Chapter 1: Thursday

I’m stewing at our breakfast table. Today, in the cafeteria, I’m going to invite my girlfriend, Kara, to come home with me tomorrow night and have dinner with my family.

I adore her, but I’m afraid she might not accept. I’m also afraid she will accept, but once she’s here, she won’t be able to cope with our family’s craziness and end our relationship.

My mother, Doris, was keenly aware of my fretfulness. She was nude, as always, and rose to her feet.

“Connor, what is winding you up like this?”

Using an old trick, Mom walked up behind me, leaned over, and wrapped her large, soft breasts over my ears.

Dad was fully dressed in his usual three-piece suit, about to leave for his law office. My younger brother, Kendall, had his attention on his phone, as usual, next to his bowl of cereal. Other than his panties, he was naked, too.

For a couple of years, Kendall wore little nylon panties instead of cotton briefs or going naked like the rest of us. When pressed, he explained that he enjoyed the slick feeling, plus it was safer and cleaner to have his asshole covered while sitting. Now, I only tease my brother about his panties when he makes a big tent in them.

Meanwhile, I knew Mom was taking a good look down past my face. Only in the last year or so have I stopped getting automatically erect from feeling her boobs’ touch. I knew she missed seeing my visible reaction.

“Sorry, Mom.”

“Don’t be silly; I understand you’re getting bored by me. (Sniffle.)”

“No, he’s not bored,” rumbled Dad. “Connor doesn’t have time right now.”

“I have time,” Kendall piped up, brightly.

“Thank you, son, but you have school too,” Mom reminded.

Remembering past mornings, I did feel a little stiffening, with my dickhead slipping partway through my foreskin. But Dad was right; I didn’t have much time, and I refocused on Kara.

Mom intuited the reason I was so nervous.

“You’re asking Kara to come here for dinner, and you’re worried. You warned her that we were nudists, didn’t you?”

“I did, and she reassured me it was OK with her. But I’m still nervous.”

I’ve noticed lately that my emotions seem to have taken me over. In Spanish, I learned “tengo miedo,” literally, fear has me instead of I have fear. That’s how I felt sometimes.

Fear had me suddenly, the fear of losing Kara, my first love. Mom heard the tension in my voice, came around, and drew me into her arms.

“What is it, Connor? What’s wrong?”

“She’s perfect. I’m afraid; I don’t want to scare her away.”

“But why?”

“You know we go beyond nudity in this family. A long way beyond. She’s going to find out, and we will be done.”

“Oh, you are so wrong about that, Connor.”

“Wrong? Why?”

“Kara’s mom called me up the other day and invited herself over. Arlene wanted to meet me after Kara told her you were from a nudist family.”

“She told her mother that?! I am so fucked.”

“No, you’re not, and I fucking hate being sworn at, son. Calm down, shut up, and listen. On second thought, go get my phone.”

“You’re going to call her? I’m double fucked.”

“No, God damn it. Just shut up and get my phone, Connor.”

Dad rumbled, and I quit squawking. Kendall was watching us carefully.

“These pictures will explain. Here’s Kara’s mother here in this kitchen, right? Next, she’s got her shirt off, and I’m unhooking her bra. See my hand there? In this one, her face is down below my waist. She’s about to eat my pussy.”

“Can I see?” asked Kendall.

“Shut up, Kendall,” we told him in unison. Mom continued narrating.

“I was really enjoying myself, and then Arlene put her finger up my ass, and I squirted in her face. She didn’t seem to mind it, though, after I promised to return the favor.”

I just slumped into my chair, goggling.

“Whoa,” breathed my brother. Dad stood up with his fancy woolen suit pants tented out.

“I gotta go to work. Save those pictures, Doris!”

“I love you, Larry; have a great day. Don’t beat off in the office bathroom; I want your every drop.”

“Yes, dear. Bye, boys,” he tossed over his shoulder on the way out.

“I have one more photo to show you, Connor.”

