I need to explain that this story is being written on the fly as it were. My time to write has decreased considerably and even though I have been devoting as much time as I can to this story I have other obligations which takes most of my time.

This story was always intended to be the gradual progression one family makes in the quest to become models. 

As I write this story I will be taking it down and revising it from time to time. In doing so I may change some of the root text to make the story more interesting, such as one fan requested more sex. I have to try to fulfill that request while not ruining the story plot. This is proving to be more challenging than I first thought. So, I must ask for some degree of patience from you the reader.

A Model Family

By
Boy Trainer

Chapter 1
Snapshots of Gold

It's hard to believe that all this started with a simple trip to the mall with a coupon for a free family Christmas portrait.

After having posed for the portrait the photographer Mark Warner, ask my wife and I if he could come by our house that night so we could talk.

We thought he was going to try and convince us to buy other shots, which would turn our free portrait into hundreds of dollars. We agreed to his request, but we knew any idea of more shots were out of the question financially and even though we had no idea what his spiel would be we waited patiently for his arrival. Sue even made a fresh pot of coffee and set out some cookies for our guest.

"The guy took a lot of shots." She said. "I'm sure he wants to sell us all of them."

"Well, we can't afford it." I reminded her. I knew my wife wanted to send out our families pictures of the kids, but doing that and buying the kids Christmas presents was too much. My job was laying off workers left and right and Sue lost her job at the factory just weeks ago.

Things weren't looking good for us and we were going on two months behind on rent. Our landlord was gracious enough to let us slide till after the holidays so the kids could have a Christmas, but still I would rather be paid up.

As promised the doorbell rang promptly at seven o'clock and I answered the door. He was wearing a rather nice suite and tie, which really didn't impress me all that much.

"Come in Mark." I said.

"Thank you, Chuck." He said and came in clutching his thin briefcase close to his chest. How old are you two again?"

"Thirty-six." I answered.

"Wow you both look like teenagers and when you came in for portraits I thought the kids were your younger brother and sister. I wondered where your parents were."

"Thank you." Sue blushed.

"Have a seat." I said indicating with my open hand towards the couch.

He looked around and asked. "Where are the kids?"

"Upstairs." I answered.

"Well, I have the digital spreadsheet of all the shots we took. I wanted you to look through them and pick out your favorite ones, but I wanted to ask you if I could take more."

"Oh great." I snorted. "We Just knew you were going to try and sell us on more shots."

"Well, to be honest I am here to do just that." He said, but before I could kick him out on his ass he followed with. "But for these I will pay you."

"Pardon me?" I jolted thinking this was just some other ploy to empty my wallet.

"Your kids are adorable and very photogenic. In fact you all are." He smiled. "I have an account with a clothing line for magazine advertisements and I am looking for models."

"Seriously?" Sue asked stunned.

"Well yes..." Then a light of understanding hit his eyes and he laughed. "You thought I was here to sell you more photos?"

"Well yes as a matter of fact we did." I giggled.

"So you think our kids could be models?"

"Oh yes!" He laughed. "And probably very popular ones with a potential to make a lot of money, but not just the kids. Eventually I think I could find work for the whole family. You two really look young and if I may say a very handsome couple you are."

Well to shorten a rather long and drawn out story... Needless to say we accepted his offer and soon signed a contract for this particular clothing line even though we had never heard of it before.

The first session wasn't all that great. The clothes were basic street wear consisting of jeans, T-shirts and new sneakers, which nicely enough the kids got to keep.

They posed this way and that and seemed to enjoy all the attention, and while they did, my wife and I looked on in udder pride, but also I saw them in a new light. I wasn't just looking at my children whom I see every day. I was trying to look at them the way I imagined the viewers might, with fresh eyes and I have to admit they were beautiful.

My then ten-year-old son Andrew looked very cute. I could see how he was going to be a good-looking teenager soon. He already had a teen look in his eyes and his thick head of dark brown hair and thick eyebrows made him look kind of sexy I shamefully admitted to myself. Angela looked lovely too.

Angela and Andrew looked almost identical and were it not for their haircuts, at the age of ten they could have almost passed as brother and brother or sister and sister it all depended on how your eyes saw them.

After a few sessions like that it wasn't all that long before again Mark invited himself over. We sat at the kitchen table this time, which is where we were most comfortable. We like the closeness and the convenience of being in the kitchen. It has always been the focal point of the family.

"First thing's first." He said while handing me an envelope. This is your first check.

Not being too expectant I opened the envelope and I imagine my eyes must have done the cartoon awooga! pop out thing when I first saw the multiple digits.

When I showed the check to Sue she about fainted dead away, but I noticed how Mark seemed unfazed and rather blasé. Frankly he was unimpressed with the amount.

"At least." He said as he reached in his thin briefcase again. "It's enough to get you guys started towards financial security."

"Get us started?" I gasped.

"Sure. This is nothing." Then he laid out another contract on the table.

 "What's this?" Sue asked.

"This is another clothing line." He said. "I need this signed."

"What company?"

"Oh it's a sleepwear line."

"Do you mean like pajamas?" I asked.

"Exactly." Mark exclaimed.

"Where do we sign?" Sue asked and even before I knew she had one, I looked and she was standing by Mark holding a pen.

The day of the shoot came quickly enough and we had a flat tire along the way, which I had to change in the rain. This of course caused us to be late and when we got there the director's assistant whisked the kids away.

"Oh where have you two been? "We've been waiting for you. Oh dear we have to do something about your hair." He seemed a bit effeminate to me, but oh well.

"I'm sorry we had a flat and I..." I never had a chance to gain some sympathy.

"Oh we must hurry!" He coaxed the kids, shooing them along almost like he were one of the characters on the Wizard of Oz.

When the kids came out of the dressing rooms Andrew had on just a pair of baggy sleep pants. They were red, made of fine silk and looked way more expensive than your average kids would ever wear. They were also tied loosely and hung low on his waist barely clinging to his small hips and it left no doubt that he wasn't wearing any underwear under them because his boyish and hairless pelvic V was clearly visible.

Also it looked as though the silk sash was synched only enough that if his penis weren't there they would have nothing to keep them up.

Angela was wearing a very frilly Barbie-doll outfit. It was white and had a see through lace covering. I heard a gasp of air come from Sue and she even covered her mouth from the shock.

"That almost looks like something an adult would wear before..."

"Sex?" I finished.

"Nonsense." Mark interrupted. "They're just growing up and you never noticed it before."

"Yeah butt..."

Then the director's voice came over the sound system. "All models get ready."

I had noticed that there were seemingly a lot of adults just milling about on this set, but I didn't realize there were other child models for this session till they all started coming out of the dressing rooms all dressed in similar sleepwear of different colors.

Every single one of them looked absolutely delicious and to my own shock I was extremely turned on by them. My imagination went nuts while they all got into position.

That photo session was set up more like a sleepover party. The first set was mostly of boys in one bedroom set and the design of the bedroom left no doubt that it was a boy's room.

The bedroom set was complete with sports trophies, posters of baseball and football players and even a few scantly clad, sexy women on the walls. One was a blond in a bikini posing on all fours with her ass to the camera. Hell it almost gave me a hard on as well.

I almost said something about that, but I remembered that I had a few posters of Daisy Duke in my room when I was Andrew's age.

The boys were never told to pose. They were told just to have fun and play. They were allowed to play video games, wrestle, watch TV and generally do whatever it is that boys do when they have a sleepover. The only difference was that there were a couple men with cameras roaming about the set taking shot after shot of the boys as they wrestled and played.

