cunt and
we were well out of the water so I knew that my cummies weren't getting
washed away.  I also knew what that could mean, but figured my parents had
to know too and they weren't protesting as I hummed, "I'm cumming." into
the air where everyone could hear.
   I didn't stop there though.  I was so worked up that I stayed hard and
continued fucking my twin sister for all I was worth.  I came again and
once more before I finally withered and my dick got pushed out of her pussy
like spit.  "God!" I think I said.
   "yeah whew." Alexis chimed.
   "How was it?" Dad asked as John continued sucking his now soft dick and
emptied balls.
   "Weird." I answered with a pant.
   "Yeah." He laughed.  "You looked like pro's.
   Then Alexis got down and asked rather boldly.  "Can I have some of
that?" To my dad.
   "Sure hon."
   I wasn't sure what she was talking about at first, but then she waded to
the men and seeing dad was pretty done she lowered herself under the water
and I guess took John into her mouth.
   I walked over to Bandon and Barb and felt along his beautiful back as it
rose and fell in his fucking action.  Then I felt along his spine down to
his ass crack and down between his legs were my hands wrapped around his
smooth soft balls.
   My fingers found their way between his cock and her pussy and I
continued to shove my way in.  My hand seemed to become a second pussy as
he fucked his own sister.
   That's when and I don't know why, but it must have been instinct.  I
leaned in and started licking his ass hole like it was my sister's mouth.
My tongue stretched its self out as far as it would go and into his pucker.
   I loved it in there too.  It wasn't at all as disgusting as when I saw
it done in some porn magazines that my friend stole from his dad.
   He moaned like a cub bear nursing on his mother's tits.  "Oh that feels
good." He cooed.  Then I felt his dick pulsate like mine did and I knew he
was jetting cummies in his sister too, but he didn't make any noises doing
so.  He just sort of froze as his urethra throbbed and throbbed.
   Then he was done and stood upleaving his sister gasping and looking like
she wasn't done.  "Alexis come here." She beckoned softly.
   My sister didn't look too keen on the idea, looked over at my mom I
guess for her approval, but got none because mom was buried chin deep in my
aunts cunt.
   "You should try it." Dad said.
   "Never limit yourself." John agreed.
   With that John hefted her up and out of the pool and she walked warily
to Barbara.  "What do I do?" She asked her.
   "Come here." Barb answered and pulled her down over her in the same
position Brandon was just in.
   Brandon came up to me and softly placed his hands on my hips.  He leaned
in for a kiss and after a soft peck asked.  "Want to fuck?"
   My dick must have heard the question because it bounced back to life and
I answered with a hotter kiss than I gave Alexis.
   We were both dripping wet as he led me by the hand through the house
completely naked and up the kitchen staircase to the hall upstairs.
   It seemed as though each and every set of eyes on each painting followed
us to our room were we stepped through to the bedroom and I flopped over
him with a bounce on our bed kissing.
   Brandon tore himself away and started searching through the dresser for
something.  He looked drawer after drawer till he finally opened one and
reached inside pulling out a jar of Vaseline and set it on top of the
dresser.  Then he reached inside again and pulled out something I couldn't
see well, but looked like a dick.  A big dick!  It was all veins and
everything just like a man's dick.
   He walked sheepishly up to me and hummed.  "I like my men loose."
   "What's that mean?" I asked truly puzzled.
   "Turn over on your belly." He ordered.
   Now wait a minute.  I thought I was going to do the fucking, but I
didn't hesitate.  I flopped over and he came up from behind me and started
digging his tongue inside my ass like I had done him earlier.
   God the feeling was amaizing as he sloshed his tongue in there.  I
instantly understood he was well acquainted with what he was doing and I
was merely an armature.  It was like I was a sub sandwich and there was a
meal between my buns.  "Holy cow!" I heard myself yell freely.
   Then he lifted off me and licked his lips.  "Mmm it gets better."
   He opened the jar of Vaseline and started smearing it all over my ass
and even dug a finger in.  That didn't bother me as much as I thought, but
then another finger went in and there was some pressure, but I could still
stand it.  Then a third finger and it started to hurt.
   "Uh." I grunted.  "That don't feel good."
   "Wait." He stated, but once again it sounded like an order.
   He twisted his fingers around and I could feel him separated them a
little as he did so.  Then he closed them tight again and did the same
thing over and over again.  Finally he yanked them free from my ass.
   I felt as though I was empty all of a sudden and it seemed to me that I
wanted his fingers back in there.  I missed him.
   Next I heard a buzzing noise and before I could turn around I felt a
vibration between my ass cheeks and a soft like filling feeling invade my
ass.  I literally felt my ass cheeks divide to make room for that thing he
was jamming up there.  "Uh!" I grunted a protest, but it did no good.  He
just continued maneuvering the thing in and out, up and down, around and
around.
   "Feel good?" He asked after a while.
   I thought about it for the first time and felt myself wither in his
control.  "Mnnn yes." I mumbled in ecstasy as I felt my prostate being
vibrated even though I didn't even know I had a prostate at the time.
   That's when he yanked the vibrating thing out of my ass and I felt that
lonely feeling again.  "Put it back." I begged.
   "No I got something better." He said and climbed between my outstretched
legs.  He lowered himself down and I felt a smaller invader enter my ass.
It may have been smaller, but it felt even better.  Perhaps because I knew
it was the real thing this time.
   he maneuvered himself in deep and lay over my back with his belly still
glistening with cold wet water from the pool.  He started fucking me and it
felt great, but each time he rose his ass to take another violent jab in me
the water squished between us and when air was freed it sounded like a fart
each and every time.
   I giggled at the sound and then he giggled and then we were laughing as
he fucked me for all he was worth.  I never even knew it was possible to
laugh while fucking, but we were having a ball.
   He fucked me for a while and then he pulled out and twisted me around.
That's when he shoved his cock in my face and said.  "Suck it."
   I only had the thought of where it was in my head for a second.  I
looked at his four incher and seeing it was clean I gave it a sniff and
smelt nothing so I opened my mouth to accept him.  I enclosed my mouth
around it and he began to fuck my face like he did my ass.
   I came again, but this time my dick shot all over us and without
touching it in any way.  I didn't even know it could do that.
   Then he pulsated again and grunted and that was the only way I would
have known he came.  I swallowed greedily, but didn't taste anything like I
thought I would.  It seemed I was drinking a thick water.
   He rolled over me and we lay side by side.  "What a day huh?"
   "Yeah." I hummed and we fell to sleep like that.  Laying on our back at
an angle on the bed and normally that was something I could never do.  I'm
one who has to sleep as specific way.  I have to be properly on the bed
with my head on the pillow, tucked warmly and securely in my blankets with
my feet outside.  Ever since I had a case of athletes foot that's how I had
to be.  Feet out and breathing the air.
