Aunt Sally’s Place
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 6
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
I spent most of our shopping day trailing behind the others, answering automatically while my mind churned over feelings I couldn’t quite sort out. Sally seemed determined to spoil us. At one point, I pointed to her credit card and said, “Look, it’s overheated. See that smoke curling off it?”
Our first stop was a custom bra shop. I’d never heard of such a thing, but I escaped with three of the most perfectly fitted bras in a color close to my natural skin tone. By the time they finished equipping the three of us, we had stupidly happy smiles on. I was humming the witch Elphaba’s song “Defying Gravity” because that’s what those bras were doing—Mom’s 41D in particular.
Before I put my shirt back on, I rushed over to Sally and hugged her.
“You’re spending too much money on us. We could never pay you back, you know.”
“Terri, you’re paying me back by how you feel right now.”
I hugged her even tighter, squashing our boobs. It was fun, actually.
“Why are you being so generous?”
“It’s simple, really. John won a big lawsuit, and his share of the proceeds leaves us in a position to easily spoil you three. You were absolutely right, Patty needs an interview suit, and a computer so she can apply online. I can’t let my sister down when she’s been in such a pickle.”
That’s how the rest of the shopping trip went. We ended up with several outfits each, even though we had little need to be dressed according to Rule One. At the end of the day, I waited for John to come home from work, escape from his business suit, and come out naked to the living room. That’s when I attacked him.
“Sally says you’re ultimately to blame for all the spoiling she did today.” I climbed into his lap and covered his face in sweet little kisses.
“Hey! Whoa! Patty’s my sister-in-law, which makes you my niece. I’m spoiling you three because I easily can. And because I want your mother and eventually you girls to have successful careers, just like I want Hank and Jake to have.”
“Yeah, I understand that. I just want you to know how grateful I am.” I wiggled my ass—grinding into his lap. Then I hopped away, smiling, before he could get too excited. “Mom will take care of you tonight, John.”
At that moment, delicious smells were coming from the kitchen, as Sally and Mom collaborated. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned to find Jake.
“Terri, can I talk with you?”
“Sure. Uh, let’s go to the backyard, please.”
Behind the house, we found a shady spot with a couple of chairs.
“Terri, I want to apologize to you.”
“Apologize? For what?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. But something is going on with you that’s different from Deb. And I want to be sure that you’re OK.”
“Jake, uh, thank you for asking. I’m fine, really. I think you’re great, and asking about me shows what a great guy you are. I’m going to tell you what I told Deb last night.”
Jake frowned. “Deb? I don’t understand.”
“Listen, please. I told her that as far as I’m concerned, the two of you should not hesitate to enjoy each other. Certainly not on my account. I want you to be treated the same as Hank.”
“OK, but why? Terri, I’m more attracted to you than to Deb.”
“Oh, come on. There’s nothing I have that Deb doesn’t have. We’re even wearing the same size bra. Has she offended you in some way?”
“No, not at all. Look, Terri. I hardly know you, but I’m attracted. I’d like to know you better. In this house, we’re all sex-crazy, but you’re holding yourself back. It’s none of my business, I know. Let me say, though, if there’s anything I can do, I’m here for you. Like now, we can talk. I want ... I hope you will be happy living here with us.”
“I’ll remember that, and thank you, Jake. Can we, uh, stand up, please.” I gave him a chaste hug, with both of us facing in the same direction.
“Jake, you’re a wonderful guy. I know you’re going to thrill your next girlfriend, and enjoy your time with Deb in the meantime.”
I stepped away quickly, out of reach of Jake’s outstretched arm. I wandered away from the house, with my back to him. I didn’t want him to notice my eyes watering or the way my shoulders had started to shake. He called my name, but I kept walking.
An evergreen forest covered the rear two-thirds of Sally and John’s property. After a minute or two of walking, I reached a wire fence marking the property boundary. I leaned back against the trunk of one of the larger trees, closed my eyes, and relaxed.
After a while, I stopped thinking about Jake, and simply enjoyed the sounds of the forest. Then, a masculine voice interrupted me.
“Can I help you?”
I opened my eyes. A young man—my age—was asking. I wiped my runny nose with the back of my hand and sniffed.
“Nah, I’m OK.”
“I see you’re with my nudist neighbors, the Cowlings.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s right. Mrs. Cowling is my aunt. I’m Terri.”
“Terri, I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Paul Lewis. Obviously, I live here on this side of the fence. Are you sure I can’t help you?”
“Let me be perfectly honest. My mom, my sister, and I have moved in with the Cowlings, uh, semi-permanently, I guess. Do you know the family?”
“I’ve met them briefly. Sally, Jim, and two sons about our age—that is, older than high school. They warned us that all four of them are nudists.”
“That’s right, Paul. And as you can see, after moving in, we three have joined in, too, and follow their policy. I’m going to step closer, so I don’t stress my voice.”
I noticed something very important. Paul was keeping his eyes fixed on my forehead, or even higher. With my big chest, that meant he was either gay or very polite. Suddenly, I really needed to know which of these applied.
“OK, Paul, I noticed that you’re keeping your eyes high, like, above my neck. Here I am, only a couple of steps away. I want to talk to you more; I really need a non-family friend to talk to right now.” He knew I was upset, I could tell. It didn’t cause him to withdraw or be unsympathetic. I was on a positive streak: both John and Jake had been men who showed me a willingness to listen that my previous dating partners lacked.
Paul might be a third like that. Something about his eyes, or the softness of his voice.
“I want you to be relaxed, and that means you can drop your eyes and look me over carefully. I like talking with and being checked out by a handsome guy like you. I’m telling you, go ahead and look, it’s fine. I’ve been told that my breasts are very attractive.”
On impulse, I gave my tits a little push from underneath, then I cupped my hand over my mouth and laughed into it.
“It’s OK, you can enjoy the view. Let me know and I’ll turn so you can see my butt, also.”
Holy crap! What was I thinking?
“You sound serious about fitting in over there. But Terri, if you say I can stare, then I’m gonna stare. Good grief, you are spectacular.”
He really was studying me closely, and I couldn’t help but preen a little while he studied me both front and back. I couldn’t deny I enjoyed his attention.
I could adapt to being a nudist. But actual sex without privacy? That terrified me, and also left me feeling sick to my stomach—sure I would be criticized and even laughed at by my partner and by any witnesses.
Paul won me over. “You have the most beautiful body, Terri. Thank you for freely showing it to me.”
“Thank you, sir. You are very handsome. But it’s dinnertime; I have to go back. Will you meet me here tomorrow morning at ten o’clock? I’m, oh, this is going to sound weird. I’m, I want to talk with somebody who isn’t um, related. I’m sorry, does that put you off?”
“It doesn’t. I promise to be non-weird, as much as possible. We are kind of isolated out here, and I’m excited to have someone new to talk to. It’s Terri with an ‘I’?”
“Definitely!”
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