At one point though, Andrew was told to lie on his back on the floor with his head propped up on a pillow while playing a video game. Another boy was told to lie on his side with his head on Andrew's abdomen and be the second player.

The director adjusted the boys so that the blond boy's nose was almost touching the small flaccid bulge (Well bulge may be an exaggeration... More like small mound would be more accurate.)  prominently displayed through the red silk sleep pants that Andrew was wearing.

Adding to the obvious conclusion that Andrew had no underwear on under them was that the silk left little doubt that Andrew was circumcised.

"Um that's... Um shouldn't..." Sue muttered behind me.

"Shh." I cut her off. I don't know why. It was a rather provocative situation for boys of ten to be in and those sleep pants... Man those sleep pants! Anyway I allowed it without protest even though I have to admit it looked a lot like gay porn. Shit it looked hot!

After a few shots like that the boys were done and were all told they could keep what they wore and they could get dressed. They also added a thank you and well done.

Then all attention went to the girls and what was obviously a girl's slumber party. Again all the girls were told to act as though they were all the best of friends. They were told to first sit around in a circle and talk about anything they wanted to.

At first the girls all seemed a bit shy, but soon enough had loosened up and were talking about things like makeup and dresses and of course made comments about which boys were cuter than others. I think it was clear that though each girl had a favorite boy they agreed that all of the boys were drop dead gorgeous.

I could see why the director wanted the girls to talk about anything. They were all still shots and he wanted the situation to look believable.

Somehow and I don't know how it came out, but it was strange when the conversation came to brothers. All the girls that were there were there with not only their brothers, but all of them were twins.

"Isn't that odd?" I heard Sue ask Mark.

"Not at all." He said. "Because of child labor laws kids can't work, but so long and they have to stop. Many agencies hire twins so one could work while the other doesn't. Mary Kate and Ashley for example."

"Yeah but they are identical twins and the same sex." She exclaimed quite correctly, but Mark seemed not to have heard her or if he did, he ignored her ignorance.

The girls then seemed to take it from there and acted as though the men taking pictures were mere fixtures in the room and were totally ignored.

In no time they were acting much like the boys and were having a blast. The blast soon included a massive pillow fight and feathers flying everywhere. I learned later that they were special prop pillows designed to tear apart.

The images of all those kids in sleepwear so burned in my mind that, that night when Sue and I went to bed I fucked her like a wild man and though my dick was in her pussy pounding her for all she was worth my mind was back at the studio. Afterward I dealt with some guilt, but while making love to my wife my imagination we set free.

I wasn't paying that much attention at the time, but the next morning it struck me how much Sue seemed to enjoy that night almost as much as I did. We really had the best sex we ever had; even better than we had when we were fucking at sixteen in the back of my mom's old station wagon.

A week later Mark showed up again only this time he came with a much larger check. So much larger in fact that Sue handed me the cordless phone right then and there and said. "Call your boss and tell him you quit."

"Tell him I quit?" I asked confused. "We don't know how long this ride will last."

"It doesn't matter." She insisted. "If we have to we'll find better jobs later. This is enough money to keep us going a whole year."

"That's right." Mark chimed in. "Besides I have another gig lined up."

"Already?" Sue smiled. "What is it this time?"

"Oh this is a swimwear and beach towel line."

"Swimwear? You mean swimsuits?" I asked confused. "In the middle of winter? I don't know if you've noticed or not but its snowing outside."

"Well, that doesn't matter." He smiled and reached into his thin briefcase, which I had now begun to love and pulled out four airline tickets. "These shots are being taken in Honolulu."

My eardrums were shattered with the screams that emitted from not only Sue, but both kids came running in the kitchen leaping and screaming. "Hawaii!"

Needless to say I was dialing my boss and telling him I quit even with the screaming going on in the background.

"Sounds like you won the lottery." Dave said.

"Even better." I said omitting everything that I didn't think he needed to know. I figured he would find out soon enough when he or someone from work thumbed through a Sears or Macy's catalog.

It was days later, but those days seemed like months as we waited for our trip. However when we were on the plane those days seemed to have passed like hours.


Chapter 2
Here's Looking at Ya'

For the first time in my life we actually got to ride first class and man I can tell you that first class on a 747 is really nice! We all had a blast and Sue and I both got well lit on free Champaign as well I might add.

All through the flight Mark seemed to act as though he was purposely omitting something from us. He told us that he had booked us a suite at a very exclusive and private resort. He said they are very expensive and had things like massage therapists, health spa and that our room overlooked a pristine private beach, but I also sensed there was something that he wasn't telling us.

Then there was the limo ride to the resort and even before we could unpack the kids were begging to go down to the beach for a swim.

Of course we made going to the beach our top priority, but since the kids always got to keep whatever they modeled we neglected to pack swimwear for them.

That's when Mark came knocking on our door and I opened it to find him standing there with a large beach towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled and asked. "You kids ready to hit the beach?"

"Yeah!" They exclaimed in excited unison. "But we have no swimsuits."

"Haven't you looked at the beach from your balcony yet?"

"No." We all mumbled.

He went to the sliding glass door, opened the curtains all the way and stepped outside. Then he leaned with his elbows on the railing and looked down with a huge smile.

We all followed him and looked down towards the beach and what we saw took us all by surprise. Hundreds of people of all shapes, sizes and ages were swimming, laying out on a towel, playing volleyball and Frisbee and generally doing what everyone did at a beach. The only difference was that every single one of them was completely naked!

"This is a private resort." Mark said matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I also wanted to see how you would react for the next gig that I have lined up for you guys.

"What gig?" Sue asked while staring slack-jawed down towards the beach.

"Well, it's not a clothing line. It's for a fine arts school." Mark said.

"Fine arts school?"

"Yes. They need models to draw paint and sculpt."

"Naked?" I questioned while tempted to cover my kid's eyes from the spectacle that they were taking in.

"No sir." He said. "I've never heard of naked art, but nude art... yes."

"Nude then." I miffed. "You expect my kids to pose nude for a bunch of art students?"

"No sir." He said bluntly. "They want your entire family. I didn't know how you would react so I booked you into this resort so you could get used to the idea. Besides..." He continued. "You can't expect the kids to model swimwear with as white as they are. They need tans and they can't have tan lines that don't match the suits they have to model."

"Well there is no way..." Sue started to huff, but was interrupted with.

"It pays a little more than all of the other gigs combined."

Then she even shocked me with. "Where's the contract?"

"I'm not going down there naked!" Angela protested firmly.

"Me neither." Agreed Andrew

"Why not?" Mark asked. "Look down there. See there are lots of kids your own age and even some teenagers."

"Yeah but..." Angela mumbled.

"Look kids." Mark added. "I'll make you a deal. All I ask is that you spend just fifteen minutes every hour today and tomorrow. If you do that, I'll get you a helicopter tour of Hawaii."

"Why fifteen minutes every hour?" I asked.

"We want the kids to tan, not burn."

"That makes sense." I mused.

Mark excused himself adding that he was going to meet Sue and me down by the tiki-bar after we dealt with the kids.

Needless to say the kids put up a bit of a fight and for some reason they wanted to get nude in their own room. (They had to share a bedroom, but it had two beds so no harm no foul.) Of course however, the kids won that argument and there we were waiting in the living room for the kids to come out.

When they did, they pointlessly had their beach towels wrapped around them. The funny thing was that Angela had hers wrapped around her waist as she had no breasts to speak of yet anyway and Andrew had his wrapped just under his armpits hiding everything from his chest down.

It was strange to be standing there in the middle of the living room completely naked. Sue and I never even did that at home. We couldn't when we first got married because we had to live with her parents for a while. We were after all only sixteen at the time and Sue was already eight months pregnant with the twins. You can imagine.