   Normally too I would have a fan going.  Not for the breeze so much, but
to drown out the noise of the passing cars, but here I was at piece and
content.  There wasn't a noise to be heard.  Not even the house creaked or
moaned and I'm sure it was an older house than our own in Chicago.
   Alternative Families
   Book 1
   Lazy K Nude Ranch
   By Let Nature Happen
   Chapter 2
   Horses And Other Property
   I woke the next morning to something very strange and wonderful.  With
eyes closed I could feel soft kisses going up my back and what I thought
was that vibrating fake dick slipping easily in my ass.  I just kept my
eyes closed and moaned.  "Oh what a wonderful way to wake up."
   "Yes it is." Answered Brandon, but it sounded like he was next to me.
   I opened my eyes to find Brandon laying on his back next to me and my
dad had his legs over his shoulders and was fucking him for all he was
worth.
   "But who?"
   I was laying on my stomach and I sure was being fucked, but the one
fucking me was my uncle John.  He wasn't laying on me.  He was balancing on
his hands and knees keeping his weight off of me, but he was pummeling my
hole like crazy and beads of sweat was dripping off his chin onto my back.
   "Oh fuck your kid's got a great ass." He grumbled.
   "So does yours." Dad responded as he rammed himself home with a grunt
causing Brandon to inch towards the headboard with every thrust.
   I guess they had been fucking us in our sleep because that's all there
was to it.  They climbed off of us and John slapped my ass saying. 
"Breakfast is ready kiddo."
   "Ok." I said and got out of bed followed closely behind by Brandon.
   "Today's the funeral." Dad said as almost an afterthought.  "You kids
don't have to go if you don't think you can handle it."
   "What's not to handle?" I asked in a dead stop.
   Dad propped up on one elbow and said.  "Come here son."
   I went to the bed and literally had to jump backwards to get my ass on
the high bed and tuck my back to his belly and bent legs with his wet dick
at my lower spine.
   "Sometimes a funeral can be traumatic for a kid." He said as he glided
his hand down the back of my silky hair.  "You see grandma is having an
open casket.  That means..."
   "I know what it means dad."
   "Well it's something I could never do even with my own parents." Dad
sighed.  "I go to funerals, but I have to stand way in the back where I
can't see inside the casket."
   "You do?" Brandon asked.
   "Yeah." He said.  "It's nothing to be ashamed of.  I just can't handle
seeing a dead person.  Never could."
   "You see son." John added and to me more than to Brandon, but I'm sure
he meant to address us both.  "Funerals are meant for the living.  The dead
could care less.  It's a chance for the living to say goodbye.  Personally
I wouldn't even go if I didn't feel like I had to.  The only reason I feel
that is people would think I'm being disrespectful."
   "Now go take a shower and get ready for breakfast." Dad said and nudged
me off the bed.
   "Ok." We both said and off we went to that wonderful bathroom.
   We each stood above the toilet this time and once again crossed streams
and like before laughed.  "Ghost busters!"
   Then he safely flushed the actual toilet and we exited the round stall.
   We heard water running and we looked around the stall.  There in the
pool/tub which we later learned was called a spa were our sisters washing
each other under one shower.
   All of the four of the shower heads pointed and sprayed to the center of
the spa so it really didn't matter which one you stood under.  Also three
were streams of water coming out the sides of the spa so there wasn't a
place in the spa you wouldn't get wet if you were in there.
   "Mind if we join you?" Brandon said as we stepped down unashamedly
naked.
   "Sure." Alexis beamed as she watched us get ever closer.  "Plenty of
room."
   I did feel a bit...  Not dirty at all, not used either, but a bit
grungy. No...  Un-fresh would be the word I guess.  As I drew close to the
girls Barbara reached out a soapy hand and wrapped her fingers around my
own four inches of now somewhat experienced dick.  Her slipper touch was
warm and inviting as she continued to lather my cock.  "Mnnn feels good."
   "Yeah it does." She chimed with an evil grin.
   Then my mom's voice rang out from the top of the stairs saying.  "You
kids make sure you clean those asses well if you plan on going nude today.
I don't want skid marks on the furniture that I have to explain.  Also if
you have to shit later in the day I want you to use the bidet with a rag
and soap."
   "Ok mom." I said.
   "And I mean each and every time."
   "Yes mother." I said knowing I rolled my eyes.
   "That's right." Brandon half giggled.  "We don't have to get dressed at
all."
   `Nope." I said as Barbara finished rinsing my dick off and knelt before
me taking it into her mouth.  I softly grabbed the sides of her hair and
began gyrating my hips in and out at the same speed she was sucking me.
   I don't know, but it seems adults make more noise when they are having
sex or something because all I could do was move in and out and breath.
   Brandon was now on his knees servicing my sister in the same way and I
looked at Alexis who was standing next to me in total bliss.  I leaned in
and kissed her one two three smacks on the lips and then I went in for the
kill.  I wrapped my arms around her as our cousins satisfied themselves on
our sex organs.
   I passionately kissed Alexis and no matter what happened in the next few
minutes we were inseparable.  Our faces seemed suctioned together like a
Garfield doll on a car window.
   Suddenly we both shivered as I rocketed my jams down Barbara's throat. I
wasn't sure if girls could cum and to be honest I didn't care, but that's
what I guessed was going on with Alexis as well.
   When they pulled off of us they instantly attached together like Velcro
while my satisfied sister and I helped each other wash up.  I even cleaned
the inside of her cunny with my fingers just as did she did to my ass hole.
   Then while Brandon had Barb bent over and was fucking her like a dog we
toweled off and left the bathroom holding hands.
   "You love being naked don't you?" She asked as we entered the hall.
   "Yeah." I said.  It's so weird I don't know why.  I just love it.
   "It's ok, but I think you like it more than I do." She responded about
the time we stepped side by side down the cold marble stairs with our bare
feet clicking with echoes against the marble walls all the way.
   "I wish we didn't have to go back to Chicago." I told her as we entered
the breakfast room.
   "Me neither."
   "We don't." Mom spoke.
   "What?"
   "We can live right here from now on." She smiled.  It's in the will, but
there is a speculation."
   "What's that." I asked.
   "We all have to live here together." She said.  "And there's not a thing
in the will that says we have to wear cloths either."
   The news was great and we were happy and all that, but something was
nagging at me.  "Mom why are you guys letting us do these things?"
   "What baby?" She asked knowingly.
   "You know."
   "Oh I don't know sweetie.  I mean we, meaning us adults were very much
the same way as kids.  I like it and so do the others."
   "That's it?" I asked.  "You like it?"
   "Yeah." She retorted.  "Adults call it swinging.  Your father and I have
a special swinging group we belonged to back in the city and we plan on
continuing.  Does that bother you?"
   "Not me." I snorted.  The question was after all silly.  How could such
a thing bother a boy in puberty?
   "Not me either." Stated Alexis with a giggle.
   "Good now come sit down and eat." Mom demanded in her old motherly way.
