Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 I need to explain that this story is being written on the fly as it were.
My time to write has decreased considerably and even though I have been
devoting as much time as I can to this story I have other obligations which
takes most of my time.

   This story was always intended to be the gradual progression one family
makes in the quest to become models.

   As I write this story I will be taking it down and revising it from time
to time.  In doing so I may change some of the root text to make the story
more interesting, such as one fan requested more sex.  I have to try to
fulfill that request while not ruining the story plot.  This is proving to
be more challenging than I first thought.  So, I must ask for some degree
of patience from you the reader.

   A Model Family

   By Boy Trainer

   Chapter 1 Snapshots of Gold

   It's hard to believe that all this started with a simple trip to the
mall with a coupon for a free family Christmas portrait.

   After having posed for the portrait the photographer Mark Warner, ask my
wife and I if he could come by our house that night so we could talk.

   We thought he was going to try and convince us to buy other shots, which
would turn our free portrait into hundreds of dollars.  We agreed to his
request, but we knew any idea of more shots were out of the question
financially and even though we had no idea what his spiel would be we
waited patiently for his arrival.  Sue even made a fresh pot of coffee and
set out some cookies for our guest.

   "The guy took a lot of shots." She said.  "I'm sure he wants to sell us
all of them."

   "Well, we can't afford it." I reminded her.  I knew my wife wanted to
send out our families pictures of the kids, but doing that and buying the
kids Christmas presents was too much.  My job was laying off workers left
and right and Sue lost her job at the factory just weeks ago.

   Things weren't looking good for us and we were going on two months
behind on rent.  Our landlord was gracious enough to let us slide till
after the holidays so the kids could have a Christmas, but still I would
rather be paid up.

   As promised the doorbell rang promptly at seven o'clock and I answered
the door.  He was wearing a rather nice suite and tie, which really didn't
impress me all that much.

   "Come in Mark." I said.

   "Thank you, Chuck." He said and came in clutching his thin briefcase
close to his chest.  How old are you two again?"

   "Thirty-six." I answered.

   "Wow you both look like teenagers and when you came in for portraits I
thought the kids were your younger brother and sister.  I wondered where
your parents were."

   "Thank you." Sue blushed.

   "Have a seat." I said indicating with my open hand towards the couch.

   He looked around and asked.  "Where are the kids?"

   "Upstairs." I answered.

   "Well, I have the digital spreadsheet of all the shots we took.  I
wanted you to look through them and pick out your favorite ones, but I
wanted to ask you if I could take more."

   "Oh great." I snorted.  "We Just knew you were going to try and sell us
on more shots."

   "Well, to be honest I am here to do just that." He said, but before I
could kick him out on his ass he followed with.  "But for these I will pay
you."

   "Pardon me?" I jolted thinking this was just some other ploy to empty my
wallet.

   "Your kids are adorable and very photogenic.  In fact you all are." He
smiled.  "I have an account with a clothing line for magazine
advertisements and I am looking for models."

   "Seriously?" Sue asked stunned.

   "Well yes..." Then a light of understanding hit his eyes and he laughed.
"You thought I was here to sell you more photos?"

   "Well yes as a matter of fact we did." I giggled.

   "So you think our kids could be models?"

   "Oh yes!" He laughed.  "And probably very popular ones with a potential
to make a lot of money, but not just the kids.  Eventually I think I could
find work for the whole family.  You two really look young and if I may say
a very handsome couple you are."

   Well to shorten a rather long and drawn out story...  Needless to say we
accepted his offer and soon signed a contract for this particular clothing
line even though we had never heard of it before.

   The first session wasn't all that great.  The clothes were basic street
wear consisting of jeans, T-shirts and new sneakers, which nicely enough
the kids got to keep.

   They posed this way and that and seemed to enjoy all the attention, and
while they did, my wife and I looked on in udder pride, but also I saw them
in a new light.  I wasn't just looking at my children whom I see every day.
I was trying to look at them the way I imagined the viewers might, with
fresh eyes and I have to admit they were beautiful.