By the time we got our own place we were so used to our own modesty we never bothered to change. I can't remember a day when we left our bedroom with less than our underwear on.

At that time Sue and I were both twenty-six and though I hadn't thought about it before we both still looked pretty young and if I may say with all modesty... Hot.

Sue had really long, brown hair that went all the way down to the top of her perky ass reminding me of Cher. She had beautiful blue eyes and though she only had C cups they were still firm after having twins nursing on them.

She also keeps herself hairless down there cause she knows I like that and I did likewise for her, but the only other person who knew anything about that was my doctor and I hardly ever saw him anyway.

I know it's not exactly a manly thing to do; staying hairless, but I never liked the itching of pubic hair and well I feel a lot cleaner down there. Besides it makes my eight and a half inches of circumcised cock look even bigger even though Sue was the only one who ever really saw it.

"You may as well drop those towels." Sue strongly suggested to the twins who were standing there with jaws wide open. It was after all the first time they had ever seen their parents naked.

Surprisingly enough Angela just shrugged and un-wrapped the towel throwing it over her shoulder with no signs of embarrassment, but Andrew refused.

Sue started to demand, but a quick glance downward and I instantly knew why. "Um.." I interrupted. "I think he needs more time to acclimate."

"Oh nonsense." Sue huffed and went up to him yanking his towel off with no regard to his modesty or state of arousal. "Let's go."

"Dad!" He yelped and used his hands to cover his two or three inches of erection, but Sue quickly grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out the door.

Having to use his free hand to balance himself or risk being dragged down the hall on his ass, his little stiffy didn't even bounce it was so hard.

In his defense I protest. "Sue take it easy."

She wouldn't hear it. She just pulled him down the hall saying. "Nobody cares about a ten-year-old's boner. Besides he better get used to being naked... Rapidly."

"Don't I have any say at all?" He pleaded.

"No." Was her blunt responce.

"Dad... Talk to her please!"

All I could do was shrug as I tried to keep up. I had never seen this side of my wife before and I really didn't know what I could do. Besides my son's boner had already started to subside from the rough treatment he was receiving and by the time we ever saw a soul we were already outside and his penis was back to its flaccid self.

"Ok, ok!" He huffed and yanked his arm free from her grip. "I'm out here... Are you happy now? Geese!"

That's when Mark showed up in all his glory and not a bad looker I admitted to myself. His dick was only fractions smaller than mine, but he was uncut. Something I never quite got used to seeing. He was also quite smooth. He showed no signs of razor stubbles or bumps. That was always something I had to deal with and I made a point to eventually ask him about that.

"Hey guys." I think he knew we had some strife to deal with. "Why don't I take the kids to the ice-cream social over there?"

It wasn't a second later when this boy of about twelve came up to Andrew and in a very friendly and eager voice said. "Hi I'm John. Wan' a play some volleyball?"

Instantly I thought how strange it was that a boy would be so outgoing as naked as he was and I wondered if he even had friends. Perhaps he`s so desperate for someone to play with that he didn`t care, but then I reasoned that if these kids were all dressed a boy running up in a regular playground would be expected. I glanced behind him and there were more boys of anywhere from ten to thirteen waiting for them to start a game of volleyball.

What a fucking beautiful sight! All of them were tan and most had tight abs and with dicks of various sizes and shapes. All were either completely hairless or just starting to sprout some like John who only had a slight suggestion of blond hair starting just above his stubby, but thick soft dick which I guessed for whatever reason would be about four inches hard. I even wondered briefly why I would care about such a thing.

Andrew looked at the eager blond boy and back at his mom and said rather coldly. "Anything... Just get me away from her."

"Hey!" I yelled as he started to run off.

He turned and steamed. "Lot' a help you were dad."

I did feel I had let him down though. I felt I had let all fathers and sons down. I didn't even feel I had a right to be called a father to a son. I was devastated by my son's disappointment in me, but oddly enough I was rather enjoying the view of his little round ass jiggle away from us.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me then Angela." Mark said as he hefted Angela's hand and off they went. Again I admired my daughter's small ass as they walked away. However Angela's buns were not as pronounced as her brother's.

What was happening to me? And what was happening to my entire family? Who were these people? I mean I liked where we were going, but the cost was starting to show. Maybe I was just imagining things that weren't actually there.

While Sue and I searched  for an empty chaise lounge we left the kids to sort things out for themselves. When it came to my kids I had learned over the years to let them explore their feelings on their own rather than accidentally say the wrong thing.

I had already been impressed with how luxurious the hotel was judging by the lobby when we first arrived and later by our spacious room, but looking around the beach was astonishing. There was no doubt that this resort had everything we could possibly want in the way of luxuries. There was of course the tiki-bar which I planned on using right away, but aside from that, there was a full sized swimming pool set close to the hotel and the veranda and beach had all sorts of wicker furnishings with big fluffy cushions and not just the cheap crap with the straps that leave marks on your skin.

There were even double wicker chaise lounges headed with cabanas scattered along the beach in the sand and let me tell you the sand was almost a golden white and not a rock or stone in site. Everything was as pristine as anyone could imagine.

Another thing I noticed as we stepped through the sand was that as we walked I felt the cool breeze on my gentlemen. My dick flopped freely slapping to either side of my pelvic V and every now and then it flopped up and hit my belly. I also noticed how nice my low hanging shaven balls felt brushing against my inner thighs.

I felt a little vulnerable, but only till I saw another man walking towards us. He greated me with a nod of the head and a howdee, but other than that, he just kept right on walking. Suddenly I didn't feel so vulnerable. I felt noticed and that felt rather good I had to admit even if only to myself.

Sure I wondered if I looked presentable or attractive, but looking around I found that there were many other types of people and some were fat and some were way too skinny. Some of the people were old; way older than I was and some even looked as though they were ready for the nursing home, but not one of them cared that I was naked... Not a single one.

We found a nice double wicker lounge and we were about to sit down when a woman... A rather large breasted woman with the hugest areolas I had ever seen came up and very politely said. "Excuse me."

When we gave our attention to her we were already half seated, but even crouching as we were we froze in place.

"Are you new to the nudist community?" she asked.

Still crouching we both nodded in stunned silence and I was wondering from her tone if we had already done something wrong. I mean we knew absolutely nothing about this lifestyle, not to mention left wondering why people did it in the first place.

"I thought so." She kindly smiled. "There aren't many rules, but one very strict rule is that everyone has to sit on a towel... You understand."

"Oh of course." Sue blushed.

"I mean everyone makes that mistake so don't be embarrassed. I'm Dev Martin." She offered her hand.

"I'm Sue Hopper and this is my husband Chuck."

"Hello." I said while laying my towel on the lounge under me.

"Very nice to meet you." She being on the other side of the lounge from me meant I could only wave briskly.

Finally with me laid back and comfortable she stretched out her towel at Sue's feet and sat gingerly. "I see our boys are already getting to know each other so I (she giggled) had to almost run to follow you here."

"Our sons? Oh your son is..."

"John... The blond haired scamp." She finished.

"Oh, he's a good looking boy." Sue commented.

"Yes." I agreed almost covering my mouth. I didn't want to sound like some pedophile or something.

"Oh I know. We're so proud of him. Your son isn't bad looking himself. He should be a model."

Neither Sue or I made any comments as much as we wanted to. We just didn't want say too much. We did thank her though.

"Can I get you something from the bar?" A woman's voice came from my other side.

I looked up almost blinded from the bright sun and there was a young woman. Not so large in the breast area, but she too was naked and cleanly shaven down below. She held a serving tray in her hand, but no pen or paper to take our orders with.

