Chapter 1

Yes I know, who the hell would call their daughter Areola? Well my parents did, what they were thinking I will never know. When I asked my mother why, she just said that her and daddy liked the name.

Of course I never realised the problem with me being called Areola until I reached puberty but by then it was too late, all my peers were sniggering at my name, some of the boys even started calling me things like ‘tit toppers’ and just plain ‘tit’ or ‘nipple’.

I also started noticing the looks that adults were giving me when I told them my name.

But I’m not the only one in our family that has a problem with her name, I have a sister 10 months younger than me and our parents called her Beaver.

Once both my sister and I realised the embarrassment that our names were giving us we decided that we’d try to get everyone to call us just A and B, and it’s working.

Nineteen years ago I’m sure that our parents were totally high on drugs, that’s the only explanation that B and I can think of why they’d give us such stupid and embarrassing names.

Both B and I are now 18 and 19 and we are both going to college, the same business course, same year. Life isn’t too embarrassing there because we introduced ourselves as A and B and that’s what we are known as to the other students. Of course the teachers know our proper names and we’ve had a few ‘knowing’ looks and a few comments from the male teachers but, so far, none have tried to come on to us.

I don’t know if it’s because of the names that our parents gave us, the way we were brought up, or what, but both B and I can’t stop thinking about sex, or more specifically, our bodies and how we like people seeing them them.

B and I may have a nearly a year between our ages but we act like we are twins, we look very much alike, and that includes the shape of our bodies, have the same likes in dress, think very much the same and have the same sense of humour; and we’re in on the same course at college. Oh, I mentioned that already. We were in the same classes each year at school too, something to do with when our birthdays are and when the school year age cut-off is.

Some people feel cold all the time and some, like B and I, feel hot all the time. We use that as an excuse to wear as little as possible and clothes that have the potential to show that we usually don’t wear anything beneath our dresses or tops and skirts. I suppose that you could call us exhibitionists although it’s usually a case of egging-on the other to show as much as we dare.

We probably get our dress ideas from our late mother (she passed 2 years ago). She, and daddy, were born-again hippies 20 years ago and mummy always wore long dresses that were made of thin cotton. They were the button-up type and she never fastened the buttons below the tops of her thighs or above her tiny breasts. As a consequence B and I discovered that she never wore underwear and didn’t have any pubic hair. We later found out that she’d had all her pubic hair permanently removed.

The dresses and skirts that B and I have are nearly all minis or micro-minis. We have a couple of long skirts and dresses that we wear for formal type occasions but that’s all.

Like our mother, both B and I have tiny breasts, maybe not even an AA, with small areolas and big nipples which are rock hard most of the time. Also like our mother, we never wear bras as we don’t need them for support. B and I only own a couple of bralettes that the cups are made of see-through mesh and a couple of thong, string bikinis. We got those through our weekend job that I’ll tell you about later.

At school we were constantly being told by the female teachers that we should really wear bras, one telling us that our pokey nipples were a distraction to the male teachers. Needless to say that we never started wearing bras and we both had a good giggle after that comment.

Daddy is great. He’s a plumber with his own business and his hours of work are quite variable dependent on how good business is. He never complains about how we dress, or not, and he’s often seen both B and I totally naked around the house and garden and he doesn’t complain when we masturbate in front of him. A few times he’s told us that we remind him of our mother and he’s told us stories of when she would run around naked, even entering competitions where she ended up naked and masturbating. Both B and I are looking forward to being in competitions like that.

We have one brother, Zack, he’s a year older than us and he too has seen B and I naked dozens, no, hundreds of times. And he’s watched us masturbating. We haven’t seen him masturbating but we’re both hoping that we will soon and we’ve spent some time working on a plan to make that happen.

He keeps telling us that he’ll invite some of his friends round when we’re naked and we always call his bluff by telling him to go ahead and do so, but he hasn’t yet.

All 3 of us kids were brought up to pull our weight when it comes to doing the household chores and we have a system that means nothing is a big deal for any of us which is a good job with daddy sometimes working a lot of hours.

