Chapter 2

“Get naked? Oh sure, let me just strip right here,” Olivia’s sarcasm was so subtle I almost didn’t realize she was pretended to remove her sweater and mocking us for insisting she obey and respect our house rules. She saw me watching expectantly as she grabbed the hem of her tight-knit sweater and lifted it as if she was going to reveal her delicious sweater-meat to us.

“Then you have to go,” Billy grabbed one of the wooden paddles we keep handy to discipline the girls in the living room.

“What are you going to do with that? Spank me?” Olivia scoffed and told him that he would be eating that paddle before hitting her on her bottom with it. Olivia did have a very sexy body, and I wanted to see her naked. I also didn’t want to break my father’s rules because I knew we would ALL get in trouble – not just the girls. We never had people over that my Dad didn’t know personally, and they always respected the rules when they were here.

My brother didn’t say exactly what he would do with the paddle because we heard my father’s truck pull into the driveway. A sudden look of panic spread across all of our faces. Even Olivia looked nervous.

“I’ll just slip out the back,” Olivia offered. She was trying to be helpful, but there was no way she could sneak out the window or the backdoor without my father noticing.

“Olivia, please? This means a lot to me. Daddy is going to be pissed when he finds you here. He won’t let me be the tree! He already had his doubts I could handle it. Just strip real fast, and then you can say you came by to wish me luck and leave,” Joy said. Joy is quick-witted when it comes to thinking up lies and schemes like that.

“You guys better not take any pictures,” Olivia sucked in her breath and reached down for the hem of her sweater. This time it was for real, and she pulled the top over her head to remove it. I was so ready to see her fun globes come popping out! I wasn’t expecting to see a bra. No women in my family ever wear them. It looked very restrictive and not sexy at all. I groaned when I saw it.

“Hurry! Dad is probably making mom strip in the garage, and I assure you she is a lot faster than you!” Billy reminded her.

Teddy pointed out that Mom also didn’t wear as many clothes.

Olivia hurried to shimmy out of her denim blue-jeans next after kicking off her shoes. They were tight. I loved watching her lithe teenage body emerge from those those tight jeans. Olivia’s skin is light brown like vanilla coffee. She seemed so exotic compared to my sister’s milk-white skin.

I wasn’t expecting her to be wearing panties either. It wasn’t something we permitted around the house. Olivia’s panties were made of white cotton and not particularly revealing or see-thru. They were almost like the underwear that boys wear, except they had lace trim around the edges. I have to admit they did look strangely erotic on her.

She unsnapped her bra in the back. I didn’t realize that bras snap in the back. It didn’t seem very efficient to me. She tried not to look at us as she dropped her shoulder and slid it off. She used her arms to cover her big boobs with her arms, but she eventually let them drop to slide off her panties.

The most shocking thing about Olivia was that she had a full, thick bush of curly black hair around her cunt. I am so used to seeing bald pussies around the house that I immediately got hard looking at the natural hairs rising up from Olivia’s cunt. I could barely see her pussy lips through the wisps of hair. There was something mysterious about it – old school like the 1980s.

Olivia finished kicking off her clothes just as my father opened the door to the garage. He was leading my mother by a leash on all fours into the house. She must have done something to piss him off while they were out shopping because she is usually permitted to walk on two legs.

My Dad is a burly man with a beard. He stands about 6’3, but he seems so much larger than life that I think he is taller. He has a lot of tattoos and dresses in heavy flannel during the winter. He reminds me of a bear in man form.

My mom, on the other hand, is shorter than Holly and Joy. She is just under 5 feet tall, but she has a smoking hot body. She is covered in tattoos and piercings and once modeled for a website called “Suicide Dolls.” She has just a shock of red hair on the top of her head and has a face like a Cupie Doll. She has chubby cheeks on her face and oversized lips (injections).

My mom is submissive, but she is also very outspoken and boisterous when she is given permission to talk freely. Right now was not one of those times. She was expected to bark and playfully act like a puppy while she is on the leash. It’s one of my favorite things about my mom – no matter how silly or degrading the order, she’ll embrace it fully. She was sniffing the ground and acting like a playful puppy wiggling her ass behind my father. We heard his heavy boots as he walked her into the living room.

I heard him shout that there was Christmas presents and decorations in the truck. “Holly, get your ass out here and unload this truck,” he said as he picked up her bell and rang it to summon her to the living room. He hadn’t yet noticed my little sister was already on her hands and knees in the living room. His attention was focused on the strange, naked girl standing in his living room.

“Who the fuck is this?” Dad looked angry. He directed his question at the boys but specifically at Billy because he was the oldest.

“Olivia,” Billy replied, adding, “She just came to drop off Joy’s homework.”

Dad regarded Olivia and raised his eyebrow as if assessing her for the first time. “Who invited you here?” he asked her.

“Uh, nobody” Olivia seemed unimpressed by my father’s rigid attitude. She was smirking as if she was amused by his intensity.

“You just got naked at the door to bring my daughter homework?” Dad asked skeptically. He was used to detecting bullshit, and I could tell he sensed some was being piled high.