Figuring she was a waitress I blushed remembering all we had was our towels. "Oh we didn't bring any money down here."

She smiled and said. "Nobody does... No pockets... All I need is your room number and I can charge it to your account."

"Oh. Cool... It's eight-seventeen." When she didn't write it down I asked. "Aren't you going to write it down?"

She smiled and said. "I can remember. What would you like?"

I thought for a moment and the first thing that came to my mind was Steve Martin in The Jerk. "I don't know what it's called..." I giggled. "But can you get me a drink with one of those little umbrellas sticking out of it?" I had always wanted something like that.

Sue and Dev laughed and the waitress giggled. "I think I can get you something along those lines. You feel like something tropical?"

"Yeah... That's it... tropical."

"Oh that sounds good." Sue agreed.

"I'll have a Long Island iced tea. Room one-o-four. In fact put all the drinks on my account."

"No we can't." We both argued.

"Oh I insist. Oh please let me do this."

"Very well." Sue reluctantly agreed. "But we get the next one."

In a flash the waitress smiled and was gone leaving Sue and I alone with Dev and we started to get comfortable in our small talk when John and Andrew came running up panting. Andrew had his hands clamped shyly around his penis.

"Andy has a boner." John blurted boldly and rather loudly enough so that anyone passing by could hear. "We're going to go inside and I'm going to show him how to solve the problem."

"What? How?" Sue jolted with a gasp.

Dev laughed. "Oh boys are like walking, living, breathing, talking flag poles. Especially in the sun." She addressed John and said. "You do that."

"What's he going to do?" Sue asked concerned.

"You don't know?" She laughed again. "I bet you know there Chuck."

I just sat slack-jawed in how natural she seemed with this sort of conversation. "Um..." To me it seemed as though we were playing cards with the unsinkable Molly Brown on the deck of the Titanic.

"Honey... Don't you worry, it's the most natural thing in the world. Heck, John was born with an erection. John knows what to do with it."

"You mean they're going to?" Sue injected.

"Do you know of a better way?"

"Well no, but..."

She ignored any possible objections Sue and I might have on the subject and motioned with her hand in a shooing fashion. "You go right ahead and have fun."

"You mean you let?"

"Now sweetie, you know there is no letting involved. Boys are going to do what boys do and whether we let them or not, it's going to happen anyways." She paused briefly, then continued. "Hell, I even make sure that he always has Vaseline and a clean hand towel in his night stand just like I make sure he has a clean toothbrush and tooth paste."

"In fact..." She added rather clinically. "My husband and I run a masturbation club and you and your wife are welcome to attend whenever you like."

"A masturbation club?"

"Oh absolutely. A group of us naturalists get together and show each other techniques we've learned and even help each other to relax."

I couldn't believe how nonchalantly she talked about the subject. She seemed so open and blatant that it left both of us speechless.

Then she caught onto how shocked we both were about the subject and smiled. "You really are new to the naturist world. Well... we believe that sex and sexuality are not only natural, but healthy. There really is no reason to be embarrassed about it. I mean you've both obviously had sex; right?"

"Of course, but..." Sue stammered.

"I think everyone here knows you two kick it in bed right?"

"You would think so." I added.

"So when was the first time you masturbated Chuck?"

"I was like nine." I admitted still embarrassed about the crowd around us. I felt like everyone was eavesdropping because I knew I would have been.

"And how old is Andrew?"

"Ten."

"Well, don't you think its about time he did what comes natural?"

I watched the boys as they walked towards the hotel and then watched them enter what was obviously their room through the patio sliding glass door which I thought would have been nice to have. Although I did enjoy the view from our room too. Well, at least I knew where to find Andrew should we need to.

Just then the drinks came and I think Sue and I had them down in one gulp and immediately we were asking for another even before the waitress had a chance to leave.

Dev took a moment to let us swallow and then raised her glass in a sly manor before adding. "Well, here's looking at ya."

All too soon the sun was setting and the tiki-torches were starting to be lit. That alone looked spectacular, but the sun setting was unbelievable. Paradise... I kept saying to Sue. This truly is paradise.

"Mmmm yes." She sighed and made her way to sit between my legs and rest the back of her head against my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around her and felt a bit of excitement as she lifted each warm bare breast to flop over my forearms. 
Chapter 4
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

Thankfully because of rain we were able to postpone the swimwear session for two days which gave us some time to learn more about the "Nudist/Naturist" lifestyle, which I must admit we were a bit ignorant about.

Hell, to be honest we never even gave it a first thought other than what we heard about from cross talk, about there being nudist beaches. I mean, I had always knew there were such things as nude beaches, but I either thought they were more of a European thing or if in the US they were some sort of freaks or something; more or less like legal streakers.

The kids had to go no further than the beach we were already using. They just closed off a small section so they could get the shots in and I must admit when Dev saw the kids modeling swimwear both Sue and I were a little more than proud. Dev had mentioned that our son should be a model and we omitted that bit of information, but when she saw the kids posing I shamefully must admit that we were like proud peacocks.

Understandably Andrew was a little worried that he would have to model Speedos, but was relived they were board shorts and I was a bit taken aback when I asked him why and he said. "I'd rather pose naked. Speedos are so dorky!"

I had to laugh and remind him. "We are posing naked very soon." But he just shrugged and I wasn't sure if he shrugged in defiance or acceptance.

However I think I got my answer when the photo shoot was over and Angela and Andrew both shucked the swimwear right there on the beach and handing them to mom gleefully ran off to play with their friends.

All that day and the night before I wondered just what exactly happened in Dev's hotel suite. I mean I was sure the boys masturbated, but in the aftermath Andrew's whole attitude seems to have changed. I had my suspicions, but I wasn't going to ask. Again I admit the prospects turned me on to no end and again Sue and I had knock-down drag-out sex that night. I don't know where her mind was, but I knew exactly where mine was. It was fantastic.

The night before the art school we went to the dance at the hotel. It was a lot of fun and the kids had a blast. It was still strange doing everything naked, but we had all become more comfortable with the feel of it. The only hard part was remembering that you have to sit on a towel, but other than that it was nice not to have to worry about spilling something on your clothes.

It surprised me that all the kids were able to join in on the festivities. I would have assumed that kids wouldn't be allowed to these sort of function, but they were more than welcome.

I noticed a few boys got erections ranging from half hard (mostly the teenagers) to total throbbing and pulsating rock hard ones and those were mostly the pre-pubescent lads. However what really struck me was how all of the adults seemed to totally ignore them as if they weren't even there.

I wondered how obvious I was being because I caught myself staring from time to time, but again if anyone saw me doing that I was ignored as well.

Then there was Chris... Now Chris was a boy whom we saw hanging around Angela a lot. He spent some time running around Andrew from time to time through the night. He looked to be about twelve or early thirteen, but I didn't know because the kids spent almost no time sitting long enough for me to find out, but oh my GOD he was gorgeous!

Chris had blond hair which was cut rather short, but had large curls and the bluest eyes I had ever seen and a killer smile. He was about five foot seven inches and thin. He had this dramatic bubble butt which I couldn't keep my eyes off of. And then there was is dick. Holy shit! His dick was perfect in shape. It hung low causing me to imagine it must have been at least seven inches when hard. He was circumcised which turned me on because it looked so innocent and clean.

His blond pubic hair was sparse to the point you could see right though it so you could practically imagine it wasn't even there, but it had shape to it; almost as if it had been sculpted by a beautician. I had seen boys that age grow their first pubic hair like that before, but I couldn't take my eyes off it because it was so alluring.

