Last autumn Jon got a phone call from the police about his sister and her family. I’d never met them because Jon didn’t have much contact with them because his brother-in-law didn’t approve of our lifestyle and stopped Jon’s sister from contacting him. They lived about 100 miles away from us. Anyway, the family (mother, father, 16 year old boy and Kelly who was 14) had been on holiday in Asia. They had been on a small ferry when a bad storm had turned the ferry over and most of the people had drowned. Kelly was the only family survivor. As Jon was the only family that Kelly knew about she had given the local police his name and the English police had traced him. Neither Jon nor I can recall the disaster being in the UK news.

Jon dropped everything and flew out there. About a week later Jon and Kelly arrived back at our home. The poor girl (understandably) was devastated. Jon had phoned me on the way from the airport and warned me that they were on the way so that I could put a dress on. I wasn’t keen on the idea, but under the circumstances, I was happy to oblige.

For the first couple of weeks Kelly spent most of the time in her bedroom crying, or in our bed, seeking comfort (not physical). She’d been wearing one of Jon’s T-shirts as a nightie, but didn’t seem worried that we both slept naked.

It took a couple of weeks for Kelly to start to settle into her new home, then came the trauma of having to go back to her old home to collect her belongings. All 3 of us went and it wasn’t long before Kelly was in tears again. Jon took care of everything else, only involving Kelly when absolutely necessary. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to have a nice bit of money when she gets older.

About a week or so later Jon decided that it was time for Kelly to go back to school. He enrolled her in the local girl’s (only) private school. He picked that school for a number of reasons, one of which is that the girls have to wear skirts. Trousers are not allowed.

We had to get Kelly used to us being naked at home so we started going down for breakfast naked and then not getting dressed until later and later each morning. Kelly was a little surprised the first time she saw Jon naked. She told me that she’d felt his naked body against her when she’d come into our bed when she missed her family the most and cuddled up to us; but seeing him naked was different. She’d never seen naked adults before.

As I mentioned earlier, Kelly is only 14 and there is no way that either Jon or myself are going to force, or persuade her to do anything to do with nudity or sex. Nothing will happen unless she really wants it to happen. Having said that, she does have a large curiosity in those areas, and isn’t afraid or embarrassed to talk about anything.

It didn’t take her long to approach the subject of the lack of female underwear in the house. I told her that I never wear underwear and the conversation moved on to my short skirts and men being able to see up them to my naked pussy. She seemed ‘interested’ when I explained that I love to have men look at my naked body. She said that no one would want to look at her body, so I spent the next 10 minutes convincing her that she has a beautiful body that she should not be ashamed of it and should be proud of it. When Jon got home from work I told him about our conversation and he too spent some time convincing her that she is beautiful.

For the record, Kelly is 5 foot nothing with a 34A-21-33 figure and long, light brown hair.

Kelly must have listened to what we told her about her beauty because a week or so after that day both Jon and me noticed that she started taking more pride in her appearance, and she stopped always trying to hide any bit of flesh that got exposed. She also bought some make-up the next time we went into town.

About a week later she started walking to and from the bathroom naked, and didn’t seem at all phased when she met Jon (also naked) on the landing. I remember hearing Jon commenting on her hairy pubes. A few days after that she asked me to get her a razor and the pubic hair disappeared soon after.

By that time I was back to spending just about all my time at home naked, and after Kelly came downstairs to watch some television naked one evening, Jon went back to being naked most of the time as well.

I remember the first time that Jon got a hard-on when Kelly was on the sofa watching television. She pretended not to be looking at him, but I could see her eyes keep changing direction. Her little nipples went all hard as well.

Life went on relatively normal for the next couple of months. Well, as normal can be for Jon and me when we’ve got a 14 year old living with us. We’ve had to curtail quite a number of activities that used to take place all over the house (use your imagination). Kelly settled in at her new school and started making new friends. Naturally, she still has ‘bad’ days, but in general she’s just about come to terms with what happened.

After Kelly had been with us about 4 or 5 weeks Bridie came to see us. I’d told Bridie about Kelly over the phone one day so she wasn’t surprised to see her there. It was before Kelly was used to seeing us, and being naked at home so Bridie kept her dress on. Bridie stayed the night and the next morning Kelly had seen her coming out of our room. She asked me where Bridie has slept and I’d told her that she’d spent the night with Jon and me. “Oh!” was all she’d said.

Kelly has quite a few new school friends and has been on a couple of sleepovers. Jon and I had been talking about having a Toga for quite a while and we got the opportunity when Kelly got invited to a sleepover on New Years Eve. The arrangements for the party were a bit rushed, but ended up quite well. I’ve told a friend in California all about it, but I haven’t written anything for my web site – yet.

The few days over Christmas were a bad time for Kelly, but we made sure that she didn’t have much time on her own, and we really spoilt her with presents.

Over the next 2 or 3 months Kelly continued settling quite well, and has (accidentally) called Jon ‘dad’ a couple of times. Her being naked around the house happens more often now (she’s also given Jon his T-shirts back), although, like most teenagers, she’s lazy, and can’t be bothered to get changed unless she’s going out or experimenting with clothes and make-up. I wish that I’d had as many clothes when I was her age.

