Chapter 15

Dad came home to find Mom and I working in the kitchen. I was doing the cooking, but Holly was coaching me. I ordered Joy to peel the potatoes and cut them appropriately, and I was making fries. Although I was naked as usual, Holly insisted I wear an apron and a dish towel pinned over my tits. Hot oil spattered me a couple of days earlier. When that hazard ended, I was fully naked again for serving, eating at the counter, and clean-up.

By now, I was no longer thinking about my bare ass hanging out. When Dad walked in and saw our two asses pointed toward him side by side, he seemed to hesitate.

“Ah, um, Holly, you’re helping Mary? She’s in an apron?”

While Holly explained about the oil, it suddenly came to my mind that he’d been startled by the sight of our two asses. Holly was not thin, but she had changed into some cotton jogging pants that hugged her round ass tightly. More than once, I caught Joy’s eyes follow Mom around the room, fairly openly.

In the same way, I’d see all three males in the house unconsciously watching Joy’s luxurious backside flouncing around the house, including Nick. For sure, I did it too. It was fascinating, somehow, how she openly carried herself, as if clothes were some weird thing other people wore, but not her.

One other thing: always when Joy was being spanked or paddled, the wetness and scent of her excited pussy were nearly impossible to ignore. I worried she might leak on Holly’s legs the next time she was strapped. It just showed beyond any doubt my sister was a slut for being punished.

We were back to fully nude while watching them eat. During our dinner, Dad had an announcement.

“Step closer, girls; you need to hear this. I have good news. One of my ranger colleagues has a brother who is a handyman. He’s going to come over tomorrow around ten and work on fixing the washer and dryer.”

Holly couldn’t suppress a happy moan. Her expensive and tiring trips to the laundromat were making her nuts, and carrying the clothes and bedding was hard on her back.

“There’s one complication. Denny is a single father, and likes to bring his son with him instead of leaving him alone. So you ladies need to wear as much as you can, and the five of you need to entertain yourselves while he’s working. Any ideas?”

Nick was smiling, looking forward to having company somewhere near his own age. “Mary can wear Mom’s sweater and snow pants, and Joy can wear Dad’s old long coat, and we can have a snowball fight!”

Ethan looked a little sour. Holly took notice.

“Ethan, you don’t have to participate. But I want you to take a few pictures—action shots—so we can see the fun. Denny too. His kid must be as bored as you guys are.”

The next morning, Mom and Dad left for work after one of those deep kisses and ass gropes that Joy and I knew signified overnight sexy times. Joy and I exchanged smirks, then served the guys their breakfast. Because company was coming, they were awake and dressed earlier than usual.

Suddenly, we heard the door. Over the inch or two of unshoveled driveway snow, their pickup truck arrived silently. Panicked, Joy and I hollered for Nick.

“Get the door! He’s here already.”

A big problem: we weren’t dressed. Worse, our front door had a two-by-two glass window, so they had a clear view of us scampering for our bedroom with bright red faces.

“Come in, Denny, and you’re Leonard?”

“Yeah, but call me Leo.”

“Absolutely. Want some coffee?”

Nick was outdoing himself; Holly would be proud of him. Leo declined, while Denny accepted a mug, adding a little sugar. Meanwhile, back in our bedroom, I was arguing with my sister.

“We’re still on restriction, Mary. We need to stop being pussies about showing our pussies.”

“I don’t remember anything about showing off to strangers.”

“Oh, yeah? Mom and Dad still think we were out by the road dancing for truckers. This is stupid; just come out when you’re ready.”

I shook my head. This was crazy, but I did promise Joy. So, I followed her big butt from our doorless bedroom, trying to control my nervousness and calm my face.

“Mr. Denny, Leo, I’m Mary, and this is my baby sister, Joy.”

She snorted, feeling slighted. I had stopped using “little sister” some time ago after she gained a lot of weight.

“We’re pleased to meet you. I suppose you have some questions for us.”

“Just one, Mary,” answered Denny. “Where is your laundry? The rest, you can explain to Leo, after he stops staring with his jaw hanging open.”

He snapped his mouth shut with an audible click.

“Sorry, Daddy.”

“Don’t apologize to ME, boy. Tell them you’re sorry.”

“I’m very sorry; it’s just, well, I wasn’t prepared, and you are both beautiful.”

I had to smile back at him.

“Thank you, Leo. We understand you weren’t expecting nudity. Sir, I’ll show you to the machines now.”