One more thing which titillated me about this you man was that he was stoned off of his ass. Another thing that the adults chose to totally ignore.

At one point the lad came up to my table when Sue was off dancing with Dev. He slumped down in the chair laughing and giggling like a school girl and with flailing spaghetti like arms said. "Oh man I wish I was in your family."

"Why is that Chris?" I asked.

"You're all so.... You know." He slurred sleepily. "Beautiful."

"Well, thank you." I actually blushed. Then I asked. "Do you drink often?"

"Shit... I do whatever I want... All the kids here can."

"What do you mean?"

Then a portly man sitting next to me said. "Kids here have the same rights and privileges as any adults do. It's up to the parents to police their kids and Chris's mom is a little more liberal than most."

"I see."

"We believe that parents have the right to raise the sort of family thy want to. The only rule we enforce is no violence."

"No violence?" I asked.

"Not unless it's agreed to by both parties."

"What do you mean?"

The man laughed and nudged my arm. "Sometimes we all need a spanking from time to time... Don't you agree?"

For some reason I felt an evil grin come over my face. "I see what you mean."

I turned back to Chris and watched as his eyes slowly disappeared into his closing eyelids. I kicked his bare feet with mine and said. "Hey young fellow." But there was no response.

Sue came up with Dev and noticed my predicament. The prodded the boy and Sue said. "Dev and I are going to go take a swim. Can you bring the kids back to the room."

"What about him?" I asked.

Dev laughed assuredly. "You could leave him there are you could pick him up and take him home."

"What about his mom? Where is she?"

Again Dev laughed and said. "She's probably off getting fucked. She knows he's safe no matter who takes him home. We're all like family here. It's ok."

Sue lifted his limp wrist and let it drop. "You better take him home."

"Well if you're sure." I said. I rose to my feet and slung my towel over my shoulder.

Sue called the twins over to me and told them. "Go home with your dad."

"Is he coming to?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah." I said and bent down and picked the boy up like a rag doll."

"He's not sleeping in my bed." Andrew demanded. "He might throw up in it."

"Mine either." Angela snarled with distaste which was probably more because he was a naked boy than the fact that he was drunk and could throw up.

"Just put him in our bed." Sue shrugged.

"Are you sure?" I asked in a warning tone. The fact was he could throw up just like the kids feared.

"Oh he should be safe." Dev flexed.

"Ok then." I shrugged and started carrying the boy to our room.

He wasn't heavy at all. In fact he was so light that it reminded me of when our kids would fall asleep in the car. Truth be told he was a joy to carry because his size made me feel more manly and stronger. To be honest I enjoyed watching his flaccid dick nestled in that small tuft of hair. It was thrilling.

When we got to our suite I sent the kids to their room and carried Chris to my own bed. I laid he out momentarily while I pulled back the blankets on his side. I then tossed my towel on the floor and again hefted the boy up to lay him on the other side of the bed and I admit I had to take a nice long look before covering him up.

Then I went over to the dresser and retrieved the ice bucket, just in case and set it on the floor beside him.

I turned all the lights off and made my way to my side and got under the blankets and sheet. Putting all temptations aside I slowly drifted off to sleep. Well at least I tried to anyway.

Admittedly having a beautiful naked boy laying next to me weighed heavily on my mind for quite some time. I remembered when I was about thirteen; I had a sleepover with my best friend and while he was asleep I took the liberty of feeling him up through his tight white briefs. The feeling was incredible, but that was something I knew I had to resist in this case or risk repercussions which at this point in my life I could do without.

So with great trepidation I eventually drifted off to sleep half wondering what my wife was doing and half wishing she was in bed with me to ease the sexual tension which was building to a point of explosion.

Some time later I woke to a soft taping on my dick. I was laying on my side facing Chris and he was facing away from me so I couldn't figure out where the feeling was coming from. Then I realized that he had his arm draped over his ass behind him and his finger tips were feather tapping on my soft dick. Which by the way as soon as I had figured out that bit of news took care of that issue. My dick instantly sprang to attention.

As it rose to full throbbing mast the tentative tapping turned into a constant touch. He was resting his fingertips directly on the side of my shaft and shortly they were slipping down so his fingers would gradually surround it.

It took him an agonizingly long time to grasp my cock. I think he was worried that I might wake up just as I worried that my best friend might wake up and at this point if I had woken up it would seem as though his hands were accidentally where they shouldn't be. Smart kid.

I decided then and there that no matter what happened I would maintain my fake state of sleep half because I was enjoying what happening and half because it seemed that he was enjoying what he was doing. Also I didn't want to shame him into a panic.

Suddenly he let go and I thought he was either done or he had figured out that I might be awake, but he faked a yawn and rolled to face me. Then he started tossing and turning as if having a dream.

Before I knew it I was feeling his warm breath on my dick. Then  there was a moist lick on my bulbous head and shortly after that my entire cock was lovingly nestled inside his suctioning mouth and I almost immediately exploded into an orgasm which I had felt before.

The next thing I knew he had crawled up to my face and planted a kiss on my lips which I just couldn't ignore. I wrapped my arm around his skinny frame and rolled over him lavishing in his embrace and the taste of my own cum on his luscious lips.

The kid astonished me again when in our embrace he reached down grasped my still hard cock, hoisted his legs up and guided my it home in his already moist ass. I have no idea how he was able to accept my un-lubricated eight inch dick, but he seemed to swallow my rock hard member like a child sucking on a Tutsi pop and let me tell you there was no need for lube. I slid in almost easier than I had ever slid in Sue's well used pussy and she had even passed two babies through it... Remarkable!

I must have fucked that boy for hours and we kissed like lovers the entire time. Not once did I wonder where Sue was... I didn't care. I was in heaven and god help me I enjoyed every second of it. I came in his ass three time before we finally drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 5
Body Beautiful

I wasn't sure of the time, but the sun was up and shining brightly when Sue flung open the window shades and announced "Chuck it's time to get up!"

The brightness was almost unbearable. "Arrrg!" and I stumbled to the bathroom passing the lump of blankets hiding Chris underneath.

"Ok young man." Sue said as she shook his shoulder area. "We have to go to work and you need to go home."

"Arrrg!" He proclaimed and I recognized, or at least I thought he was mimicking me.

He came along side of me as I loaded my toothbrush and washed his face in the sink. I handed him a towel and he dried off, but for some reason I couldn't look at him. I felt more than a little embarrassed about the events of last night. I wished it had been a drunken stupor; one I couldn't be held responsible for, but I knew better.

While I had my mouth full of my toothbrush he playfully slapped my bare ass and said. "Catch you later big boy."

I nodded at him, but with a mouth full of toothpaste I couldn't do more than that. Besides I was terrified that he might say something to Sue.

He was already gone by the time I spit the night's sludge out of my mouth and I realized how convenient being a nudist really was. He didn't have to get dressed, he just left.

That's when Sue came in and started the shower for me. "So, where did you stay last night?" I asked

"I stayed at Dev's." She shrugged. "I was way too drunk to find my way back... You don't mind do you?"

"Not at all. I'm glad you had a good time."

"I'm sorry you had to baby-sit the kids and that boy... What's his name."

I wasn't sure if "What's his name was a sarcastic comment or a question, so in order to maintain my innocence I reacted as if it were the latter. "Chris."

"Oh..." Was all she said and seemed a little miffed.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I got in the shower.

"I don't know..." She hummed. "It just seemed to me that his mother isn't much of a mother at all."

"That's all?" I tentatively asked.

"It just pisses me off that he was allowed to get drunk last night and she had no idea where he was spending the night. But yeah that should be enough."

