Naked in School-a Program Coordinator’s Story
Copyright© 2026 by Ndenyal
Chapter 6: Dreadful News and Family Upheaval
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 6: Dreadful News and Family Upheaval - Daan’s a high-school teacher whose research on the effects of school nudity brings him to the attention of the Program’s developers who want to employ him as a Program coordinator. Then his kids, who are opposed to immoral rules like the Program’s forced nudity, learn that it’s in his high school, where they’ll be starting soon. Oh boy! Fireworks? You bet. But the kids’ challenges aren’t over as they must keep dealing with their coordinator dad and school nudity issues when the family must move.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Mult Teenagers Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Romantic BiSexual School Sharing Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex ENF Nudism
April
It was the middle of April now, and while Daan was looking forward to the end of the school year, Kimberly was approaching the end of her first year of residency and busy preparing for Step 3 of her medical boards. She also had learned that the officials in her hospital service planned to appoint her as the chief resident in psychiatry when she started her second residency year.
When Daan returned from his P.E. class in mid-morning and checked his phone for messages, he found three texts and two voice-mail messages from Taylor Cummings, his brother-in-law’s father, all asking him to call back as soon as he got the message.
Why would he call and text so many times? Daan wondered. Hope nothing’s wrong.
Something was very wrong and the news he would get when he called back was terrible. It would change his family members’ lives forever.
Daan called back. “Taylor? It’s Daan. I’m hoping nothing’s wrong.”
In the background he heard the sound of road noise and a crying woman as Taylor, in a shaky and labored voice, gave Daan the awful news.
“I really wish it were so, Daan. There was a shooting at Tech this morning and my son and Susan were both killed.”
“Oh, god, how awful! I’m so sorry to hear that!” Daan exclaimed. “That’s terrible and I can’t imagine what you and Georgia are going through right now. What about Jordan?”
“She’s still in daycare. Georgia and I need to figure out how to let Jordan know about what happened; how to close out their affairs too and...”
“Listen. I hear you’re driving. Are you headed to Blacksburg?”
“Yes, on the way there; less than an hour to go. I’m still dazed by the news, and...”
“Well, don’t rush; drive very carefully. There’s nothing you can do for them and Jordan will need you. If you can get into their home, pick up Jordan at her usual time and bring her home. Tell her nothing. It’s best for a professional like Kim or me to give Jordan the news. You just need to get Jordan and for now, try to keep things as normal as possible; try not so show her that you’re grieving and give her plenty of love. Oh, give me the name of her daycare place; I need to set up Arie there ‘cause I’ll be out there as soon as I can get a flight, and I’m sure that Kim can get emergency leave. We’ll help you any way possible. Do Sue’s parents know?”
“We had heard that they were going on a Mediterranean cruise; so they must be over there now.”
“Jeez. Well, let me go now so I can make arrangements. Again, I’m devastated for you two and for Kim also.”
“Thanks, Daan,” Taylor said, and he heard a faint “Thanks,” from Georgia.
He hung up and for the next hour, Daan was in a whirlwind of activity. He arranged with the high school to be away for two weeks and he was finally able to get Kimberly on the phone. He used his psych background to gently break the news to her, and when she got herself composed again, she told him that she’d get a release from her attending physician and the residency program director.
Ten minutes later, Kimberly called back.
“Got a leave, open ended. Jeez, my folks are on a cruise now, what terrible news they’ll have to come home to. When can we get there?”
“Got a flight reservation parked on line for early tomorrow morning; for us and Arie, a car rental and a hotel. That okay?”
“Yeah. I’m going home to get packed now.”
“I’m heading home too after I buy the tickets. See you there.”
Daan beat Kimberly home, and when she came in, she threw herself into his arms, crying.
After she was able to speak coherently, she told Daan, “You know that we’ll have to take Jordan.”
“Oh, certainly, that was a given,” he replied, rubbing Kimberly’s back in sympathy.
“You told Taylor and Georgia to wait for us to break the news?”
“Absolutely. I told them to try to keep things normal till we arrive.”
“That’s good. You know, I’m sure, that toddlers have just about no concept of death.”
“Well, I do have that social work degree, after all. And the clinical psych one as well.”
“Oh, you braggart! All right, we need to pack. How long do we need to stay, you think?”
