Aunt Sally’s Place
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 7
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 announced myself so he wouldn’t be startled and I stepped closer so he could see me clearly.
“Paul, stop, why are you undressing?”
“It’s because, I mean, look, you’re stark naked and I wanted you to be comfortable.”
That’s what I was afraid of.
“You sweet, sweet guy. Before I moved here, I lived with two women only, who I saw undressed all the time. Moving here is an adjustment because of the males, but I’m getting used to it.”
“That’s what I thought, Terri.”
“It’s NOT usual for you, though. I wouldn’t dream of asking you to undress unless you were also a nudist. Judging by your face, I’m assuming you’re not.”
“No, but after seeing you I’m considering alternative lifestyles.” He flashed one of his killer smiles, and I lost my train of thought.
“We’re alone in the woods together and your virtue is protected by this wire fence. I wanted us to talk freely and honestly.”
I reached out and touched his bare shoulder.
“No, please. You don’t have to. I’ll talk!”
He was still smiling, damn it. “You don’t want to look? Should I be insulted?”
“No, no, of course not. You’re very ... Hey! You’re fishing for compliments. Jerk!”
“You’re right, I’ll go back to complimenting you. Your hair, your eyes, your soft, full lips...”
Bashful, flustered, I dropped my eyes. It was a terrible mistake.
I blurted, “You’re hard, uh, erect.”
His plain white briefs were distended towards me—for an unmistakable reason.
“I am. You must know that it’s because of you.”
Yeah. That’s what I thought would happen.
“I stopped you just in time, I guess.” I backed up a step and sat down on a big rock, closing my legs instinctively.
His smile vanished, and he attempted to cover up his disappointment. He looked around. Finding nothing suitable, he sat on the needles and leaves with his knees up near his face.
He didn’t understand my issue. In my house, sexuality is all around me. But out in the peaceful forest, I hoped for a friend I could talk to without the pressure of nudity.
Paul apologized. “I shouldn’t be like that with you. I’m sorry.”
“No—you don’t understand. It’s my problem. Paul, all seven of us are always naked in Sally’s house. It’s one of her rules. Everyone around me is openly sexual. It’s my mom with Sally and John, and my sister with their sons. They’re not hiding it. It’s like an erotic fantasy for them, but I’m staying out of it.”
“I’m getting that you’re part of the family, but not the fantasy, not physically or mentally. Did I get that right? Do you feel like they mistreat you?”
“No, it’s not that. I want them to be happy, and they look like they are. I just hoped I could be away from their, well, frolicking so I could think straight. Then I met you and got all excited.”
His smile started returning, but I snuffed it quickly.
“No, not excited for sex, sorry.” The wattage of his smile dimmed, and I forged on. “I wanted someone I could talk to without the sexual pressure hanging over the conversation. I was excited for that reason, not because I dislike you or find you unattractive.”
“You’re saying I could be your platonic friend. Like the guy in a movie who’s the gay friend the heroine complains to about her gorgeous but clueless boyfriend.”
“You don’t want to be gay?”
“I’ve given you visual evidence to the opposite. I can do the friend part, though, if you want. If I have to.”
“I need to think. Give me a minute.”
We sat silently, surrounded by the small sounds of nature. I already believed the grove of trees in our properties was a part of a larger forest.
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