   My then ten-year-old son Andrew looked very cute.  I could see how he
was going to be a good-looking teenager soon.  He already had a teen look
in his eyes and his thick head of dark brown hair and thick eyebrows made
him look kind of sexy I shamefully admitted to myself.  Angela looked
lovely too.

   Angela and Andrew looked almost identical and were it not for their
haircuts, at the age of ten they could have almost passed as brother and
brother or sister and sister it all depended on how your eyes saw them.

   After a few sessions like that it wasn't all that long before again Mark
invited himself over.  We sat at the kitchen table this time, which is
where we were most comfortable.  We like the closeness and the convenience
of being in the kitchen.  It has always been the focal point of the family.

   "First thing's first." He said while handing me an envelope.  This is
your first check.

   Not being too expectant I opened the envelope and I imagine my eyes must
have done the cartoon awooga!  pop out thing when I first saw the multiple
digits.

   When I showed the check to Sue she about fainted dead away, but I
noticed how Mark seemed unfazed and rather blasé.  Frankly he was
unimpressed with the amount.

   "At least." He said as he reached in his thin briefcase again.  "It's
enough to get you guys started towards financial security."

   "Get us started?" I gasped.

   "Sure.  This is nothing." Then he laid out another contract on the
table.

   "What's this?" Sue asked.

   "This is another clothing line." He said.  "I need this signed."

   "What company?"

   "Oh it's a sleepwear line."

   "Do you mean like pajamas?" I asked.

   "Exactly." Mark exclaimed.

   "Where do we sign?" Sue asked and even before I knew she had one, I
looked and she was standing by Mark holding a pen.

   The day of the shoot came quickly enough and we had a flat tire along
the way, which I had to change in the rain.  This of course caused us to be
late and when we got there the director's assistant whisked the kids away.

   "Oh where have you two been?  "We've been waiting for you.  Oh dear we
have to do something about your hair." He seemed a bit effeminate to me,
but oh well.

   "I'm sorry we had a flat and I..." I never had a chance to gain some
sympathy.

   "Oh we must hurry!" He coaxed the kids, shooing them along almost like
he were one of the characters on the Wizard of Oz.

   When the kids came out of the dressing rooms Andrew had on just a pair
of baggy sleep pants.  They were red, made of fine silk and looked way more
expensive than your average kids would ever wear.  They were also tied
loosely and hung low on his waist barely clinging to his small hips and it
left no doubt that he wasn't wearing any underwear under them because his
boyish and hairless pelvic V was clearly visible.

   Also it looked as though the silk sash was synched only enough that if
his penis weren't there they would have nothing to keep them up.

   Angela was wearing a very frilly Barbie-doll outfit.  It was white and
had a see through lace covering.  I heard a gasp of air come from Sue and
she even covered her mouth from the shock.

   "That almost looks like something an adult would wear before..."

   "Sex?" I finished.

   "Nonsense." Mark interrupted.  "They're just growing up and you never
noticed it before."

   "Yeah butt..."

   Then the director's voice came over the sound system.  "All models get
ready."

   I had noticed that there were seemingly a lot of adults just milling
about on this set, but I didn't realize there were other child models for
this session till they all started coming out of the dressing rooms all
dressed in similar sleepwear of different colors.

   Every single one of them looked absolutely delicious and to my own shock
I was extremely turned on by them.  My imagination went nuts while they all
got into position.

   That photo session was set up more like a sleepover party.  The first
set was mostly of boys in one bedroom set and the design of the bedroom
left no doubt that it was a boy's room.

   The bedroom set was complete with sports trophies, posters of baseball
and football players and even a few scantly clad, sexy women on the walls.
One was a blond in a bikini posing on all fours with her ass to the camera.
Hell it almost gave me a hard on as well.

   I almost said something about that, but I remembered that I had a few
posters of Daisy Duke in my room when I was Andrew's age.