   What was strange about all of this being naked around each other, was
that it wasn't strange.  I had never felt more comfortable in all of my
life.  Mom's breasts seem perky and not at all uneasy to look at.  In fact
I couldn't take my eyes off of them except to take a glance at her now
shaven snatch.  It wasn't shaved last night so I imagine she had shaved
either before she went to bed or this morning.
   Dana's tits were larger than mom's, but mom had wider nipples.  Dana was
sitting on the other side of the table so I couldn't see her snatch at all.
I would have to find out if she shaved when she stood for some reason or
another.
   "Aunt Dana could you pass me the milk?" I asked.
   "Sure hon." She beamed and reached to hand me the milk.
   Yep shaved.
   "Did you have fun this morning Uncle John?" I snickered.
   "Oh fuck yeah kiddo." He almost choked.  "Nice ass you got there."
   "John did you fuck that boy?" Dana spat.
   "Sure did." He proudly proclaimed.
   "With that huge thing?"
   "I didn't even wake him." He answered with a glair.
   "Damn!" She responded.  "The boy must have been in a coma."
   "Your son is no stranger to a big dick either." Dad laughed.  "I sloshed
all around in his sweet ass."
   "Where are those two by the way?" She queried.
   "Fucking." I heard Alexis state matter-of-factly.
   "Oh." Was all Dana said.
   "Should these girls go on the pill?" Dad asked.
   "No." Was all our moms sharply said and at the same time.
   "Well that was plainly put." Dad jolted surprised.
   Brandon and Barbara joined breakfast a little later and it was then when
the conversation changed to something I wasn't expecting.
   Dad looked at John and started talking.  I normally didn't bother
listening to adults when they talked because it was usually about something
that didn't matter much to me.  "So what do you think?" Dad asked.
   "I think it's a great idea, but we would have to be very selective about
who is accepted.  I mean it's one thing to be a nudist colony, but it's
another to be as liberal as we are talking about."
   "I have an idea about that." Dad said.  "We don't really even have to
interview applicants as much if we do what I'm thinking."
   "What's that?"
   "First we of course hire private investigators who do the background of
the applicants."
   "Of course." John agreed.
   "We wire the main house with surveillance cameras.  I mean everywhere
even the bathrooms."
   "You mean have the applicants move in here?" Mom asked.
   "Yeah while their homes are being built." Dad answered.  "If they are
government plants and even if they let their kids go nude, they would never
do or let the kids do what they would need to do to be accepted at the Lazy
K."
   "We wouldn't even need to ask them to prove anything." John light up. 
"We just check the video tapes and if they do some of those things on their
own then they can't be government plants."
   "That's right." Dad said.  "If they don't do anything except walk around
nude then at any time we want we could just tell them that they were not
accepted."
   "So then somehow we have to separate this house from the colony?" Dana
asked.
   "Yeah." Dad answered.  "We set the house grounds as the introduction
area sort of like a bead and breakfast.  We could set up a game room for
the kids and then there's the pool area.  We have the horses and we could
offer riding classes.  We would have to of course hire some people we can
trust as staff."
   "I got a question." I injected.
   "What's that son?" Dad asked.
   "I understand what you want to do and I'm all with that." I said.  "But
if people care going to be staying in this house, where are we going to
live?  And what about our things in Chicago?"
   "Yeah dad." Barb spoke.  "What about Brandy?"
   "Brandy?" Dad asked.  "Who's Brandy?"
   "Brandy is our dog.  We left her at a kennel."
   "We're taking care of all that." Mom said.
   "That's right." Dad agreed.  "And as for where we will live well we're
going to have another house built in the residential area of the colony."
   "But dad." I started to wine.  "We like this house."
   "Trust me son.  You will love the new house even more."
   "Will we all still live together?"
   "You like that?" Mom asked
   All of us kids looked at each other and eyed each other up relishing in
our nudity and said all at once.  "Hell yeah!"
   "Well it is what grandma expects." Was all dad said.
   A limo picked our parents up at the front door while we kids watched
from the hall window upstairs.  The driver did take a quick glance up
towards us before he climbed in the car himself, but I don't think he saw
anything and even if he did he would have only seen from our eyes up.
   With the adults gone it left us kids to explore our new home and to even
accept the fact that this was our new home.  We walked down the hall and
took a peek in each room.  There were four double doors our bedroom suite
door on one side and three on the other.  I guess there would have been
room for one more suite on that side but the grand staircase took up that
space.
   Each suite was as lavish as ours, but each was decorated slightly
different.  One had a very rustic look and reminded me more of what a
hunting lodge would look like.  I didn't care for that one much.  Too
cowboy for my taste.
   The next room was where our parents stayed and we could tell that
because it was a total disaster.  Clothes were strewn all over the place
and the beds were almost stripped naked.  The blankets and sheets were
everywhere.  We kids giggled at that.
   One suite was very feminine.  It was all white and light pink and had
flowers all over.  It was pretty, but no place for boys.  The girls however
talked about how they would have loved staying in there.
   "Fine." I said holding Brandon by the shoulders.  "You girls sleep in
this one and we boys will sleep in the other."
   "Nah." The girls snickered.  "We have plans for tonight."
   "Oh yeah?" Brandon perked.
   "What plans?" I asked.
   "You'll see." they both giggled.
   One suite was just one room and it looked like a sitting room.  there
were no other doors in the room.  It just had a living room set and a small
table.  in the corner was a flip table like thing, but it had no top.  Just
a frame that went around the edges.  there was a quilt draped over a chair
next to it and some small pieces of cloth piled in a box near by.  There
was also a sewing machine and some rolls of cloth on the other side of
that. The girls cooed and awed over it all, but didn't say anything.
   One room was like ours and it had two doors and a bathroom like ours,
but both the bedroom doors were locked.
   We walked down the stairs to the main floor, but we pretty much saw all
that.  It was the livingroom, dining room, breakfast room, kitchen with
table in there and another family room.  Then there was grandma's office
down the hall, but the office was locked and we understood that.  There was
probably important papers and such.
   Then there was a door by the kitchen.  It wasn't a fancy door at all. 
It was more like an apartment door.  Brandon opened it and past the door
was a hallway with normal doors on either side.
   Each door was locked all except one.  I don't think we meant to be as
quiet as we were because we thought we were the only ones in the house, but
when I opened the door we saw something we could only look at each other in
disbelief over.
   I imagine we looked like a totem pole peeking through the slightly
opened door, but there we stood dumfounded.  Alexis on all fours.  Me with
legs spread over her with Brandon and Barb on either sides of us with their
heads stuck in between mine and my sister's.  I guess all of is had mouths
gaping cause I know I did.
   The room was we were looking in looked much like any other Chicago
apartment.  It had a kitchen with a breakfast bar, but the refrigerator
tucked in the cabinets was what gave it away as a kitchen.  The counter top
was bare.