One difference between B and I is that I’m better at writing stories and I’m writing this as a result of B daring me to write this and post it on a couple of web sites (Storiesonline and ASSTR) that we both read stories on. I guess that because you’re reading this I’ve written all of part 1 and posted it.

I guess that our parents open attitude to nudity and clothes has something to do with the way we are. Both mum and dad used to walk around the house naked when we were little and they let us do the same.

Camping was mum and dad’s choice for holidays, and it was camping out in the wild, none of these organised sites, Usually we were the only people camping in a farmer’s field and, assuming that the weather was good, all 5 of us could be seen around the field as naked as the day we were born.

We have 3 tents, a big one that mum and dad used to sleep in and we’d use the front awning for cooking and eating if it was raining, a small tent that Zack uses, and a slightly bigger one that B and I share. We have sleeping bags with zips all around and B and I always zip them together and share it, naked, just like at home.

Oh, I haven’t told you about the bedrooms at home, 3 of them, a big one with it’s own en-suite shower room, a little one that Zack has, and a medium sized one that B and I share. It has 2 single beds but we usually sleep in just one of them and use the other one for spreading our stuff on. B and I have been sleeping together for years. Okay, we’ve experimented like most girls do but we’re not lesbians, we lust after boys and their hard cocks just like most girls do. I’ll tell you a bit about our sex lives later.

To us nudity was natural. Even when B and I reached puberty being naked at home and outdoors was nothing special, there was nothing sexual about it. Even when we went camping after mum died and B and I were the only naked females it was no big deal for dad or us girls.

When we were little kids we used to play outside in the back garden, and sometimes the front garden as well, totally naked. The neighbours got used to us having nothing on and never complained. We do still play in the garden naked, although the games are a little different. With our very small tits and bald pussies I often wonder if some of the neighbours still think that we are little girls.

Zack however, was / is slightly different, he started wearing shorts all the time when he reached puberty and he admitted that him getting boners all the time was embarrassing for him. B and I told him that getting a boner was natural and that he shouldn’t be embarrassed about it, but he was, still is. We even told him that we liked looking at his boner but he still puts the shorts on.

Thinking back, I don’t think that B and I have seen Zack naked for well over a year now.

When camping, Daddy always confined our nudity to the camping field and the surrounding area which sometimes included the beach, but this last year, just after my nineteenth birthday, we got quite a surprise when we woke up one morning to find 3 little tents across the other side of the field. We got up and, as usual, didn’t put any clothes on, and started getting breakfast ready, but when daddy and Zack got up they both put some shorts on.

A couple of hours later when B and I were throwing a frisbee to each other in the middle of the field, we heard tent zips opening and out climbed 6 young men. When they turned and saw us they just stopped and stared.

Eventually, one of them called us over and we started chatting, B and I not even thinking about us being naked. It was only when 1 of them asked why we were naked that we remembered, but we didn’t try to hide anything. Instead we just told them about our parents lifestyle and that to us being naked was just natural.

By that time we were all sat down on the grass and the guys were putting a kettle on a little gas burner. Both B and I were sitting crossed-legged, leaving our knees spread wide. I never even thought about my pussy being spread wide and on display for the guys.

Anyway, we talked for a while before daddy shouted for B and I to tell us that we were going to the local village to get some supplies. As we walked back to our tents B asked me if I realised that my wet pussy was spread and on display for the guys.

I guess that most girls would have been mortified and horribly embarrassed when told that, but I just smiled and told B that I hoped that they enjoyed what they saw.

B agreed and added that her pussy was all wet and tingly too. I realised that my pussy was tingling too.

B and I put a skirt and top on and climbed into the car behind daddy and Zack. As we started moving I waved to guys and said that I hoped that they’d still be there when we got back.

They weren’t, but their tents were. We didn’t see them until the next morning when they told us that they’d gone for a walk to the top of a nearby big hill then stopped at a nearby pub. Also, that they were moving on after they’d had some breakfast.

Both B and I were disappointed at loosing our admirers but that’s life.