She turned her phone screen farther away from Kendall, and I tried to stay calm. From the screen, it appeared Mom’s phone had been used to shoot an image displayed on the screen of an iPad or tablet. That image showed a woman’s body from tits to knees with her legs spread. Between her thighs was the face of my girlfriend, Kara!

“That’s Arlene, enjoying her daughter,” Mom whispered.

“Here’s your lunch, Kara. Turkey and cheese in your sandwich today; I hope you like it.”

Tuesdays and Thursdays were my days to bring her lunch; Wednesdays and Fridays she brought lunches for me, and on Mondays we literally risked our digestive health on the cafeteria’s alleged cooking.

“Kara, I had a bunch of flowery words lined up, but your mother spilled her guts to my mother. Nevertheless, I’d like to formally invite you to dinner with my family tomorrow night. Since it’s Friday, they let me stay up until 10:00.”

I smiled at her, trying to lighten the mood. Kara grinned and accepted.

“Connor, I’ll be delighted. I’ll be sure to brush my hair.”

She mimed holding a hairbrush and making quick strokes. I had to giggle because her hand was in her groin, making those brushing motions.

“I must have rescued a whole village in a previous life to have met you in this life, Kara.”

“Aw, you’re sweet. Speaking of having me to dinner, my mom has a message she asked me to pass on to you.”

“Your mom?”

“Tomorrow, she says, I’m going to spend the night with you. I won’t go home after dinner, and your mother has agreed to have me stay over. Um, sweetie? Close your mouth. Chew. Swallow. Focus! Can I stay with you tomorrow night?”

“Uh, yes? Yes! Kara! Mnph!”

She leaned in and kissed me, briefly. The stupid school restricted PDA on campus, that is, public displays of affection.

“I suppose somebody would complain if I stripped your clothes off and had my way with you right here on the picnic tables.”

“Yeah, Connor. I think we could be satisfied with a discreet blowjob instead.”

“God! My heart is pounding in my chest. It’s what, 28 hours until we walk out of here tomorrow? I don’t know how I’m going to get through it. Let’s see, 28 times 60, is...”

“It’s 1,680 minutes, Connor.”

“How did you do that so fast?”

“Take 30 times 60; that’s 1,800, then deduct two hours, so 1,800 – 120 equals 1,680.”

“Brains AND beauty, you’re perfect, Kara.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. It seems our mothers are already thinking about our wedding.”

“Yeah, um, about them...”

“Connor, we can’t have this conversation here. Tomorrow, OK? Try not to worry.”

I said, “Almost everyone around us in this school believes their parents are insane, but we have photographic evidence of it.”

“Just trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you. Kara, I...”

She watched my face, curious. “What is it?”

I was locked up, unable to speak. Suddenly, I was watching the little golden flecks in the green of her eyes, the soft pink of her lips, and the tiny spray of pale freckles across her little nose. I jumped a little when Kara started frowning.

“Do I have a booger? Give me a napkin!”

“No! I’m sorry; I know I was staring. You’re so beautiful.”

“Eh, I’m OK. You are the pretty one. Just wait ‘til I get some polish on your nails and some waves in your hair.”

“Kara, I think that is not a good idea. You know my younger brother, Kendall?”

“Yeah?”

“At his tender age, I don’t want to do anything that might undermine his growing commitment to heterosexuality. I’m already walking around the house with my dick hanging out. If he sees me all dolled up, too, there’s no telling what he might do.”

“Hm. OK, you might have a point. I can put the makeover off for a later time. I definitely want to wash your hair, though. Ever since we’ve been friends, I’ve been thinking about running my hands through it. Mm.

“We only have twenty more minutes for lunch, and I do have a request.”

“Fire away, Kara.”

“I know it will be hard, uh, difficult for you to show restraint tonight. But I really want you to keep your hands off yourself. I mean, watch a late movie, read a book, or do whatever you can do to distract yourself until you fall asleep.”

“You mean, no m-masturbating? Really? Oh my God!”

“I’m sorry, will that mess you up? I mean, for tomorrow night, I wanted everything to be special.”