   The Living room it's self was furnished, but unlike the main house it
was furnished to the bare minimum.  There was a table in the what could
best be described as the dining area, but there was only one chair at the
table and it was a folding chair.
   There was a small TV set sitting on a roller stand against the far wall
in the living room.  It was on and seemed to have a karate game going and
it was being played badly.  On the lower shelf sat an X-box.  There was a
chair facing at an angle with its back mostly facing away from us, but the
occupant of the chair was in clear view.
   It was a kid.  He looked to be a little older than we were.  Possibly
fourteen or fifteen years old and he was slouched in the un-extended
recliner.  He was playing the game alright.
   He had his controller in hand and was making a feeble attempt to play.
Well, play as best as he could while the pretty lady who had helped us get
unpacked was on her knees before him, wearing the same uniform she wore
last night and sucking his dick!
   The boy was blond and had shoulder length hair.  He was dressed much
like a city skater type with baggy shirt and sagging pants with a chain
that drooped and looped across has pants.  It was also obvious from what we
could see of the area that he was wearing green, gray plaid boxers.
   He didn't seem very interested in the blowjob he was receiving.  It
looked like he wanted to play the game more, but the lady was steadily
going at him like she was starving.
   Then the boy grunted, rolled his eyes and his character on the game was
knocked out.  I guessed he came and couldn't maintain control.
   "That better?" The lady asked.
   "Yeah." He answered and let her tuck his softening dick back in his
pants.
   "You better get going then." She said and when he turned he saw us
standing there.
   "Who are you?"
   "Oh my.  Children!" The woman stammered in horror.  "What are you doing
down here?"
   "Well um." I stuttered while the door seemed to open its self and we
stood there in the same uncomfortable position one over the other and naked
as you please.  "We're sorry we thought we were the only ones home." The we
righted ourselves in our embarrassment.
   "Goodness you're all naked!" She gasped.
   That was the only time thus far I wanted to cover myself.
   "Why didn't you leave with the others?" Alexis asked.
   "We have no place we can go."
   The boy by then was standing on his feet sagging like a skater alright
and a rather cute one at that.  His feet couldn't even be seen cause they
were cover by his pant legs.
   "You got all that money." Alexis reminded her.
   "Yes but we still don't know how we can use it.  It's a credit card and
we have no identification."
   "What?" We all asked confused.
   "Please children," She said while standing.  "Come to the kitchen and
let me explain."
   As we walked back to the main kitchen she asked.  "Why are you children
naked?"
   "We live here now and we like going nude." I shakily answered not
knowing how else to put it.
   "Oh I see."
   She went to the fridge and we kids all climbed on the breakfast stools
while we waited for an explanation and she dug in the fridge.
   She pulled out a gallon of milk and set it on the counter closing the
fridge with her foot.  "You see I am an illegal alien." She said as she set
the milk on the counter before us and reached above her head for glasses.
"I am from Russia my real name is Sonya."
   We just listened as she talked and searched the cabinets and found some
chocolate mix.  She spooned the coco in each glass and continued talking.
"Your grandfather paid for me to come here by my owner."
   There was not much of an accent, but maybe she couldn't find the right
words.  "Owner?" Alexis asked.
   "Yes you see I am Serbian."
   "Ok?"
   All the while as she talked her son was standing behind us not knowing
what to do with himself.
   "I belong now to him...  Your grandfather, but he is dead and then I
belonged to your grandmother, but she just thought I was a servant." She
said with a tear in her eyes now.
   I took note that the boy was still standing there and Sonya was not
making him a glass of chocolate milk.  I looked at him and said.  "Sit
down. You can have some chocolate milk too." Then I looked at his shocked
mother.
   "No, no he couldn't." She protested.
   "Why not?" Brandon asked.
   "Servants must not eat with the masters.  It's not done.  We now belong
to you since your grandmother died."
   "That's stupid." Barbara barked.  "You don't belong to anyone."
   That's when the woman broke down in tears.  "You're making us leave? 
Where will we go?  How will we live?"
   "What are you talking about?" Brandon asked.
   "We are property.  We belong to you." She wept.
   "What are you saying, you're saves?" I asked.
   "Yes slaves!" She almost smiled probably in relief that we understood.
   "That's crazy!" I said in disbelief.  "This is America we don't have
slaves." I then turned sharply and got really upset and said firmly to the
boy.  "Will you please sit down?"
   He did alright.  He sat right where he was on the floor in that spot.
   "No sit up here on the stool!"
   The boy looked at his mother not knowing what to do.  I looked at her in
anger and she nodded to him that he could.
   "Listen." I said.  "I don't know what this is all about, but if you have
to do what we say this I say you do what you want till our parents get home
from the funeral.  They'll know what to do."
   She looked really frightened and then heaved in reassignment and said.
"Yes maybe that would be best."
   "In the mean time." Brandon said and got up from his chair.  "You sit
too." Then he led her to a stool on our side of the counter and helped her
up.  "I can make the drinks."
   "I'll help." I said and got up as well.  It was strange how what we were
doing seemed to take the two by total surprise.
   "So your son was born in Russia too?" I asked as I got two more glasses
down.
   "No Mish was born here." She said.
   "America?" Barb asked.
   "No here.  In this house."
   "In this house?"
   "Yes here in this house." She repeated.
   "Oh." We just didn't know what else to ask then.  It was all too weird.
What else was weird was that Mish looked as though he had never had
chocolate milk before.  He looked shocked at how good it tasted and
swallowed it all down in almost one breath.
   "Want some more?" I asked him.
   He looked at his mother for her approval again.
   "Look at me." I ordered and he did.  "Do you want some more?"
   He nodded that he did and I poured him a full glass of milk and Brandon
added the chocolate powder and stirred it.  Then he handed the glass back
to the boy and held it with him.  "Take your time." Brandon said.  "There's
plenty more."
   The boy seemed to understand and began sipping cautiously.  Or maybe he
was savoring it.  Who knows?
   As we all sat around drinking chocolate milk we got to know each other a
little better.  It turns out that Sonya was actually a prostitute in
Siberia before the collapse of Russia.  She belonged to what in America
would be considered a pimp and when Grandpa was there he bought her and
brought her to his estate telling grandma she was a migrant worker.
   The boy was born on the estate alright, but we didn't need a brick to
fall on our heads to know that Grandpa was his father and the he was our
half uncle.  Each of us kids huddled over that one and decided it was best
not to talk about that part except to our parents.
   It seemed gramps was into some other things we didn't know about either.
He liked to control the girl and he also liked to treat her almost like an
animal.  She slept on a blanket if she was good and her son was the only
one allowed a cot.
   The boy it turns out is a street hustler in Las Vegas and she always
gave him head before he left so that he would last longer for his first
John.
   A hustler it seems is expected not to like being in bed with a trick,
but is also supposed to cum, but only if he looks like it's a chore.  I
guess tricks like the boys to act straight even if the aren't.