   The boys were never told to pose.  They were told just to have fun and
play.  They were allowed to play video games, wrestle, watch TV and
generally do whatever it is that boys do when they have a sleepover.  The
only difference was that there were a couple men with cameras roaming about
the set taking shot after shot of the boys as they wrestled and played.

   At one point though, Andrew was told to lie on his back on the floor
with his head propped up on a pillow while playing a video game.  Another
boy was told to lie on his side with his head on Andrew's abdomen and be
the second player.

   The director adjusted the boys so that the blond boy's nose was almost
touching the small flaccid bulge (Well bulge may be an exaggeration... 
More like small mound would be more accurate.) prominently displayed
through the red silk sleep pants that Andrew was wearing.

   Adding to the obvious conclusion that Andrew had no underwear on under
them was that the silk left little doubt that Andrew was circumcised.

   "Um that's...  Um shouldn't..." Sue muttered behind me.

   "Shh." I cut her off.  I don't know why.  It was a rather provocative
situation for boys of ten to be in and those sleep pants...  Man those
sleep pants!  Anyway I allowed it without protest even though I have to
admit it looked a lot like gay porn.  Shit it looked hot!

   After a few shots like that the boys were done and were all told they
could keep what they wore and they could get dressed.  They also added a
thank you and well done.

   Then all attention went to the girls and what was obviously a girl's
slumber party.  Again all the girls were told to act as though they were
all the best of friends.  They were told to first sit around in a circle
and talk about anything they wanted to.

   At first the girls all seemed a bit shy, but soon enough had loosened up
and were talking about things like makeup and dresses and of course made
comments about which boys were cuter than others.  I think it was clear
that though each girl had a favorite boy they agreed that all of the boys
were drop dead gorgeous.

   I could see why the director wanted the girls to talk about anything. 
They were all still shots and he wanted the situation to look believable.

   Somehow and I don't know how it came out, but it was strange when the
conversation came to brothers.  All the girls that were there were there
with not only their brothers, but all of them were twins.

   "Isn't that odd?" I heard Sue ask Mark.

   "Not at all." He said.  "Because of child labor laws kids can't work,
but so long and they have to stop.  Many agencies hire twins so one could
work while the other doesn't.  Mary Kate and Ashley for example."

   "Yeah but they are identical twins and the same sex." She exclaimed
quite correctly, but Mark seemed not to have heard her or if he did, he
ignored her ignorance.

   The girls then seemed to take it from there and acted as though the men
taking pictures were mere fixtures in the room and were totally ignored.

   In no time they were acting much like the boys and were having a blast.
The blast soon included a massive pillow fight and feathers flying
everywhere.  I learned later that they were special prop pillows designed
to tear apart.

   The images of all those kids in sleepwear so burned in my mind that,
that night when Sue and I went to bed I fucked her like a wild man and
though my dick was in her pussy pounding her for all she was worth my mind
was back at the studio.  Afterward I dealt with some guilt, but while
making love to my wife my imagination we set free.

   I wasn't paying that much attention at the time, but the next morning it
struck me how much Sue seemed to enjoy that night almost as much as I did.
We really had the best sex we ever had; even better than we had when we
were fucking at sixteen in the back of my mom's old station wagon.

   A week later Mark showed up again only this time he came with a much
larger check.  So much larger in fact that Sue handed me the cordless phone
right then and there and said.  "Call your boss and tell him you quit."

   "Tell him I quit?" I asked confused.  "We don't know how long this ride
will last."

   "It doesn't matter." She insisted.  "If we have to we'll find better
jobs later.  This is enough money to keep us going a whole year."

   "That's right." Mark chimed in.  "Besides I have another gig lined up."

   "Already?" Sue smiled.  "What is it this time?"

   "Oh this is a swimwear and beach towel line."

   "Swimwear?  You mean swimsuits?" I asked confused.  "In the middle of
winter?  I don't know if you've noticed or not but its snowing outside."

   "Well, that doesn't matter." He smiled and reached into his thin
briefcase, which I had now begun to love and pulled out four airline
tickets.  "These shots are being taken in Honolulu."