“I asked for a two-week leave but I’m guessing a week, maybe ten days. I’m really concerned about Taylor and Georgia, though. They’ll need lots of support, not only through the funeral, but maybe even more after that, when the third or fourth stages of grief set in. And we’ll be taking their grandchild away too. At least they have their daughter Carrie and her family.”
“Yes, I agree. The Cummings live in Richmond. My attending said that he knows a psychiatry prof at VCU in Richmond. Let me see how they’re doing and I’ll decide if a referral’s indicated.”
They continued to talk while they packed, and then they got on Daan’s laptop and read the news stories about the shootings. They learned that there were thirty-two fatalities and a lot of wounded victims. Kimberly recognized the name of the classroom building where Brian usually taught.
“Susan must have been in that building to meet him for some reason,” she told Daan.
“I’ll get Arie from daycare,” Daan told his wife. “I finished packing what I need and most of Arie’s stuff, but you’d better double check what I did.”
“All right. At least I have this charcoal-gray business suit to wear at the funeral and I know that it still fits. Your black suit—still fits?”
“Uh huh. I tried it on just before you came in. A bit snug in the chest but it’s okay. Guess my continuing my swimming and weight-training routines increased my pecs.”
“They sure did, stud; pictures of your chest should be on men’s magazine covers.”
“Very funny. Okay, let me get the kid. Jeez, soon we’ll have two, and both of the same age.”
Kimberly sighed, “Yeah ... wish I could be able to turn the clock back. That shooter kid—he really needed psych help and never got it. And then all the grief and suffering that resulted.”
“Yeah. Oh, we need to be at Logan at 5:45 a.m. tomorrow. Flight arrives at Blacksburg at 9:30.”
The meeting with the Cummings was tearful and intense. It was Tuesday, and Taylor had managed to get the authorities to release his son’s and daughter-in-law’s bodies; the need for a coroner’s inquest and autopsy had been waived for them. Taylor had engaged a funeral home and the funeral was set for the following Monday. The Cummings had decided to have the interment in Blacksburg and the funeral director was obtaining a plot.
“How’s Jordan doing?” Kimberly asked after their greeting.
“She’s fine,” Georgia answered. “She’s sort of used to us picking her up; we’ve done it a couple of times when the kids took off for a long weekend,” she sniffled. “So she didn’t ask about Mommy and Daddy. I guess she connected us being here with their being away. It’s eerie, already she seems to be aware of everything and she’s very perceptive. Misses nothing.”
“Arie’s like that too,” Kimberly commented. “Between when he began speaking at about twelve months and recently, his vocabulary grew like crazy. You know the ‘terrible twos’ when the kid learns the power of the word ‘no’? Well, Arie’s learned the power of the word ‘why?’”
Taylor chuckled. “That’s a lot like Jordan. Now this is a painful topic. I’m sure that you know that Georgia and I...”
Daan raised his hand to interrupt. “Say no more. It’s Jordan’s custody, right?” Taylor and Georgia nodded. “So Kim and I know that her mother and step-father wouldn’t be able to take Jordan in either. And Carrie’s in no position to take another kid, with both of them being in the Navy. You know I’m an MSW and know a bit about child custody issues; Kim and I would have no problem being named as guardians, even though Sue was Kim’s stepsister, she was her legal sister by adoption. The issue is that we’re from out of state. Did Brian and Sue have an attorney—and a will?”
“I did find an attorney’s phone number in a phone directory in their home yesterday,” Taylor said. “I called them and yes, the kids were their clients, so I got an emergency appointment for later today. I was hoping that you could come.”
Daan looked at Kimberly. “We need to split up, hun. Could you get Arie to daycare and I’ll go with Taylor?”
One of the calls Daan had made on Monday was to Jordan’s daycare facility; he had arranged for them to take Arie on a short-term basis. Kimberly left with Arie for the daycare facility; she figured that she’d casually re-introduce the cousins while she was there. The really intense scene with Jordan would come later.
“Can Carrie get emergency leave? And where are they deployed now?” Daan asked Taylor when they left for the attorney’s office.
“Sixth Fleet is in the Mediterranean but her unit’s at sea right now. They’ll arrange emergency ‘copter evac for her and a flight to the U.S. She can get here on Thursday or Friday; but Roger’s deployed too and the kids live at the fleet base in Naples. You know that Roger’s mom is the kids’ caregiver, according to the Navy’s Family Care Plan.”