   Neither of them did have any identification.  Mish was born on the
estate and if he got arrested he would have to stay in jail till his time
was up and when he was released he returned home to a beating and his cot
was removed for a time.  Grandpa was an asshole.
   After the drinks were all gone and we were all satisfied both
refreshment wise and mentally I looked at the boy and asked.  "Do you like
to swim?"
   Once again he looked at me as if he didn't know what I was talking about
and then he looked at his mother which I put my finger under his chin
correcting his action with.  "I asked you not her."
   He lowered his head and said quietly.  "I never have."
   We four kids looked at each other and smiled saying.  "Swimming
lessons!"
   Then Brandon and I grabbed the boy by his arms and the girls grabbed
Sonya and we led them to the pool where we promptly started to undress them
and they just stood there letting us.
   Mish by the way didn't have a single hair anywhere under his neck. 
Sonya explained how he wasn't allowed to grow hair and that she regularly
waxed it off of him until it finally gave up and quit growing all together.
   It was weird thinking that we were younger than he was and yet we all
had more hair than he did at least around our privates.
   We walked them like children to the steps and waded in.  It really was
like teaching a toddler to swim because he looked frightened.  Even when
the water was only to his hips and his uncircumcised did was bobbing in the
warm water he looked like he thought he was going to drown.
   Eventually Brandon and I had him lay across our crisscrossed arms using
them as bracers under his chest trying to get him to learn to float.  He
didn't do to well that first day, but he tried to please us.
   That was the whole thing too.  He seemed to want to do nothing more than
to please us.  What he wanted wasn't even a thought in his head.  If we
didn't tell him what to do he just didn't know what to do with himself and
he looked lost.
   Sonya too was very much the same way and I have to admit that I kind of
liked being in charge like that.  It gave me a feeling of adulthood that I
never felt before.  I was an authority figure.  I did feel guilty for
liking it though.
   Soon enough our parents came home and out to the pool already naked.  At
first the didn't see our "guests" but then they did and froze, but seeing
our "guests" were naked as well relaxed.
   I looked at Alexis and our cousins and motioned with my head to go and
explain what was going on while I stayed with Sonya and Mish keeping them
company.
   We didn't do much more than wade at the edge of the pool up to our
chests while the three explained to our shocked parents what it was all
about.  It seemed like their mouths gaped and their eyes bugged out for
hours and I could tell it took more than two times of repeating every word
to them so they understood what it was all about.
   Eventually Sonya was asked to go in the house with them while us kids
were left outside to entertain Mish.  Then he seemed to relax a little more
and we ended up splashing around, laughing and playing like kids are
supposed to do.
   In the middle of all our play Mish suddenly froze and looked like just
remembered something.  "What is it?" Barb asked.
   "We are all alone here right?" Mish asked.
   "Yeah just us out here." I injected.
   "No I mean on the land it's just me, you guys, your parents and Sonya?"
   "You don't say mom?" Alexis asked, but he ignored it.
   "Yeah it's just us." Barb answered wondering where he was going with the
question.
   "Who fed the horses?" He asked.
   We all just stood there lost in thought and then without needing any
encouragement we headed dripping wet and naked to the stables to see what
we could do.
   "Alexis." I said as we walked.  "Go tell our folks we're going to try to
feet the horses.  Tell them to come out when they can."
   "Ok." She sharply answered and ran back to the house.
   Now I had never fed a horse before and I was hoping Mish knew what to
do, but I also understood he was not much older than we were.  I
quickstepped in front of him and stopped him.  "Mish." I said bringing him
to a halt.  "We've never fed a horse have you?"
   "Yes of course." He said and started to walk again, but I held him back.
   "Mish that makes you in charge of us.  Do you understand?"
   "What?"
   "You have to tell us what to do."
   As I thought he looked at me lost again.  I don't know why I understood
that he might not grasp being assertive, but I had to make him understand.
"Only you know what needs to be done and it may be hard for you, but you
have to just tell us what you want us to do or the horses won't get fed."
   It took him another moment, but then he nodded and said.  "I say and you
do?"
   "Yes that's right and we promise you won't be punished."
   I swear to this day he looked crushed when I said he wouldn't be
punished, but knew that he understood sometimes he has to take control.
   We went through the doors and there were the horses all in disarray. 
None of them were in their stalls and they were all just milling around
like workers on a break.  He grabbed a bunch of already looped up ropes and
handed one to each of us.  He looked at me pointed at a white horse and
said.  "That is Sally May.  Her stall is down there."
   I knew what I had to do alright, but I had never done it before.  I was
also scared to death.  "Will she bite or kick?"
   "Yes." He said.  "They all will if they know you are afraid.  Don't be
afraid."
   I was going to retort with (Just like us with you) but I didn't.
   I cautiously walked up to the beautiful white horse and she looked over
her shoulder out of what looked more like curiosity than anything then she
turned back.
   "Hello Sally." I cooed.  "I'm not going to hurt you.  I want to feed
you." It took me a couple times to get the loop over her head because she
kept bobbing, but I finally did.  "Come on girl."
   I was absolutely shocked she followed me to her stall without an
argument.  Then I stepped in what I knew to be shit.  "Oh man!"
   "Don't worry." Mish laughed from out of sight.  "It washes off."
   "Yah but geese!"
   After I had Sally May all tucked in I knew to get the rope back and
close the door behind.  I walked back to Mish and said.  Who's next? 
Brandon and Barb were already leading two other horses in and Mish pointed
to a brown horse and said.  "Max." Then he pointed to the stall next to
Sally's.
   I limped over to Max, a very muscular horse with what I could see was a
humongous dick that was hanging to his knees and said.  "Max alright!"
   "Max spooks easy." Mish warned.
   "Oh right."
   "Maxy boy." I tried to joke.  "Good boy." He reared up a little which
made me step back into more shit with my no longer clean foot.  "Thanks
Max." But I noticed that when I stepped back Max stepped forward.  I tested
that by stepping back again and once again Max stepped closer.  I reasoned
that I might not need the rope and just invited him to follow me.  "Come on
Max." I begged while making a clicking noise with my tongue and he seemed
to get the idea.
   It took some doing, but we finally got the horses all buckled up in
their stalls.  Mish called us to a door at the end of the stables and said.
"I will go up and drop down some bags.  They are heavy and might break
open, but I don't think any of you are strong enough to catch them.  Just
step back and let them fall."
   We all nodded in agreement and waited while Mish opened the door and
stepped in.  In a moment he was above the horses and dragging a large bag
over to the edge.
   "Wait a second Mish." Dad said as the adults entered the stables.  "I'll
do that and John will catch."
   "Yes sir." Mish snapped almost to attention and I swear looked happy
again.  He also didn't move.  He just waited for my dad to get up there and
he just stood there waiting for orders.
   "How many bags do I toss down?" Dad asked him when he got up there.