“Great, thanks. I see they’re just a few steps away.”

“My older brother calls this our Minnesota mansion, but he’s not being serious. Although we have three bedrooms for six of us; it’s very cramped here. I’m going to start another pot of coffee while you go out and get your tools. Joy, Nick, why don’t you take Leo and bring him up to date?”

I spent some extra time in the kitchen after starting the coffee; I wanted to plan for our lunch. I heard a lot of banging and scraping noises as Denny took apart the machines, laying the parts neatly around him on the floor.

I turned around and found Nick on the sofa with Leo. Joy sat in one of the big chairs facing them. No surprise, Joy’s splayed legs made a wanton display for Leo. I had a quick impression that he was probably a smart kid because he was multitasking. While his eyes were target-locked on my sister’s crotch, he was keeping up with the conversation and asking thoughtful questions.

“Nick, can you go sit in the chair so I can be next to Leo on the sofa? Thanks. Leo, do you have any more questions for us?”

He dragged his eyes away from Joy and politely looked me in the face.

“I have a million of them, but not right now.”

“OK. I guess I have questions for ... Wait, Leo, what is it? Do I have a pimple?”

“I’m sorry for staring; I’ve never seen a face like yours before.”

My self-esteem took a big hit. Before that, I was musing about HIS face.

“It’s that bad? I thought my face was just average.”

“No, no, no, no!” he stammered. “You’re so beautiful; you’re perfect.”

It was hard to tell which was redder, his face or mine.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Cross my heart.” Childishly, he drew an “X” on his chest for emphasis.

Nick did me a solid, then, and I gave him a grateful smile.

“Joy, get off your huge ass and clean the bathroom like you’re supposed to. What if our guests need to tinkle, and you sluts left it messy? MOVE!”

He followed her, and Leo resisted the temptation to watch Joy’s departing butt. What a guy! I put my hand on his arm.

“We’ve done a lot of talking about our unusual family. It’s time; I want to know all about you, Leo.”

Leo went into some detail about his history; part of it I could empathize with. Like with my own bio-mom, Leo was mostly ignored by his mother, Lacey, who originally had sole custody. Denny was visiting from out-of-state and realized that Leo wasn’t thriving under his mother’s care. After a long negotiation, Lacey relinquished her rights, and Denny took full custody of Leo. Back then, he was only nine.

“I’ll be honest, Mary. I love my Daddy; he’s kind to me while giving me the structure I never had. But my early life still bothers me. I don’t feel confident; I’m very shy. I don’t talk at school, and I stay home reading every evening.”

Affected by his story, I couldn’t help seeing the moisture in his eyes. His soft blue-gray eyes...”

“You’ve never been out with a girl. Shh, I know it’s true. Joy and I are your first sight of girl parts. No, stop; don’t hang your head. Look at my face. Oh, sweetie, your glasses are fogging up. Just take them off. And don’t you tell me I look better that way.”

I grinned at him and watched while a slow smile appeared on his face—his precious face. Something came over me then, and I carefully removed my own eyeglasses. If anything, his eyes opened even wider.

“Do me a favor, Leo. Close your eyes for a minute.”

He seemed a little foggy; he blinked a couple of times and then shut them. I tilted my head, put my hand behind his neck, and kissed him. I felt him start or shudder, then he settled and kissed me back. After a few sweet moments, I pulled back and settled back into the sofa beside him.

“I know that was your first kiss. Did you like it?”

“Mary...”

He was stumbling, obviously stunned, and then another smile burst forth.

“Thank you.”

What?

“So wonderful. You’re amazing. I don’t know what to say.”

“OK, you liked it. But you don’t thank me for something we both enjoyed. Leo, I know about 12 different ways to kiss; that was type 1. In an ideal world, I’d be teaching you the remaining 11 types instead of going to stupid, pointless, and boring high school.”

“You too? It IS boring; it drives me nuts.”

“Leo, we have a lot of things to talk about. But I need to make lunch for us. You should go talk to your dad so he has some understanding of our restrictions and nudism. After lunch, we’re going to go outside for the snowball fight Nick is planning. Is that OK?”

“Whatever you say, Mary. I’m so glad I came here today.”

“I can tell; go see your father.”

I groped his bulge, smiled, and walked away—adding an extra sway to my walk. Hearing him gasp was such a turn-on. I missed having that effect on a guy. Later on, while I was working in the kitchen, my wheels were turning. How could I turn this weird situation to my advantage?