Aunt Sally’s Place
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 2
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Financial reverses have forced Patty and daughters Terri and Debra to move in with her quasi-sister Sally, her husband John, and their two sons. Daughters and sons are adults, finished with high school. House rules require constant nudity, and all but Terri are joyously "sleeping" together, but not cross-generations. In her new situation, Terri is trying to adjust, cope, and adapt.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Nudism
Next to Sally and John’s master bedroom (and bathroom), a small adjoining bedroom was used as their office or den, with a desk, computer, and leather recliner under a floor lamp. This would become Mom’s bedroom; they added a small bed and an armoire—a large cabinet with a rod for hanging clothes and drawers at the bottom.
At the opposite end of the house were two bedrooms for the four of us. I learned that just before our arrival Jake had been told to accept having his brother move in with him. That is, Deb and I would be sharing a bedroom that had previously been for just Hank. There was just enough room in Jake’s bedroom for Hank’s bed and dresser to be moved in, and his clothes on hangars were now squished into Jake’s closet.
I had the clear impression that neither brother was pleased with this change, although they didn’t complain about it in front of me. Meanwhile, Sally and John equipped Hank’s former bedroom with two small beds and two dressers. Our few dresses and skirts easily fit in the closet, and we were quickly unpacked.
Mom stepped in and surveyed the room.
“This looks nice and comfortable for you two. Can you think of anything you need right away? No? Alright. It’s almost time for dinner. The three of us need to undress now. Remember, that’s rule number one in this house. Put your clothes in this wicker hamper next to the door; we’ll do our laundry tomorrow.”
At least she warned us about being naked in Sally’s house.
Mom continued, “OK, Rule Number Two: there’s a stack of hand towels on the bathroom counter. Take one with you to sit on while you are having dinner or out in the living room. Any questions?”
Deb didn’t understand. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just wear panties?”
“It probably would, but Sally’s system for Bodily Expressionism stands for constant visible exposure. Of everything. Did you notice her pubic hair is shaved off, and the three guys are also clipped very short?”
I actually gulped. When my hair finally grew down there, I was proud of it. Now, I was going to lose it?
Deb started laughing. “John has hair on his face, hair on his chest, hair under his arms, but his dick has nowhere to hide. He’s lopsided!”
“I assume Sally likes him that way. You can ask her.”
“I can?”
“Deb, Rule Number Three is ‘No Secrets,’ and that applies to all of us.”
“Uh-oh. So I have to tell you about...”
“There’s no time, unless you plan to skip dinner. Get your clothes off, wash up, grab a hand towel, and come to the dining room. Hurry!”
The first thing I noticed when we sat down to eat was their dining table. It was round, and the top was glass. Glass! Four of them and three of us, all exposed to each other above and below the waist.
I tried to avoid being obvious, but I couldn’t help but stare. When they visited us in the past, they were dressed. Now, I was seeing everything.
Sally’s blonde hair was to her shoulders, while Mom’s was a little darker and a little longer and more ragged (she hadn’t paid for a haircut in a long time). Their eyes were blue, with Sally’s more towards gray-blue, with sprays of freckles beneath them around a strong nose. Neither of them wore lipstick, and Sally’s lips were darker and wider than Mom’s.
John kept staring at Mom’s breasts. I couldn’t see a difference, honestly. Same size, weight, nipples, areolas, and shape. In that respect, Mom and Sally were twin tit sisters. Below the table, Mom’s pubic hair remained—for the moment?
Deb kept looking over at me with a concerned expression.
“What, Deb?”
“I see marks on you; you have marks on your sides and back. Did somebody hurt you?”
Now everyone was staring at me. I hated that, and growled, “They’re from my stupid bra. It’s too small and pinches me.”
Mom asked, “Is it the wrong size?”
“It shouldn’t be. Deb and I both wear 36D, but mine’s from Walmart and doesn’t fit like Deb’s.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Mom, they’re fucking expensive. I thought rent and food were more important.”
“Oh, fuck. I should not have had you doing our finances.”
Sally put an end to this discussion. “Tomorrow, you girls are going shopping with me. We’ll get you new bras that fit, panties, and a couple of ensembles. What you girls wore in the driveway was, well, threadbare. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry for the truth.”
“Patty, I know you’ve done everything you possibly could for your daughters. Let me be the benevolent auntie for a while. Right, John?”
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