   "Six bags sir." He responded crisply.
   "Ok go down and do what you were doing." Dad ordered.
   Mish looked lost again, but dad looked him in the eyes and said.  "Now
boy!" It almost took me by surprise that dad was talking to him like that,
but I instantly understood that dad know exactly what he was doing.
   Mish climbed down and waited to the side while dad handed bag after bag
down to Uncle John below who hefted the bags between stalls and came back
for another.
   Next Mish handed each of us kids a five gallon plastic bucket and ripped
open a bag.  The bag was too heavy to lift so he leaned a side over and let
grains of oats fall into a bucket till it was full.  "Each stall gets half
a bucket." He said holding the handle up to me.
   The bucket was heavy, but not too heavy.  I waddled with it over to
Sally May's stall and opened her gate.  She seemed to know what I was doing
and stepped back for me.  "Good girl." I softly said and went to the chest
high box at the back of the stall.
   "Her you go girl." Then poured some in.  her nose was in the box before
I even started pouring and I had to nudge her aside to get more in, but we
managed.
   I could hear the others doing the same as I was doing and then I heard a
hissing come from behind me.  I turned around and saw Mish standing there
with a hose and filling a trough.  I smiled at him and he smiled at me and
then I looked at my feet.  He understood right away and started hosing my
feet off.
   For a glancing moment I caught an idea in his head and I knew what he
wanted to do, but he looked scared to do it.  I gave him a knowing wink and
he hissed the hose up to my knees.  "Ah." I teased.
   He got the idea it was ok and did it a little higher.
   "Ah!" I laughed and stepped back in play.
   We would have continued, but Dad heard and barked out.  "We have work to
do!"
   "Yes sir." We both answered in sink, but I think Mish and I finally came
to an understanding with a giggling wink.
   When the horses were all fed and the stables were all cleaned and bedded
we started heading back to the house, but John and Dad held us younger kids
back.
   "You kids are being kind to Mish and Sonya and we are all with that."
Dad said.  "But you need to understand that Mish and Sonya are trained
slaves."
   "Yeah we know dad." I said.
   "No you don't understand." Dad said.  "You don't understand it's not
like the kind of slaves you know about from history."
   "You might expect them to take on normal life right away, but this is
who they are.  It makes them happy to serve." John added.  "You may want to
play with Mish and be his friend, but he don't understand all that.  Maybe
he never will."
   Dad got down on one knee and looked us seriously in the eyes.  "Don't
try to be friends with them."
   "You want them to stay slaves?" I gasped.
   "Look son.  It's what they are.  You shouldn't even be calling him by
his name.  You call him by boy or slave."
   "But dad." I almost protested, but dad stood firm.
   "They are property and We're putting you kids in charge of Mish.  It's
your responsibility to maintain his lifestyle.  It would be like taking a
fish out of water and expecting him to walk."
   "But he's a boy." Brandon spat.
   "Yes it's a boy." John snapped back.  "And those are horses.  Those are
our horses and nothing more.  Do you understand?"
   It took a moment to get it to finally sink in, but we finally did and
nodded acceptance.
   "Uncle Dan knows a trainer." John added.  "We sent for him and he will
be here maybe tomorrow.  Till then don't get friendly with the boy or the
bitch."
   "Bitch?" Alexis steamed.
   Dad looked at Alexis and held her by the shoulders.  "Bitch!"
   "Yes sir." She cowered.
   "Good now back to the house all of you and take a shower.  The boy will
wash you."
   "Wash us?"
   "You do nothing for yourselves while the boy or the bitch are around
understand?"
   "Yes sir." We all responded uneasily and at that we headed back to the
house.
   I guess this caused all of our heads to start spinning.  I know for a
fact mine was doing flip flops, but in a way I kind of like the idea of
having a slave at my beckon call.  Hell, who wouldn't?  I knew one thing
for sure.  Life was getting more and more interesting with every passing
minute.
   We went to our bedroom suite where the boy was already in the bathroom
getting things ready for us.  He had adjusted the shower heads so they
pointed to the outer edges of the spa, but were not on.  Instead the spa
was filled with hot water and the whirlpool just were blasting away.  The
tub almost looked intimidating as they churned up the surface of the water
like rapids.  The boy was standing waist high in the center of the tub
waiting for us to step down and take our seats.
   I stepped down first and it hit me right off that the water was
absolutely perfect.  Not too hot and yet it wasn't cool in any way.  It was
just right and already the churning water was relaxing my muscles.  I had
never sat in a whirlpool so I was savoring every second of it.
   I took the far side of the circle and sat down.  The water came up to my
neck and though there were some sprays of mist hitting my nose it wasn't
enough to be aggravating.  I'm sure if it did aggravate me all I would have
had to do was tell the boy and he would know what to do, but as it was I
didn't mind.
   Barbara and Alexis took up either side of me and Brandon took the far
side.  There was our seating area and then next to and between each of us
was an extention that ledged out from the side.  Each extention had a small
knob to adjust the jets, a shower adjust, a place to put a bar of soap and
a cup holder, but we had no drinks.
   "It would be cool to have something to drink wouldn't it?" I mentioned
to the others.
   "Like what?" Brandon asked.
   "Excuse me." The boy spoke.  "But there is a wet bar in the suite."
   "What's a wet bar?" I asked actually picturing a wet bar as in rod or
pole that was wet.
   "I can make you any drink you would like."
   "Like a coke or something?" Alexis asked and I could tell she was
lavishing the hot bubbles.
   "Excuse me missy." The boy said.  "But I can ever open a bottle of
campaign."
   "Our folks would throw a fit." Barbara warned.
   "We could ask." I said.
   The boy reached towards me and flipped a little door that slowly came up
and over to me.  Inside was a compartment that contained a phone with a
built in speaker and a blue button.  He pushed the button and waited. 
Moments later the bitches voice came with.  "Yes?"
   "The owners would like a drink.  What can they have?"
   There was no answer for some time and then came the bitches voice again
saying.  "Their parents say that they can have anything, but if they get
sick it's your responsibility to clean it up and also you are to watch over
them boy."
   The boy didn't answer he just closed the cover back up.  "What would you
like to drink?"
   I could tell there was supposed to be something he should call us, but
he wasn't sure how to do that.  We were after all just kids and not only
were we kids, but we were two boys and two girls.  You can't exactly say
sir and not offend the girls and yet you can't say ma'am either.
   The thing that came to my mind when he asked what we wanted to drink was
going to be hard to describe and since I never had anything like it all I
could do was try and tell what it looked like.  I leaned in and said.  "I
don't know what it's called, but I saw one in a movie.  It has a little
umbrella sticking out of it and there is some fruit in the glass."
   "Something tropical?" The boy asked.
   "Yeah tropical." I smiled.  "And sweet."
   "Yes sir." Then he turned to Barbara and asked.  "And the missy?"
