Laura and Ace
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 21: Unsere Liebevolle Familie
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 21: Unsere Liebevolle Familie - Ace and his girlfriend Laura are on the way to his parents' annual month living in a nudist camp. It has all the amenities including swimming and sports, but the real attractions are after dinner, where campers meet and party together. Nobody under 18 is permitted in camp, so maximum freedom exists behind closed doors. Ace worries he won't be able to stay limp and follow the camp's public rules. But Laura has plans for regulating him.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Wife Watching Incest Mother Son Sister Father Daughter Group Sex Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Voyeurism Water Sports BBW Big Breasts Hairy Nudism Violence
I walked into the Homburgs’ cabin and was hit with an incredible smell: was it cinnamon and almonds? Leo accused her with a playful growl.
“What is the meaning of this!”
“I have to confess. It’s my fault.” Mina was mostly gleeful and only very slightly ashamed. “I snuck into the camp kitchen and made Gebrannte Mandeln—candied almonds in a pan with sugar and cinnamon.”
“And what is your excuse for this behavior?” Leo was pretending to be cross, undercut by his anticipatory tongue brushing over his lips.
“I’m sure you know, husband. I want our dear Ace to always enjoy his time with Clara and come to visit us frequently.”
“Frequently? You mean, back in the textile world?” Leo meant our non-nudist home state.
Clara rushed ahead to serve me one of the sweet treats. I wasn’t very polite. More, I behaved like a puppy after receiving a nice jerky treat. Clara eyed me, as if I was overreacting. I probably was, but if I could enjoy treats like these, I certainly would be spoiled on the regular.
When my mouth was clear, I had a question. “If Mina makes stuff like this for you, how come you aren’t,” I pretended to count on fingers, “150 kilos each?” Clara looked at her dad, who helpfully whispered “330 pounds” with a hand waggle meaning “about.”
Clara offered an answer, but it ruined my mood. Theirs too.
She drew in a slow, tense breath, as if preparing herself for something difficult.
“My body changed a lot in the tenth grade. A lot.”
The way her voice had altered grabbed my attention, leaving a coldness.
“I had hormone issues, allergies, pain in my joints, and the girls around me turned vicious. Some of them had been my friends, but I became an instant pariah and most of them combined against me.”
I kept my eyes on her face, which had gone pale. I could see her distressed parents behind and around her as Clara explained.
“My self-esteem and my mood? They just collapsed. I was still young and thought the way they unified so quickly meant their cruel beliefs had a real foundation. Stress encouraged overeating, and I gained about 20 pounds in just a month. I wanted to talk to Mom and Dad, but I didn’t want to disappoint them.”
Leo hissed through his teeth, while Mina seemed unsteady and stuck out her arm to hold the back of a chair.
“My father raised me to be strong. But I knew if I got into a fight I’d be punished and suspended, and that would really disappoint him even more.” Leo’s head snapped up, and he went over to comfort Mina. I wanted to say something reassuring, but all I could come up with was, “What happened next?”
“Then my friend returned from a long trip. She took one look at me and took over everything. Heidi was my biggest and best friend. By that I mean she was six feet tall, powerful, athletic, and could walk through a wall if she didn’t see a convenient door. ‘Get your things,’ she told me, marched us up to tiny Mrs. Galliardo and informed her I was going home until I felt better. Before the teacher could react, we were gone.”
I asked Mina to get Clara some water, and put my hand on her elbow, encouraging her to the table to sit. I wanted Clara off her feet before telling the rest of her story.
“I told Heidi she shouldn’t get in trouble on my account for cutting school. She ignored me, and insisted I explain everything, beginning to end. I was upset and didn’t really notice at the time, but Heidi was making notes on a little pad while I explained.”
Mina picked up the story. “When Leo and I got home, Heidi invited herself to dinner—a very uncomfortable meal. By the time she explained everything, we felt like bad parents who had let Clara down. Heidi has that direct way of talking, though. ‘Forget that shit. Your job is to get Clara medical help and counseling, right? I’ll take care of the school, and that coven of witches. I promise you, when Clara goes back, everything will all be fixed.’ And Heidi, well, she made us believe her.”
I asked, “Is that true, Clara?”
“It is. She’s amazing. You need to meet her.”
“I need to meet Heidi.” Saying this in unison, we laughed together. It was a nice break after hearing the difficult story. I looked at Mina and Leo.
“So, Heidi now approves of your parenting?”
“Well, mostly. Mina and I tried to adopt Heidi but she turned us down. She said when her mom heard about it, she started yelling. Her dad seemed more open to it, until Heidi’s mom punched him in the arm. ‘Really hard,’ she said.”
“Daughters can be so expensive.”
“Shut up, Ace!”
Clara studied me. “I’m sorry we dumped all that drama on you.”
“It helps me know you better. I want to know you better. More information than just that you and your folks are sex-crazed maniacs.”
Leo snorted. “As the software guys say, ‘It’s a feature, not a bug.’ But my daughter’s right. We have more wild information for you. It’s not violent, scary, sad, or mean. It’s good, but you need your own glass of water.”
I shot a look at Clara, and she just grinned at me.
“Leo, have you ever heard of a ‘spit-take’?”
“No.”
“A spit-take is a comedy bit when someone tells an actor something crazy, and he turns and forces a wet blast from his mouth. I think I’ll forego the water for now.”
“OK, it’s your funeral. Come with us to the wall.”
They’d hung up a large posed family photograph, captioned “Unsere Liebevolle Familie” in flowing script. Underneath that, in smaller standard lettering, it read, “Our Loving Family.”
“That’s you!” I said. “There’s Leo, Clara, and Mina. In the middle, there’s ... Heidi?”
“Right! Standing behind her is her husband Gregor, who is my older brother.”
“Wow! So, family—instead of adopting Heidi, you made her your daughter-in-law. And you have a big brother. He does look like you, except for the tits.”
“Shut up, Ace!”
“I had to say something, since somebody forced the five of you to wear clothes. The photographer was chicken?”
“No, this is just the shot with clothing that we put into a frame.”
“Implying there are other shots that are, what did you call it? Oh, yeah, textile-free.”