“Yeah, I did know about that care arrangement and that’s how Kim and I figured that Jordan would have to go with us.”
Taylor and Daan were shown into a nicely appointed lawyer’s office; one wall was adorned with bookshelves containing the requisite law books, despite the fact that all of that material was now on-line in the LexusNexis databases. They introduced themselves.
“Good to meet you, Mr Gerbner,” Taylor said when they entered. “I’m Taylor Cummings, Brian’s father.”
“So sorry for your terrible losses, Dr Cummings; Brian’s biography shows you were a philosophy professor at Virginia. Who’s your companion?”
“Thanks; sorry for my manners slipping. Still flustered by events.”
“Understood.”
Daan spoke. “Taylor is doing amazingly well, considering the circumstances, Mr Gerbner. My name is Daan Janssen, and my wife Kimberly is ... um, was Susan’s sister.”
“I see...” he was taking notes. “Is that Daniel, then?”
“No, just Daan, with two ‘a’s. Like I pronounced it, it’s ‘Daahn’ rather than ‘Dehn.’ Yeah, the folks are Dutch and I was born six months after they became citizens. They gave me a typically Dutch name.”
“All right, then. I have the Cummings file here, so let’s begin...”
After leaving the attorney’s office, Daan felt real relief. Brian and Susan did indeed have a will, and it specified their wishes to name Kimberly and Daan as Jordan’s guardians. Daan now had a power of attorney allowing him and his wife to act in Jordan’s interests. The next step, made enormously simpler by the will, was to get Social Services and a judge to legally formalize the guardianship.
“Gerbner said I should contact Social Services for Montgomery County,” Daan said as they got into Taylor’s car. Excuse me while I call them.”
He made the call and then reported, “I’ve got an appointment at 9 tomorrow. They’ve brought in a bunch of people from the state and other counties to handle an expected flood of people resulting from the issues caused by this tragedy. Kimberly needs to come. If you want, you and Georgia can too.”
“If it’s not necessary, we’ll pass, Daan. We’ve got a second meeting with the funeral director and a pastor he recommended. Brian and Sue weren’t members of a church; Georgia and I are Unitarian, so that’ll be the pastor.”
“Okay. Myself, like my mom and dad, we’re totally secular, like most Dutch in the Netherlands. But where they live, in Holland, Michigan, the Dutch Reformed Church is big because the area was settled by Protestants—Calvinist separatists back around the Civil War. Dad’s a marine engineer, retired now; he got a job in the U.S. when a big yacht company got started in Holland in the 1970s. They had an exciting job for him there so that’s when they moved here from Europe.”
“Where’s Kimberly’s family from?” Taylor asked. “The Arno name is a bit unusual and I never spoke to Susan much about her step-mom’s past.”
“Scandinavia. Norway or Sweden. Probably Norway. Her ancestral family is actually tied in with the Dutch, amazingly to me. The family legend says that the family was involved with the Dutch, who had an extensive lumber trade in Scandinavia in the 1600s and a lot of Norwegians and some Swedes, who were working in the lumber trade, wound up in Amsterdam. Those expats were generally sailing experts, so many were hired to sail with the Dutch to the New World—the Dutch employed them a lot for their sailing expertise. So Kim’s ancestors wound up in New Amsterdam and, during the next couple hundred years, the families gradually migrated west and settled in the upper Midwest. She has lots of close and distant relatives in the Chicago area, and when her dad passed away when she was about six, her mom Abby married Spenser Nilsen, Susan’s father. Notice the Scandinavian name there too. Because of the extensive Arno family ties, Abby kept her late husband’s name for herself and Kimberly, so that’s why Susan’s name was different.”
“Huh. Never knew that. My family and Georgia’s has generic American roots going almost back to the Revolution. My ancestors were most likely Scottish—one old family Bible entry implies that, and I think that Georgia’s were English. Don’t know exactly when our forebears came to America, though my old Bibles have births listed in America as early as 1802 to 1808. Okay, we’re at the Cummings house now and I see your rental car, so Georgia and Kim are here too. The terribly sad job we have to do is to sort through stuff, decide what to donate, dispose, or keep, possibly keep some things for Jordan, and arrange for an estate sale.”
That occupied them for the rest of the afternoon and then Georgia and Kimberly went to get the kids. When they returned, the two kids were chattering together, their initial shyness and wariness mostly gone.
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