I let the conversation end like that. I was thankful that she didn't raise any other "points" of order that I wasn't ready or willing to discus yet. I just took my shower, shaved and got dressed. It was going to be a busy day.

(Post scrip: Astonishingly, it really felt strange wearing clothes again.)

Soon enough Mark was pounding on the door and when Angela let him in he rushed us downstairs proclaiming we were late. "I have a taxi waiting."

We all rode in the taxi a little cramped together. It was a far cry from the limo, but we managed. Mark explained that because he had no idea when we would be finished he didn't want to hold up a limo for fifty dollars an hour. It was a financially wise move, but I had to admit we all were a little spoiled by that time and I was feeling like we were becoming more like rock stars than a family. However, a taxi wasn't all that much of an inconvenience.

The scenery was breathtaking along the way and all too soon we had arrived. Mark rushed us into the building and downstairs to the studio which was nothing more than what looked like an art classroom in school with adult students sitting at small tables around a central platform of about four foot square.

A woman of about fifty years old came up to us. She was obviously the teacher. She seemed a little snobbish as she wordlessly circled us grasping her chin with her forefinger and thumb. "Yes they will do nicely."

"Hello..." Sue proclaimed. "We are..."

"We don't need to know your names darling. Just get undressed." She spouted whisking at the air with the back side of her hand. "When you are ready we will stand on this platform and decide how we want you to pose. You will have to stay completely motionless for quite some time so, if you have to use the bathroom, do so now."

"Where's the dressing room?" Sue asked.

The whole class giggled and I think instantly we all understood why. "Dressing room?" The woman snorted. "Just put your clothes on those hooks over there... Dressing room!"

So with a shrug we all gathered in a corner and removed our clothes. Then I asked a little late. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall to your left darling."

"You want us to go out there naked?"

That's when the lady got belligerent in my opinion. "Nude!" She barked. "Naked is when you have no clothes on and are ashamed. Nude, my darlings, is when you simply have no clothes on. This is an art school! Not a porn studio."

Andrew and I were the only two who had to use the bathroom and along the way Andrew observed. "I think I would rather be doing porn. These people are rude."

"Just bear with it son." I mused.

"B. E. A. R or B. A. R. E?" He giggled.

"Both."

It did strike me though that Andrew and Angela for that matter, seemed a little more comfortable than I did at that moment. Even though we had spent the last few days naked... Or I mean nude, it didn't make walking down a school hallway any easier. It brought back nightmares I used to have as a kid. Shit there were even wall lockers along both sides of the hall. How ironic is that?

In no time we had taken care of our business and back in the classroom. With her cold hands she shuffled us around for at least another ten minutes so that we were sitting on the floor with me sitting on the far left with my legs at an angle, feet flat on the floor. Angela sat Indian fashion between my legs and up close so that her ass pressed against my dick. (Torturously)

Sue sat next to me more or less on her side with her head resting on my left arm and shoulder area while Andrew sat lounged back against her stomach with his right arm trapped under Sue's left so that his hand rested on her left breast and his right hand resting on her ass. His feet were flat on the floor like mine, but they were spread wide eagle exposed to the world.

All I could think of was how glad I was that the platform was well padded or we would all be very sore in no time.

Some of the class was painting or water coloring, some of the class was drawing us while still others were sculpting us in clay. It was a good thing we were being paid well is all I can say.

This pose may sound a little uncomfortable and un-natural, but we were propped up with additional cushions looking like large rocks and boulders. We very much looked like an average family just lounging nude in the wilderness.

The students were free to walk around us and get as close in as they wanted in order to get a three-D perspective. One of them a young lady, actually reached down and adjusted Andrew's junk, which made him take in a breath of air. It also had the effect of rendering him hard as a rock, which thankfully nobody made a comment about.

Angela had to make a few minor adjustments of her soft sweet ass to allow room for my now swelling member and being the first time she had to deal with it I thought she was going to freak out on me, but she only made a rather blunt comment under her breath. "Geese dad!" Then she added. "You need to shave down there again. Your razor stubble is itching my butt."

"Sorry sweetie." I said and kissed the back of her head.

We ended up posing only one hour stretches with half hour breaks and only worked a total of six hours. We were scheduled to come back for eight days and after the first day we each had to pose separately or two at a time depending on the perspective they needed. I guess it really wasn't as demanding as it sounds, but what happened next really through us for a loop.

Chapter 6
Baptism By Fire

The day started pretty much the same as any work day at home. We ate breakfast and before we knew it we were in the cab heading back to the studio. Mark rode with us and when we arrived we exited the cab and headed into the art school.

When we got in the class there were some new students. These were older students and so was the teacher who this time was a man... A rather effeminate balding man at that.

"Ah yes." He splashed his index finger to his chin. "Our models."

Mark took a seat and opened up a magazine seeming uninterested in what else happened.

"What lovely children." He hummed and I couldn't tell if he was being facetious or not. "Why don't we work with them first of all. You children go get undressed and if you have to use the faculties you should do so before we start."

The kids looked at each other and shrugged. "We're good."

"That remains to be seen, but let's begin; shall we?"

After the kids had stripped down and were completely nude the man gripped them by the upper arms and appeared to be steering them where he wanted them with little regard to their comfort.

"What do you think you're doing?" I jolted. "Be gentle. They'll do what you want, just tell them."

I saw Mark look up and glare at the man and he in turn relented. "Yes of course. Forgive me." Yet still he looked at Mark and not at me when he did. This didn't sit well with me.

"He's not their father. I am."

"Forgive me." The man relented again.

Mark came up to me and still holding his magazine nudged me out into the hall. Once the door was closed he said. "Chuck I understand how that must have felt, but... Let's put it this way. Have you have been in sports in school?"

"Yeah." I steamed.

"The coach didn't always talk to you with kit gloves did he?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean didn't the coach yell at you when you did something wrong... Maybe even called you names?"

"Well yeah." I relented.

"This is the same thing. You have to understand these teachers are like coaches. Sometimes to get what they want they don't think about the feelings of the models. Sometimes you have to treat the models with a degree of contempt so that they don't have time to think about what they are supposed to be doing."

I thought for a minute and sighed. "I understand."

"If it makes things easier you can take a walk for an hour, but you can't interfere anymore."

"No... I'll be ok."

"Good. Then let's get back in there."

When we came back into the room the kids were standing next to each other and the teacher was waiting expectantly.


"It's ok." Mark told him. "Continue."

"Fine then." Then he placed his finger back on his chin and circled the children thinking.

An idea struck him and he snapped his fingers in enlightenment. "I think yes... Puppy love."

"Puppy love?" Sue choked.

The man spun around and barked at Mark. "Is this going to happen all day?"

"No." I sang and with a look of foreboding to my dear wife I added. "We're staying out of it."

He then maneuvered the kids to face each other and instructed. "Look into each other's eyes."

"Hmm." He thought out loud. "The boy seems a little shorter than the girl. Somehow that don't look right."

A young man of about twenty-five spoke up and said. "Excuse me."

"Yes, yes what is it?"

"We'll I'm a pediatrician and I know for a fact that they are the proportions they should be at their age. Girls always mature a little faster than boys."

"Yes, yes I know this, but I don't think it looks right." Then he gruffly gripped the kids by the arm and manipulated them to sit and then without speaking he had them each lay on their left hips facing each other in a sprawled out embrace. "There, now I want you two to come in very close like you are going to kiss."

Again Sue came forward to protest, but I stopped her and whispered. "He wants them to look like they are kissing."

"Besides" Mark added in a whisper. "No one will know they are brother and sister."