She caught us having sex one evening. We were watching television and thought that she was asleep in bed. Jon had a hard-on and I was going up and down on his lap when the door opened and Kelly walked in. I stopped moving, but Kelly said, “I know what you’re doing, don’t stop, I don’t mind.” Kelly sat opposite us and after a few seconds of me not getting on with relieving Jon, she said, “Go on then!” I looked at Jon who nodded, so I started again. Kelly watched me have an orgasm as Jon shot his load in to me. “Cool!” was all Kelly said as she stood up and went to bed.

The next night we had a good talk with her about sex, what she knew (a lot), what she’d done (heavy petting and been groped (tits and pussy) by some adolescent boy, and masturbated to orgasm a few times), and what she wanted to do. She said that she was getting randy more and more and needed to do something about it. I asked her if she wanted to have full sex with a man or a woman. She told us that she wanted to try ‘everything’. Jon explained that she was experiencing what just about every teenage girl does, and that she should not rush things. Everything would happen when ‘the time was right’. Jon also got her to promise to be open about everything, to discuss her feelings with us.

I wish that my parents had been so open and helpful.

Apart from the night of the Toga party, the punishment room had been locked since Kelly arrived. Kelly had asked about it and Jon had told her that it was all to do with his job (which she seemed to accept). Shortly after our discussion about sex, Jon decided that it was time that Kelly knew all about what was in that room. One Saturday morning, before we had got dressed, Jon explained to Kelly what was in the punishment room and asked her if she wanted to look in there. She’d looked fascinated as we explained what the equipment did for us, and truly amazed when we went in there. Jon explained how everything worked as Kelly stood here with her mouth wide open. Her rock hard little nipples told me that she was excited. Jon told her to let us know if she wanted to see any of the equipment in action, or even try-out any of it. Before she had a chance to answer, Jon ushered us out of the room and locked it.

At the end of February I caught some sort of flu type bug and Jon sent me to the villa in Spain for a week in the sun to help my recovery. I was real proud of Kelly because she managed to look after herself and Jon quite well.

As the weather started improving slightly, Kelly started going to school without a coat and her skirts started getting shorter (rolled at the top). She told me that a lot of the girls at school are having a competition to see who can wear their skirt the shortest without getting into trouble. She told me that some of the girls have stopped wearing knickers and that she was thinking of doing the same. I asked her if she was going to and she said that she might. I left it at that.

One day Kelly started getting a bit cheeky with Jon. He just absorbed it for quite a while, but for some reason (teenagers) she kept pushing him. In the end Jon warned her that if she didn’t start being reasonable he would spank her. I don’t know where her mood came from, but she just kept going. Finally Jon lost his patience and pulled her over his lap. Five good slaps on her bare bottom soon brought her back to reality. Amid the tears she apologised to Jon, and within an hour she was back to normal.

Later, when just she and I were in the kitchen, she apologised to me as well. I asked her what she felt when she was getting spanked. She told me that she’d learnt her lesson, but shortly afterwards she’d realised that she was a little excited. It seemed the ideal time to talk a bit more about what the punishment room was for, and that I ‘get off’ on pain like being spanked. Kelly told me that she’d thought a lot about what she’d seen and heard during her brief visit to the punishment room, but she was still undecided if she wanted to try-out any of the machines. I reminded her that it was entirely up to her. Jon and I would not put any pressure on her and that we both still respected and loved her, whatever and whenever she decided.

Easter in Spain A couple of weeks before Easter, Jon decided that it would be a good idea for the 3 of us to go to the villa in Spain for Easter. Kelly’s first reaction was to tell us that she didn’t have any suitable clothes so it was may job to take her shopping. Jon’s only request was that Kelly remember that he weather would be hot. The next weekend Kelly and I hit the shops. Okay, I made a few suggestions as to what looked good on her, but Kelly chose all the clothes that we bought. We had a bit of fun in the shops that had curtains for doors to the changing cubicles. I kept forgetting to close the curtain properly. The first few times Kelly either asked me to close it, or closed it herself, but it didn’t take long for her ‘not to care’ and just half closed the curtains.

In one shop she told me that there was a man watching us. I asked her if she was worried by it and she said, “No,” and just took the little summer dress that she was wearing, off. She was wearing a bra and pants at the time.

The man was still watching as she tried on the next dress. That one looked silly with a bra and, un-prompted; she took the dress off, then her bra, and then put the dress back on. I asked her if she realised that the man would have seen her breasts. She said, “Yes, so what? I’m sure that he’s seen breasts before. Do you think that he enjoyed looking at mine?” “I’m sure he did.” I replied, “Did you get any pleasure knowing that he saw you topless?” Kelly said, “If you mean did I get a tingling in my pussy and did it get wet, then yes, I did.”

The conversation changed subject and we continued shopping.

When we got home and Jon saw all the bags he told Kelly, I hope I’m going to get a fashion parade to show me where all my money has gone.”

After tea, Kelly disappeared then reappeared a bit later in one of her new skirts and tops. In the next hour or so, Kelly modelled all her new clothes and Jon said that it was money well spent.

While Kelly was in her bedroom changing out of the last outfit, Jon told me that he was pleased that there were only skirts and tops and dresses; and that the skirts were all a decent length. Jon’s version of ‘decent’ is short, very short.