One thing that I haven’t told you so far is that B and I play a never ending game of dare, where we take it in turns to dare the other to wear something outrageous or not wear something that most people would expect us to wear, and that includes at home, although we have yet to dare the other to go out into the street totally naked. We both know that that could get us into trouble with the authorities. The dares also include touching ourselves in public or flashing our pussies or little tits. That’s fun and we usually end up masturbating to an orgasm in some place that we shouldn’t really do it.

Over the years the dares have got bolder and both of us have ended up naked in places that not may girls have ever been naked.

We’ve also got very close to being caught quite a few times but, after the initial fear which always makes us more horny, we always have a good laugh and can’t wait to see what our next dare will be.

We’ve also got into the habit of flashing each other’s goodies in public by pulling her clothes up or down to reveal what the people around us aren’t expecting to see. This includes pulling the ties on our string bikinis so that they fall off when we are at the swimming pool or at the coast. A few times daddy has told us to stop messing around when one of us has lost a bikini bottoms or our top and I’ve heard him apologise to a few people for our behaviour.

Of course, B and I never tie the strings in double knots, just simple bows, in the hope that the other one of us will strip us.

Earlier I mentioned bralettes and our jobs. Well, for the past couple of years we have both had this part-time job working in a fashion shop. It’s a franchise of a big chain that caters for older teenage girls and young women, but the owner, Eve, has the right to stock lines from wherever she wants and she specialises in underwear and bikinis, something that the chain has very little of. We work weekends and to cover for holidays, if we are available.

Eve is great, she has this policy for the staff, 4 full-time girls and B and I, that we have to wear the shops clothes for work. We choose 1 outfit, the full-time girls 3 outfits, each month and we are expected to wear them all the time that we are working.

We’ve always known that Eve is quite open-minded because she never gets upset if a girl comes out of the changing rooms to get a different size of something, wearing just her underwear, or even less, so a few months ago I dared B to choose a bra and knickers set for her to work in...

B’s response was to ask if Eve if she would allow that and I was pleased to hear that she had no problem with it just so long as it was a shop set.

B was happy and she chose a silky, tie side pair of knickers and a matching string, soft, silky bralette that shows the nipple bulges quite nicely. That was the first time that she’d ever worn a bra. When she put them on and went to check with Eve that it was okay to work in those, Eve’s only response was that it would draw more husbands and boyfriends in, and that would be good for sales.

B was happy, I was happy, and Eve was happy. Then B gave me the same dare.

I chose a set from the ‘strings only’ range and made B a little jealous. When I showed Eve she grinned and asked me if I really wanted to spend the whole day with my little tits and pussy on display in front of all the customers.

When I said that I did, she told me that I might just get a bonus in my pay packet if sales go up the way she was expecting them to.

That was a few months ago and both B and I now work in just ‘strings only’ bralettes and thongs or ‘strings only’ swimwear; and our pay packets have got bigger.

Of course, the shop always did get husbands and boyfriends coming in with the girls, and trying to peek into the changing rooms, but the numbers of men coming in has increased quite a lot and it’s not the changing rooms entrance that they hang around any more. I’ve heard a few boyfriends being told-off for following B or I around the shop.

One side effect of this is that both B and I go home each working day feeling quite horny and we often tell daddy and Zack that we’ve had a busy day and are worn out so we are off to bed, but we rarely get more sleep, usually less as 69 has become one of our favourite numbers.

Another game that we play all the time is Statues. At absolutely anytime one of us can say “freeze” and the other one has to just freeze until the word “unfreeze” is said. Needless to say that we usually say it when the other is partially or totally naked and in a pose and place that most girls would find totally embarrassing but we find exciting.

In a rare quiet moment at work once, B said “freeze” one time and I was stood there, legs slightly spread and wearing just a ‘strings only’ bikini. Eve saw me and asked what was going on. When B explained things to her Eve told me to go and change a skirt on one of the mannequins in the window.

When B said “unfreeze” again, off I went. What I didn’t know was that after I had walked away, Eve told B to wait until I was in the window then say “freeze” again. I was squat down with my knees wide, facing the outside when B said “freeze.”