Reluctantly, Sue leaned back and we both watched with great interest and in moments the scene looked as natural as could be even if you did know the models were brother and sister, it still looked natural and admittedly erotic as hell.

The kids sat like that for a while and absolutely drove me wild with lust. I mean I couldn't believe they were in fact siblings, much less my own kids. "Holy crap!" I hissed while having uncontrollable erect thrusts in my seat.

From where we sat it looked as though the kids were embraced in their first kiss. I mean all I could see was the back of Andrew's head and the top half of Angela's face.

We sat and watched with no further interference for an hour and slowly during that time the two siblings stayed as still as they could given the circumstances. However when they did move they moved in either very sensual manors or very cautious, I couldn't tell which.

At time Andrew slid his hand down Angela's back or upper arm as if caressing her lovingly. Perhaps that was my imagination I don't know, but at times it looked like Angela did the same thing as they stared lovingly in each other's eyes.

The kids took an hour break and Mark took them to get something to snack on while Sue and I were settled into much the same pose only we were more freely posed in a more erotic fashion. Luckily we were smashed body to body so that my raging erection couldn't be seen by any of the students. On the other hand I admitted to myself that I would have not had a problem with it being in pain view for some reason.

We went through four alternating sessions like that, but it seemed to me like the kids were the main focus of the entire day.

Chapter 7
Unexpected Effect

In the cab on the way back from the art school we had a nondescript family meeting. We kept what we had done elusive to the driver, but I had asked everyone, but nobody specific. "Well, what did you think?"

Andrew shrugged in a non-committal way and Angela hummed. "It wasn't so bad." But Sue just smiled and let her eyes drift down to my crotch.

"What?" I asked almost bashfully.

"Wait till I get you back to our room and I'll let you know."

"Oh really?" I buffed up.

A light of understanding seemed to overcome the twins and they both just rolled their eyes in playful disgust.

True to her word as soon as we reached the hotel Sue grabbed my wrist and practically drug me to the elevator and once the doors shut she leapt into my arms and used her legs to clutch around my waist. I in turn wrapped my arms around her ass as if I were holding a large toddler.

"Oh my god guys." Angel miffed.

"Yeah!" Andrew agreed with some degree of disgust. "Get a room."

"We have a room and we intend on using it too." Sue blatantly gloated over her shoulder. This was not at all how Sue normally acted around the kids, but I wasn't about to complain.

When the doors opened I carried my wife down the hall towards our room and before turning the jog in the hall I stopped and said. "Andrew reach in my pocket and get the card key to the room."

I figured it was safe because my erection was leaning to the right side of my pants, but when Andrew reached in my left pocket it was empty.

I was going to hold Sue up with my left arm in order to reach in my other rather crowded pocket. She was after all clutching me tightly, so there was no fear of me dropping her, but Andrew had darted around to my other side and was reaching in my pocket before I could react.

His slim fingers slipped in just to his knuckles, but then his fingertips were blocked by a hard and yet soft obstruction which seemed to perplex him for a moment. He looked into my eyes almost in confusion while his fingers continued to jab and probe over and around my fabric covered cock. Perhaps he thought he could dislodge the object whatever it was.

However, in a breath of comprehension he maneuvered his fingers up and over my eight inch member while never losing eye contact with me and to his credit he never let on as to what he was feeing. With some effort he dug deep and gripped his middle and forefingers finger around the key. (After all there wasn't room for him to do any real clutching in my now tight pants.) Then he slowly started to withdraw his hand.

Now, it may have been my imagination coupled with wishful thinking, but his little hand seemed to take far longer on the way out than it took on its way in. Still, he never made any facial expressions to indicate whether he was repulsed or titillated by the little adventure. All I know is that it exhilarated me to the point where I almost ejaculated in my own pants.

At this point all I had on my mind was to get to our room where I would ravish my wife like she was never ravished before, but as soon as we rounded the bend in the hallway we found Chris sitting naked on the floor by our door with his knees up, his arms folded over them and his head resting on his forearms like he had been waiting there all day.

"Chris?" I stammered with butterflies in my stomach because his sweet hairless balls; which were rather nice sized for his age were visible under his up-crooked legs and almost touching the floor.

He looked up at me, smiled then got to his feet. "It's about time you got back."

"What are you doing here?" I asked still holding my wife.

He shrugged and said. "Just got bored and wanted to hang out." He paused a moment and then opened a cigarette pack and inside he pulled out a plastic baggie. "Wan' a get high?"

I was just about to protest profusely, but again before I could say a word, Sue jolted with. "Hell to the yes we do."

"What?" I spat in disbelief.

She giggled and said. "Oh come on Chuck, you know we do it whenever the kids aren't around."

"Yeah but...(No use denying it in front of the kids now.) Like you said... Never around the kids."

"We never used to let the kids see us naked before, but things have changed." She reasoned. "I never wanted to be our parents anyway."

In frustration I barked at Andrew. "Just open the door!"

I could tell the kids were nervous, especially when Andrew fumbled with the lock, but I would feel a whole lot better holding this conversation behind closed doors.

Once the door was opened I carried Sue in and everyone followed. As I was putting Sue down Chris blatantly rushed in and rushed to the coffee table. He sat on the floor and started cleaning the pot.

"What are you doing?" I protested.

"Oh relax." Sue chimed and started undressing.

Oddly enough the kids also started stripping even without being told too. Then they too sat Indian style on either side of Chris and watched him intently.

"I think you two better go for a swim." I strongly suggested.

"We wan' a stay." Angela beamed.

"Yeah dad. Not like we never knew that you smoked pot. Besides I wan' a try it." Andrew chimed almost drooling.

"Wait a minute." I spat firmly.

"They can try it." Sue calmly said.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked.

"Noting... Life... I don't know... Just relax you old fuddy-duddy. I`m tired of my family living secret lives. We need to do more things as a family"

"This isn't exactly a game of Monopoly."

Before I knew it Chris had rolled a rather professional looking joint. He held it and a yellow Bic(TM) up to me and coaxed me with those damned brilliant eyes to light it up. I studied it for a moment and decided that it did look rather delicious. Also, at that point I was deciding that I liked the attitude Sue started taking about all of this.

Reluctantly and yet eagerly I fired it up and inhaled it deeply. I chocked and withheld a cough then passed it back to Chris. He rather expertly pulled in some smoke and held it in his lungs, then confusingly tried to decide who to hand it to and with Sue's nod towards Andrew, Chris passed it to him.

"Keep it clockwise to save confusion." She suggested. "Angela come and sit by me." Angela then got up and sat next to Sue and then Sue suggested I get undressed.

I watched intently as Andrew studied the joint and tentatively sucked in what I thought to be his first joint, but to my surprise he did it in much the same fashion as Chris. It was more than obvious he wasn't as innocent as I had always assumed he was.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I asked as my pants hit the floor forgetting about my raging hard on, then I kicked out of them leaving them where they lie.

He just shrugged and handed it over to his sister. "Kids at school."

Since I wasn't wearing underwear Chris's eyes seemed glued on my dick like he was starving for it and I just wished he could be more covert. He looked like a kid pressing his forehead against a candy store's window.

Angela on the other hand obviously wasn't as experienced as her twin. She rather nervously looked at the joint and it took some nudging by her mother to try it. She didn't pull much and instantly she started choking and gagging. Then as if she couldn't get it out of her hand fast enough she passed it to her mother still choking and shaking her head no.

By the time Sue took a pull I was starting to feel the affects and I had to admit it was very good stuff. I looked at the small pile of pot next to the seeds and it looked a greenish gray.

"Stuff's pretty white huh?" Chris asked with a knowing smile.

"Yeah it is. It also looks expensive. How did you get it?"