   She thought for a moment and giggled.  "I don't know.  Something sweet
too, but you don't have to make it look fancy."
   "Missy." He said with a smile.  "I can make you anything, it's not
trouble."
   "Ok then I'll have what Alex is having."
   As soon as he turned to Brandon, Brandon spat.  "Vodka martini, shaken
not stirred."
   "Dude!" I scoffed.  "That's cool." Knowing exactly where he got that
from.
   "That is a very strong drink sir are you sure?"
   "Yes quite." He snubbed with his nose in the air which made me giggle.
   "Missy?"
   Alexis thought for a moment and then she said.  "I just feel like having
some juice."
   "Orange juice?" He asked.
   "That sounds good."
   "Alexis." I taunted.  "Come on and try something new."
   "I can put some vodka in the orange juice.  I forget what it's called,
but it is a drink."
   "Ok." She smiled.  "I'll have that."
   With that the boy stepped out of the tub and headed to the stairs.
   "This is so cool." I smiled.  "We have it made."
   "I'm still not comfortable making Mish do everything for us." Alexis
sighed.
   "Remember dad said not to feel sorry for him.  Besides he seems more
comfortable doing things for us than if we did them for him.  Haven't you
seen that?"
   "Well kinda I suppose." She reluctantly agreed.
   "Yeah besides." Brandon added.  "What's wrong with a little luxury?  I
think we're rich now.  Why not enjoy it?"
   "You think we're rich?" I asked him.
   "Shit." He flipped.  "Look around you.  Did you live like this in
Chicago?"
   "No."
   "Ever know anyone who did?"
   "No."
   "Dude...  We're fucking stinking filthy rich."
   That's when it hit me that what he was saying was true.  We were rich.
When you're twelve you don't worry about how much money you have you just
figure the adults handle that.  All I could picture though was being able
to get some things I had only let cross my mind as it would be nice to
have. Now though I could actually stand a chance of getting those things if
I asked for them.
   "Brandon." I spoke.  "If you could have anything you wanted what would
you want?"
   He thought for a second.  "Well even if I asked for a car I would be too
young for it, but a dirt bike would be cool."
   "Mean like a bicycle?"
   "No dude moto-cross."
   "Oh yeah!  Handa 250?"
   "Fuck Handa." He miffed.  I don't want any Japanese crap.  I mean like a
Harley."
   Our false pubescent expertise shown through as we dreamed.  "I thought
Harley only made hogs."
   "No dude they make all kinds of shit and I bet if they didn't make it
for the right price they could custom build anything you want."
   "I want a jet ski." Alexis shockingly added.
   "A jet ski?" I laughed.  "That's for boys."
   "Who says?"
   "Besides." I added.  "Have you seen any lakes around here?"
   "Well no, but that's what I want.  What do you want?"
   I lowered my head and said.  "A boat."
   Everyone laughed and of course Alexis teased me saying.  "Do you see any
lakes around here?"
   I perked up and said.  "I want a yacht.  One for the ocean."
   "We don't live near an ocean." She laughed.
   "No, but remember now we can afford to go." That shut her up.
   After a little more mull shitting Mish finally came back down holding a
tray of drinks.  He stepped into the water standing in the center of the
spa and holding the tray with one hand under it and he handed each of us
our drinks with the other.
   Suddenly Brandon started choking and spitting.  "What the hell is this
crap?"
   We all laughed.
   "It's a vodka martini, shaken not stirred sir.  That is what you asked
for." Mish answered.  "Tastes like perfume!"
   "That's the vermouth sir." He said.  "Can I make you something else?"
   "Are you sure this is what James Bond drinks?" Brandon asked with a
bitter face.
   "Oh yes sir."
   "I'll try to drink it."
   "Don't be so stubborn Brandon." Barb spoke.  "If you don't like it don't
drink it."
   "Is there anything I can do for any of you?" Mish asked.
   "Yes I said boldly after taking a very satisfying sip of my drink.  "You
can come over here and wash me."
   "Yes sir." Mish smiled and setting the try down on the side of the spa
picked up a wash cloth and bar of soap.
   Alternative Families
   Book 1
   Lazy K Nude Ranch
   by Let Nature Happen
   Chapter 3
   Our Creative Side
   As Told By Joan
   One day Alex came up to us and told us that he wanted to write down some
things about our family.  We told him that we didn't think it was a good
idea, but he swore that the names would be changed and that the only people
who would be reading the story would be interested people or other families
like ourselves.
   I told him that I would have to read over what he had so far before I
could condone such a thing and so I have.  We all decided to add a little
to the story where we all thought it would be appropriate to do so.
   I read up to the point where the kids were in the spa.  I decided this
would be a good point to inject what else was going on in the house from
that point.
   I must admit that Alex is a pretty good writer and I am very proud of
him.  He is pretty accurate too and that helps.  I had no idea that he was
naturally an exhibitionist though.  However that is something I find to be
very sexy about him.
   Yes I do think it's very natural for a mother to think that her son is
sexy.  Nobody could convince me that even an ultra conservative Christian
mother doesn't have such thoughts.  They may try to shake those thought out
of their heads and protest others who admit such things, but they think
those things none the less.
   Now let's see, where were we?  Ah yes the spa night.,,
   While the kids were upstairs doing whatever it is they did that night we
adults were in the parlor relaxing and talking about our plans for the
estate.
   I remember that we were paired off into same sex couples.  I was on
Dana's lap in a wingback leather chair by the book shelves and John was
stretched out on the couch with his head in Dan's lap.  I was casually
paying minimal attention to the fact that John had his elbow pointed to the
sky against the back of the couch and was mindlessly playing with Dan's
cock behind his head.
   "Well what do you think about my idea?" Dan asked.
   What's that hon?" I asked.
   "About building a new house for us and using this house as a resort
slash interview house for applicants to our nudist colony."
   "Oh yeah well I don't know." I injected.  "John and I grew up in this
house and the kids all love it so.  It would be strange to see others
enjoying it like that."
   "Well to be honest babe." He said.  "This house gives me the willies."
   "It does?  Why?"
   "I don't know.  I guess I always had a desire to live in a more modern
and contemporary house whenever I could afford one of my own.  This house
is so old and decadent for my tastes."
   "Well yeah." I agreed.  "Mom and dad never did associate with what they
considered lower classes.  I always thought that was so petty of them."
   Meanwhile I was being treated to the same kind of casual play by Dana on
my clit as she scraped it with her long nails.  Not causing me any pain
mind you, she was only tickling it as she listened to our conversation.  I
have to say it was quite stimulating.
   "Well I think it's a good idea." She said.  "Only because you can't get
to the rest of the estate unless you pass the main house.  We could erect a
tall fence around the back of the stables so that the only people allowed
past the colony gate would be those who belong back there.  Applicants and
guests couldn't go past that point.  And there are certain shall we say
belongings that couldn't get past the gate to the resort house."