“Well, that’s the rule, isn’t it? girls naked at the door?” Olivia raised her arms up and gave everyone a good look at her body. I was shocked that she even had hair under her arms. I had no idea girls could even grow hair under their arms. I’d never seen that before. It seemed kind of hot. I wondered if she had hair in the crack of her ass as well.

“You didn’t think it was strange they asked you to get naked?” Dad narrowed his eyes at Olivia as if he were testing her.

“Yeah, it’s strange, but one of your Daughters is a tree, one of your daughter’s is a toothbrush holder, and I am assuming that your wife is a dog? So, when in Rome!” Olivia made a goofy expression to suggest she would do it as well.

My Dad didn’t fully buy Olivia’s story. He apologized to her for sounding harsh and said that there are many people who would not understand that they are a clothing-optional household.

“Well, for me, I guess clothing wasn’t an option,” Olivia offered a little joke in response.

My Dad is quick to anger, but he is also quick to laugh. He smiled at her and said that the option is to keep her clothes on and not come inside. “It’s all about consent, Olivia. If my boys told you otherwise, I want to know about it. No one in my house is going to lay one finger on you without your consent. I fully expect you to understand that goes both ways. You don’t lay a finger on anyone in this house without THEIR consent,” he said.

Olivia seemed confused. I could tell because I’ve seen that look from vanilla people before. “Well, they said that you would punish them if they break the rules. Do your kids get to consent to that?”

“Olivia, I’d love to stand here and look at those amazing tits of yours and discuss the fine-grain distinctions between consent and consequences with you. However, I’ve been out walking around God-Damned Home Depot for six hours to get Christmas presents for the girls, and I’d like my cock sucked. If you are here to drop off my daughter’s homework, you already know she won’t be back to school until the New Year starts. I’d be happy to have you at our Holiday Party and continue this little conversation, but I’d politely like to ask you to put your clothes back on and carry on your merry way so I can get my dick waxed properly,” my Dad said as gingerly as he could.

Olivia grinned and said she might just want to attend our holiday party after all. Dad told her when it would be and said that she’d have to understand that the rules of consent do apply, but there are also consequences to choices people make. “If you come here as a party slut then you’ll be washing dicks and taking coats at the front door or serving as a “Whore-Derve” tray. (My Dad pronounces it that way for obvious reasons). If you fuck up while you are serving in those modes, then you will be punished appropriately. Those are the consequences you accept. If you come here as a guest, you will be given more latitude and freedom to mingle and talk, but you can still be punished or asked to leave as a guest. Everyone has a role to play. I punish my boys differently than I punish my girls. Do you have a problem with that?” he asked.

“No, Sir,” Olivia thought to call him Sir even though it wasn’t necessary. Dad typically dislikes being called Master or Sir. He didn’t seem to mind when Olivia did it because it was coming from a place of respect, and she didn’t know about his preferences.

“Well, then we’ll get along just fine, Olivia. You are welcome at my house anytime as long as you obey the rules and respect my property,” he smiled. My Dad clearly meant the girls were his property.

Olivia politely left, and we all laughed. We assumed that was the last we would see of her!

My Dad pointed to his crotch and Holly climbed over to him and unzipped his pants with her teeth. She took his cock out with her mouth and began giving him his cock a loving tongue washing right there in the living room.

The next day at school, I was shocked when Olivia pounced on me in the hallways between classes. She had a lot of questions, and she was talking so fast that I couldn’t answer one before she asked another.

“I guess you’d have to try it to find out,” I finally got a word in edgewise. The hallway was crowded with kids walking to class. It was so noisy that no one overheard our conversation.

“Try what? Be a sex toy and cum sponge?” Olivia seemed furious that I would dare to even suggest such a thing to her. It seemed to me she was curious for a reason, and that had to be a sudden new fascination with how we live. Dad had warned me that some people would be jealous of how we lived if they found out.

“Yeah, I mean,” I explained, “Why ask all these questions if you aren’t curious about doing it yourself?”

Olivia stared at me blankly for a moment, thinking about the reasons behind her questions into how we live and what we do at my house for the first time. “It was so freaky watching your Sister be a Christmas tree. Then when Holly and mom crawled around the room with their legs spread. They didn’t try to hide anything!”

I didn’t want to explain they weren’t allowed to hide anything. I am allowed to kick my sisters if I can’t see the flaps of her pussy lips and the pink of her tight asshole while crawling on the floor. They don’t really mind because they know that is part of their obligation around the house, and sometimes they forget and close their legs. It’s almost the same as warning someone that their fly is down when they are wearing pants.

“Look, the only way you would ever understand how it is at our house is to do it. I can’t explain it to you in the hallway in five minutes. If you want to be a party favor at our Christmas Party this year, that would be cool,” I was blowing her off. I didn’t think Olivia would go for that, but it would be fun to see her naked again.

I loved how exotic Olivia’s body looked when she was naked. The women in my family have milk-white skin and light pink, strawberry nipples that are very smooth and delicate. Olivia had big fat dark coffee-colored nipples that looked tough like thick leather. I wanted to chew on them.