"My mom."

"Won't she miss it?" I asked.

"She's the one who bought it for me."

As the joint was being passed back to me Chris started to roll another and I looked down between his legs and couldn't help but admire how his dick head had stretched up past his belly button and a clear droplet of pre-cum dribbled down the bottom of his shaft. It wasn't real thick like mine, but it had some good length to it and his pubic hair or what little he had was absolutely adorable.

This had the affect of me unconsciously squeezing my ass cheeks forcing more blood into my cock which in turn thrust my rod blatantly into everyone's view. It was as if my dick was screaming for attention from someone... ANYONE! Yet, I was past the stage of humiliation or even as much as bashfulness, so I was a lot more comfortable around my kids with it as well. Funny thing was I hadn`t even realized it till it was too late and the deed was done.

"Why don't you sit down?" Asked Sue and I don't know why I did it, but I just flopped down right next to Chris. It never even occurred to me to sit next to Sue.

Suddenly I realized that me and Chris weren't the only ones with boners. Andrew had a nice one going himself. Though his was considerably smaller than ours, it still looked delicious.

I wasn't the only one who noticed it either. I looked over to Angela and caught her giving it a couple glances as well. I almost freaked about it too, but then I figured the best way to deal with it was to ignore it completely.

Suddenly Sue spoke and shocked me with. "God damn you boys look good!"

"What?" I coughed, but I wasn't the only one who was caught off guard. Both Andrew and Chris looked flabbergasted.

"I said all you boys look hot as hell." Sue reiterated. "Stand up and let us girls get a good look at you?"

"Yeah dad." Angela giggled.

It only took a second for the request to register to Chris and he instantly and quite proudly rose to his feet and standing with arms spread wide apart started rotating in place. He had no problems in giving the girls a good look even though his dick was now so hard it leaked pre-cum like a faucet.

Surprisingly enough Andrew soon giggled and followed Chris's lead. In fact they held hands and twirled each other as if showing each other off in dance.

After some coaxing from the boys I too stood up and for some reason I wasn't even embarrassed about my own erection. Then both boys whispered in each other's ear and then they came to me and each cupped a hand and hefted my balls high in the air. "Get a good look girls."

Maybe it was the pot, but we all laughed and had a good time before suddenly and I can't remember how it happened, but we were all crowded on the couch giggling, laughing and caressing each other's bodies.

In moments the giggling had slowed till only heavy breathing could be heard and smiles had turned to serious petting. It had gone from jovialness to roving hands in exploratory glee in a matter of moments. There were no protests, just acceptance of what each wanted to do. My hands were a wash in soft silky skin and it didn't matter who I was touching. I lavished in all of them.

All I knew was that my hands were freely gliding over soft flesh and other's hands were gliding over mine. We must have looked like a cubby of wintering snakes hibernating.

Chris got squeezed off the couch and then he got to his knees right before me and Angela, his left hand glided up her leg and his right hand slid up mine at the same time till they reached our sexes and there wasn't one hint of bashfulness as he grabbed my dick and slid his finger right in my daughter's hairless snatch and suddenly Angela's legs darted apart giving him free access.

Chris fiddled with it, but seemed more interested in my dick as he slowly lowered his head towards it. Soon I was feeling his warm moist breath as his mouth hovered surrounding it, but not touching.

I glanced over at Sue who was manually manipulating Andrew towards us as if slowly suggesting that he join us guys. He seemed half adverse to the idea, but she slid her hand slowly and seductively up his spine and when she reached his head she almost forcefully guided him to kneel down next to Chris. She then slid her hand down his shoulder and then slowly down his arm till she reached his elbow and softly gripping it she nudged his arm so his hand lowered over my balls.

In only a breath he began tenderly touching and petting my scrotum at the same time Chris engulfed my cock in his warm, moist mouth. He didn't add suction yet. He just seemed to lavish having my cock in his youthful mouth and allowed his spit to coat my shaft. His tongue flailed freely licking the length while Andrew's hand slicked up from the excess.

Then Chris sucked out the air and glided up and down my shaft only a few times. Just enough to get me to involuntarily lurch up and then when I relaxed back to the couch he lifted his head and looked at Andrew expectantly. Tentatively the younger boy lowered over his father's cock and accepted it into his mouth. One more involuntary heft up with my hips and I unloaded right into my son's unsuspecting mouth.

He gagged and almost appeared to want to puke, but Chris held his head down and whispered seductively in his ear. "You can do it. Swallow it all... That's it... See it's not so bad is it?"

My son surprisingly shook his head no and continued to suck and lap at my shaft and even darted his tongue down to lick up any drips which escaped from his overflowing lips. That's when Chris got to his knees and steered his own cock so it was up against mine and Andrew filled his mouth with both of our cocks at the same time for a moment before releasing mine to concentrate his time on Chris's.

Mumbling caught my attention, so I looked over to where Sue had her legs darted up in the air and her hands were clamped around the head of our daughter. She was breathing deeply as words forced their way up. "That's it baby... Oh yes... Suck mommies clit!"

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and we heard Mark cough. No words were spoken, but we all darted to our perspective rooms where we grabbed a towel each to dry with. Meanwhile Chris picked up the living room from all of our clothes and brought them to the master bedroom.

I opened the sliding door as wide as I could and praying for the best I opened the hall door to an inpatient looking Mark. "What took you so long?" Then he sniffed, grinned and said. "Oh."

I can't even imagine the guilt that had to be written all over my face.

"Well..." Mark huffed seeming a little out of sorts. "We have some issues we need to contend with."

"Is this about the way we acted at the art school?" I asked.

"Yes and no." He said and at that Chris took the cue and politely excused himself. "It has to do with rigidity." He answered while laying out his towel to sit on the sofa."

"Rigidity?" I asked thinking only to look down to see if I was still stiff or what.

"Do the kids need to be here for this meeting?" Sue asked.

Mark thought for a moment and uneasily answered. "Well I don't know really. It has to do with how they perform on camera, but it can be discussed by you later I suppose. First I want to ask them something."

He looked at the kids and asked. "How do you like modeling so far?"

Still stoned off their asses they smiled and said in unison. "It's cool, we love it."

"Well the one point that I wanted to talk about is how rigid and unnatural you all are while modeling nude. Now I know this is new for you, but we need for all of you to at least appear to be comfortable. You really have to work on that."

"Well how many of these kinds of gigs do we have to do?" Sue asked.

Mark thought for a moment... I guessed on how to word what he had to say . "The thing is there is a lot of competition out there, just like any profession. Models are a dime a dozen and I'm sure you know that right?"

"Sure." I answered.

"So the trick is to offer a product that most other models won't offer, and you all have such beautiful bodies that I believe that is your best asset and since my job is to sell you as a product I have to sell what I know to be your best aspects."

He got more comfortable and continued. "Think of it like a car salesman. "If I were selling Ferrari's I would be selling high performance right?"

"Yeah." We all agreed wondering where he was going with this.

"If I were selling Rolls Royce's I would be selling?" He asked the kids.

"Umm luxury?" Andrew asked in a knowing way.

"Exactly; and I would like to be selling high performance luxury cars. What I mean by that is I want to be selling Mercedes and at the moment all I have to sell is... Lexus."

"What?" We all asked confused.

"You're all a bit too... rigid, nervous, scared. You all need to learn to loosen up and relax. I need all of you to give the director what he wants without thinking about it. It reminds me of Star Wars when Yoda said do or do not... there is no try."

Having no reaction Mark clasped his hands, leaned forward and started to explain what he wanted and from us in the future. We were about to be delicately schooled in the art of art.




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