   My eardrums were shattered with the screams that emitted from not only
Sue, but both kids came running in the kitchen leaping and screaming. 
"Hawaii!"

   Needless to say I was dialing my boss and telling him I quit even with
the screaming going on in the background.

   "Sounds like you won the lottery." Dave said.

   "Even better." I said omitting everything that I didn't think he needed
to know.  I figured he would find out soon enough when he or someone from
work thumbed through a Sears or Macy's catalog.

   It was days later, but those days seemed like months as we waited for
our trip.  However when we were on the plane those days seemed to have
passed like hours.

   Chapter 2 Here's Looking at Ya'

   For the first time in my life we actually got to ride first class and
man I can tell you that first class on a 747 is really nice!  We all had a
blast and Sue and I both got well lit on free Champaign as well I might
add.

   All through the flight Mark seemed to act as though he was purposely
omitting something from us.  He told us that he had booked us a suite at a
very exclusive and private resort.  He said they are very expensive and had
things like massage therapists, health spa and that our room overlooked a
pristine private beach, but I also sensed there was something that he
wasn't telling us.

   Then there was the limo ride to the resort and even before we could
unpack the kids were begging to go down to the beach for a swim.

   Of course we made going to the beach our top priority, but since the
kids always got to keep whatever they modeled we neglected to pack swimwear
for them.

   That's when Mark came knocking on our door and I opened it to find him
standing there with a large beach towel wrapped around his waist.  He
smiled and asked.  "You kids ready to hit the beach?"

   "Yeah!" They exclaimed in excited unison.  "But we have no swimsuits."

   "Haven't you looked at the beach from your balcony yet?"

   "No." We all mumbled.

   He went to the sliding glass door, opened the curtains all the way and
stepped outside.  Then he leaned with his elbows on the railing and looked
down with a huge smile.

   We all followed him and looked down towards the beach and what we saw
took us all by surprise.  Hundreds of people of all shapes, sizes and ages
were swimming, laying out on a towel, playing volleyball and Frisbee and
generally doing what everyone did at a beach.  The only difference was that
every single one of them was completely naked!

   "This is a private resort." Mark said matter-of-factly.  "I'm sorry I
didn't tell you, but I also wanted to see how you would react for the next
gig that I have lined up for you guys.

   "What gig?" Sue asked while staring slack-jawed down towards the beach.

   "Well, it's not a clothing line.  It's for a fine arts school." Mark
said.

   "Fine arts school?"

   "Yes.  They need models to draw paint and sculpt."

   "Naked?" I questioned while tempted to cover my kid's eyes from the
spectacle that they were taking in.

   "No sir." He said.  "I've never heard of naked art, but nude art... 
yes."

   "Nude then." I miffed.  "You expect my kids to pose nude for a bunch of
art students?"

   "No sir." He said bluntly.  "They want your entire family.  I didn't
know how you would react so I booked you into this resort so you could get
used to the idea.  Besides..." He continued.  "You can't expect the kids to
model swimwear with as white as they are.  They need tans and they can't
have tan lines that don't match the suits they have to model."

   "Well there is no way..." Sue started to huff, but was interrupted with.

   "It pays a little more than all of the other gigs combined."

   Then she even shocked me with.  "Where's the contract?"

   "I'm not going down there naked!" Angela protested firmly.

   "Me neither." Agreed Andrew

   "Why not?" Mark asked.  "Look down there.  See there are lots of kids
your own age and even some teenagers."

   "Yeah but..." Angela mumbled.

   "Look kids." Mark added.  "I'll make you a deal.  All I ask is that you
spend just fifteen minutes every hour today and tomorrow.  If you do that,
I'll get you a helicopter tour of Hawaii."

   "Why fifteen minutes every hour?" I asked.

   "We want the kids to tan, not burn."

   "That makes sense." I mused.

   Mark excused himself adding that he was going to meet Sue and me down by
the tiki-bar after we dealt with the kids.

   Needless to say the kids put up a bit of a fight and for some reason
they wanted to get nude in their own room.  (They had to share a bedroom,
but it had two beds so no harm no foul.) Of course however, the kids won
that argument and there we were waiting in the living room for the kids to
come out.