   When she said belongings we all knew she meant the slaves.  It was a
good idea to keep that incentive to the plan a secret from those who might
not be accepted to the colony.  We wouldn't want them reporting us for
white slavery even though they seem quite welling and content to be slaves.
   "It wouldn't be a bad idea to get more slaves for the colony." John
added.
   "Yeah, but how?" Dan asked.
   "What about that trainer that's coming over tomorrow?  Would he know?" I
asked.
   "Oh hell yeah he would know." Dan answered.
   "What is his name anyway?" I asked.
   "He won't say.  He goes only by trainer.  He keeps his personal life and
his professional life separate."
   "What a strange thing for someone to do." Dana said.  "What if he runs
into someone in his personal life that he knows from his professional
life?"
   "Good question." I agreed with a giggle.
   "You'll see when he gets here." Dan smirked.
   "I want a baby." Dana spat out of nowhere."
   "You do huh?" John replied with a raised eyebrow.
   "I am ovulating today."
   "Well I guess I can accommodate you on that." John smirked.
   "Not you stupid." This caused all of us to perk up and listen.  "I want
Dan to be the father."
   There was a moment of silence when she said that then I looked at my
husband, smiled and motioned with my head while standing because we girls
had talked it over.  (Though I wasn't sure she was being as serious as I
was.) That was exactly what I wanted as well.
   While my husband rose and walked over to Dana I traded places with him
and walked over to my own brother.  "I'm not due for a couple days, but
nothing says we can't get a jump start on making a baby of our own."
   "Oh really now?" He smiled.
   I held out my hand and led him upstairs followed closely behind by Dan
and Dana.  We went to our suite and I said to Dan and Dana.  "You take that
room and we'll take this room.  Good luck you two."
   "Same to you." Dana said as if we were gloating to the guys that we were
in charge now and they both acted as if they were confused over the whole
thing, but they liked the idea.
   I closed our bedroom door behind John and myself and said.  "It's been a
while hasn't it?"
   "What are you talking about?  We just..." He retorted.
   "No, we've fucked, but it's been a while since we had a chance to make
real love to each other."
   "Yeah." He agreed.  "Too long."
   As sexily as I could I sashayed over to the bed and wiggled my ass in
the air at him.  "Come on big boy.  Come and plant a baby in your sister."
Then I lay on the bed and waited while he looked me over.
   I know that carrying twins takes it's toll on a girl but I considered
myself still sexy for a thirty-one year old woman.  My double C's are no
comparison to Dana's D cups but I think mine are a bit more perky.  My bush
is a little out of control, but then so is Dana's so there at least we were
on equal footing.
   John crawled over me with his hard eight inches pointing at my belly
button and asked.  "Do you want me to talk to you as a lover or a brother?"
   "Interesting question." I said looking lovingly in his eyes.  "Surprise
me."
   "Well..." He smirked.  "Mom always said I should keep my penis clean."
   "Well..." I responded.  "Mom always said I should help you whenever I
could.  So why don't you bring that filthy thing up here so I can clean it
off?"
   "Ok sis." He said and crawled so that his cock was pointing directly at
my watering mouth.
   I stuck my tongue out and barely licked the drop of pre-cum off the tip.
"Mmmm I miss that taste." Then I placed my closed lips on the tip and as he
lowered himself I gradually opened my mouth letting my lips form around his
cock as it entered.
   Once he was as far is as I was letting him get he backed out and left my
mouth entirely.  Then we just as slowly repeated the process again and
again and each time I added just a little more suction.
   I do remember that one thing he liked was for me to lay my mouth wide
open and let my tongue hang out.  Then with no suction at all he liked to
slosh his free cock in and out while he fucked my face, but that was for
later.  For now he would have to let me feel the form of his cock in my
mouth.  After all a girl needs some rewards too and I love the feel of a
cock in my mouth.
   "Ahh this feels good." He cooed.
   "Mmnhmm." I tried to answer, but my mouth was full.
   We did this for a while till I slowly let some suction go and just as
slowly opened my mouth wider using my tongue to cover my lower teethe.
   "Oh god sis you remembered!" He almost whined.  "Oh god that feels
good." He said as his dick jetted in and out up and down left and tight
filling each cheek as it did.
   Just as his cock started to swell he controlled himself enough to stop
and wait breathing heavily.  "Your turn." He panted.  Then he rolled over
allowing me to crawl over his face and lower down on it.
   He kept his mouth closed letting his chin and nose separate my cunt lips
and when they were fully seeded he jetted his tongue out fully.  "Ohhh." I
sighed.
   There was only one other man that I knew of with a larger tongue than
john had and I Gene Simmons was never going to do me.  However that never
stopped me from fantasizing that it was Gene under me whenever John was. 
"Oh Gene!"
   He stopped what he was doing for a moment and laughed.  "Yeah I'll KISS
ya."
   "You ROCK!" I giggled as he returned to his previous actions filling my
uterus walls with his massive tongue.  God it felt so good and his palm
actions on my breasts didn't hurt either.
   It even seemed as if he was able to double his tongue over and tickle
the tip of my clit while still filling my cunt with the other half of it.
"Oh yeah John that's it!" I yelled as I was filled with the start of the
first of many orgasms that was yet to come.
   When that orgasm was over I rolled over onto my back inviting without
words for him to fill my cunt with his lovely dick.
   He rolled over me with no hesitations and slowly inserted his cock in my
already soaked puss.  Slowly he filled me and my lips waved open to accept
him.  Oh god what a feeling.  It was so wrong and yet so right.  So good
and yet so bad.  He rode me like a stallion and before long I was leading
into another throw of orgasm because he knew exactly where to point that
monster.  "Oh yeah Oh!" I yelled freely.  "Fuck your sister you stud!  Fuck
me harder!"
   Gone were the days of trying to be quiet while having sex for the kids
sake.  I knew at that very moment they were probably doing the same thins
we were and the idea was also driving my multiples over the edge.
   "Yeah that's it!" He now shouted almost drowned out by our own spouses
in the other bedroom across the suite.  "Oh yeah feels so fucking good!"
   Our frantic calls grew louder and louder until came his overwhelming cry
of orgasm which I could feel the warm ropes of his brotherly cum filling my
womb.  I pictured his little sperms on a seek and destroy mission searching
for my egg which I didn't think was there yet if my math was right.  Still
the thought was over powering and I went into another bout of climax
shivering my muscles with waves of convolutions.
   I could feel my pussy clamp down uncontrollably on his girth as he
continued to fill me with his seed.  When he was spent he leaned down and
we kissed in a lip-lock that put all Dan's kisses to shame.  Eventually his
withered cock was expelled, but we continued to kiss.
   When we finished catching our breaths and he rolled off me I said.  "You
know you have to sleep with me till you do your manly duty don't you?"
   "I was hoping you would say that." He answered with an evil grin.  
  
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