Summer 2092

Summer at the Power House was like a dream. You spent all day making the people around you happy in any way you could think of. Twenty four hour nudity and the unlimited availability of multiple, smoking hot, women for any imaginable activity was at once completely overwhelming, inspiring and relaxing. Alex hadn’t seen Lisa since New Year so she was keen to spend time with him. But he hadn’t seen Molly since spring either so she was all over him from the moment they arrived and of course that never changed. You didn’t passively sit or stand with Molly, even against her. You held her or you held her and made love to her. There was no real line between those two either. No matter how gently or impassively you held her she might start moving under your hands and moving her body across yours at any time. Often just a wriggle or a turn that told you whether she wanted to talk, play or fuck, before anything was said. When her body was in your hands at every opportunity you learned quickly. Making love to Rose of course was perpetual. Alex wouldn’t have had it any other way but they were all family and shared love in every way they could. Many hours were spent talking about anything and everything. They talked about the past. How Rose and Jack had grown up here and in Chareen. About their wild antics and how popular Jack was with all the girls at school. How Lisa had gobbled him up when she had the chance. Lisa and Rose talked about exhibitionism of course. Lisa was into it and Rose was neutral. Like her mother she was happy to be watched by as many people as wanted to but it didn’t add to the experience in the way it did for Lisa. She talked about walking into the store in Reghampton, the town they’d visited where everyone was nudist by law.

“It was so strange, checking out what cereals they had and what rug styling was in this month at the same time.”

“Did all the women style their pussies then?”

Rose asked.

“Oh yes. You know how ladies will get very creative when they have little else to compete on but how fancy their pubes are. My little heart was considered middling to ordinary and a little old fashioned. Which was good because no one likes an out of town show off. I got a few comments like,

‘Oh, is that the fashion among the youngsters in your part of the world. Where did you say you were from again?’”

“I love the idea of a town of nudists who’s only mental image of Chareen is a place where the girls have hearts trimmed into their pussy hair,”

Rose said. She loved Chareen and always wanted it to be thought well of.

In the first few days Alex and Lisa fucked a lot. Always where everyone could watch because Lisa loved that. She would put her legs up in a V and say,

“Alex. If you’ve got a minute would you mind fucking me. Forty minutes later they’d be collapsed in a sweaty pile laughing and leaking the finest well churned fuck cream.”

Lisa got told off by Aunt Marissa for humping in his lap at the lunch table.

“But Aunty he’s so cute and I’m so horny,”

she said throwing her head back and arching her back to look pleading, up side down, over at Aunt M.

“Oh go on then darling, we’re all family. You’ll both miss out on dessert though. You can’t expect anyone to feed you when you’re fucking someone else.”

Jack of course dumped their portions of the trifle on their heads so they got plenty eventually. He and Rose weren’t much better. They spent hours ‘catching up’. Smooching, rubbing on one another and painting her body with his cum. Then Piss chasing around the garden for old time’s sake. Sometimes Alex and Lisa joined in and they’d all end up soaked in pee, smeared with mud and grass and paralysed with laughter. Usually in a disarranged awkward cluster fuck on the lawn and always in a slippery joint shower in the wet room after. No one was exclusive and every coupling happened sooner or later. Alex grew to love Molly, Marissa and Lisa deeply. To understand their bodies, their desires, their rhythms and their different ways of thinking and of seeing the world. Sloppy kissing, sucking and leaking with Molly in the hanging chair was glorious. Banging Lisa in front of everyone in ways that showed off their penetration was always fun and made her so wet and excited but cleaning her gently in the shower was his favourite. Having penetrative sex with Marissa meant full concentration and focus. You were learning from an expert playing on a higher plain. Feeling her cum, sustained and wet and bodily as only she could was a reward like no other. It said he wasn’t just acceptable. He was excellent. Alex was utterly comfortable in every form of intercourse with each of them and enjoyed watching them with Dan, Matt and Jack. Jack’s mindset was more difficult to understand than Dan’s. They were closer in age but their life experience was so utterly different. They found their friendship though in their love for their ladies and laughing at the absurdity of the world. Dan was so practical and grounded he could have been a Harring man in many ways if it wasn’t for his openness and passion. They had long conversations about fucking, about Molly’s pussy and the best way to play with Rose’s clit with no hint of embarrassment or jealousy. Matt was like the grandfather he’d never known and the good inversion of the truly wicked Uncle he did. Matt saw angles and possibilities in everything and yet he accepted what was, more completely than Alex had ever thought possible. There was no regret or anger in him. He was a man who had achieved and was satisfied. Life now was all a bonus. Matt and Marissa didn’t dive into the daily debauchery like the others, being less sexually active these days. They mostly fucked one another and occasionally Dan and Molly. Matt suffered occasional migraine like headaches which put him out of action despite medication but he claimed he was used to it and said,

“Not to worry.”

The youngsters did try full time foursome living in the summer house for a few glorious days of continuous swapping and debauchery. Rose was pleased to see love growing between Alex and Lisa. They were more than just happy fuck buddies now. There was understanding and chemistry and beautiful, mutual orgasmic pleasure. After a few days though they all missed intimacy with Dan and Molly and Matt and Marissa so more complex swapping ensued. They had men’s and women’s days where all the men did things together and all the ladies likewise. There was of course endless man sweaty weight lifting and strength training going on in the gym area. Lisa liked to join in and then do things like 185 degree splits and ankle grabbing back bends that were impossible for the men. Her body was nothing less than incredible. Quite some way from the soft fresh peach of a teenager she’d been when Jack first fell for her and even more beautiful for being toned and strong. There were endless games as well. Aunt Marissa either knew an infinite variety or just had a knack for making them up and Molly always remembered the good ones. Some were just lazy fun and an excuse for a chin wag. Most were sexy. The days fell into a happy pattern of morning chaos, group lunches, afternoon titillation and games and then dinner, fucking and relaxing in the hot tub in any order that worked. Molly was nominally in charge of who was doing what, when it came to meals, but Marissa got her way, if she wanted it, without resistance. She was learning to hand things over and let Molly run the household. She called it her last great lesson, to let go, and took it as seriously as everything else she’d learned in life. Not every day was spent at home. On the hottest days they decamped entirely to the Baxter House. There Alex helped Dan get the pool in working order. Mike and Jules brought Grandma Gwen up from their place and stayed for a while. With youngsters cavorting naked in and around the pool and having sex wherever they felt like it, it was like the old days for a while and Grandma Gwen was delighted. Even telling off a naked, dripping Rose for running in the pool area. She tried to say sorry but Daddy grabbed her half way through and carried her off squealing. Later she lay on the lawn with Lisa and they made the sweetest, piss soaked, delirious, love with one another until the sun went down and Uncle Mike came back to fetch Grandma Gwen. Everyone trooped home, happy and carefree, in the dusk. Molly wearing Dan’s load on one tit and Alex’s on the other. When they got back Rose and Lisa climbed into the hanging chair with her and never asked who’s was which.

Molly made sure that everyone had their special day when they were the centre of attention. Overruling even Marissa’s objections when it was her turn. On your special day you didn’t have to do anything if you didn’t want to. You just lay back and everyone kept you fed, watered and on or about the brink of orgasm from whenever you woke up to whenever you said it was bedtime. Alex ate stoned apricots out of Molly’s pussy and piss bathed in the wet room with Rose and Lisa and watched family vids with Jack and Molly. In practice that meant sharing Molly and both making love to her, long and slow, while watching Jack’s favourite hot clips. Molly’s understanding and appreciation of what men found hot was incredible. At the end of the evening watching her and Jack roll together and fuck passionately was better than any of the vids. Alex was well past getting it up again by then of course and happy to watch and stroke Molly’s body as they went at it like lovers at the height of a lustful affair. It was even better knowing that tomorrow he might fuck Molly like that himself. The day ended with Rose in bed and nothing could be sweeter than that. They joked and wriggled and kissed one another to sleep. He’d never felt gratitude like it.