   When they did, they pointlessly had their beach towels wrapped around
them.  The funny thing was that Angela had hers wrapped around her waist as
she had no breasts to speak of yet anyway and Andrew had his wrapped just
under his armpits hiding everything from his chest down.

   It was strange to be standing there in the middle of the living room
completely naked.  Sue and I never even did that at home.  We couldn't when
we first got married because we had to live with her parents for a while.
We were after all only sixteen at the time and Sue was already eight months
pregnant with the twins.  You can imagine.

   By the time we got our own place we were so used to our own modesty we
never bothered to change.  I can't remember a day when we left our bedroom
with less than our underwear on.

   At that time Sue and I were both twenty-six and though I hadn't thought
about it before we both still looked pretty young and if I may say with all
modesty...  Hot.

   Sue had really long, brown hair that went all the way down to the top of
her perky ass reminding me of Cher.  She had beautiful blue eyes and though
she only had C cups they were still firm after having twins nursing on
them.

   She also keeps herself hairless down there cause she knows I like that
and I did likewise for her, but the only other person who knew anything
about that was my doctor and I hardly ever saw him anyway.

   I know it's not exactly a manly thing to do; staying hairless, but I
never liked the itching of pubic hair and well I feel a lot cleaner down
there.  Besides it makes my eight and a half inches of circumcised cock
look even bigger even though Sue was the only one who ever really saw it.

   "You may as well drop those towels." Sue strongly suggested to the twins
who were standing there with jaws wide open.  It was after all the first
time they had ever seen their parents naked.

   Surprisingly enough Angela just shrugged and un-wrapped the towel
throwing it over her shoulder with no signs of embarrassment, but Andrew
refused.

   Sue started to demand, but a quick glance downward and I instantly knew
why.  "Um.." I interrupted.  "I think he needs more time to acclimate."

   "Oh nonsense." Sue huffed and went up to him yanking his towel off with
no regard to his modesty or state of arousal.  "Let's go."

   "Dad!" He yelped and used his hands to cover his two or three inches of
erection, but Sue quickly grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out the
door.

   Having to use his free hand to balance himself or risk being dragged
down the hall on his ass, his little stiffy didn't even bounce it was so
hard.

   In his defense I protest.  "Sue take it easy."

   She wouldn't hear it.  She just pulled him down the hall saying. 
"Nobody cares about a ten-year-old's boner.  Besides he better get used to
being naked...  Rapidly."

   "Don't I have any say at all?" He pleaded.

   "No." Was her blunt responce.

   "Dad...  Talk to her please!"

   All I could do was shrug as I tried to keep up.  I had never seen this
side of my wife before and I really didn't know what I could do.  Besides
my son's boner had already started to subside from the rough treatment he
was receiving and by the time we ever saw a soul we were already outside
and his penis was back to its flaccid self.

   "Ok, ok!" He huffed and yanked his arm free from her grip.  "I'm out
here...  Are you happy now?  Geese!"

   That's when Mark showed up in all his glory and not a bad looker I
admitted to myself.  His dick was only fractions smaller than mine, but he
was uncut.  Something I never quite got used to seeing.  He was also quite
smooth.  He showed no signs of razor stubbles or bumps.  That was always
something I had to deal with and I made a point to eventually ask him about
that.

   "Hey guys." I think he knew we had some strife to deal with.  "Why don't
I take the kids to the ice-cream social over there?"

   It wasn't a second later when this boy of about twelve came up to Andrew
and in a very friendly and eager voice said.  "Hi I'm John.  Wan' a play
some volleyball?"

   Instantly I thought how strange it was that a boy would be so outgoing
as naked as he was and I wondered if he even had friends.  Perhaps he`s so
desperate for someone to play with that he didn`t care, but then I reasoned
that if these kids were all dressed a boy running up in a regular
playground would be expected.  I glanced behind him and there were more
boys of anywhere from ten to thirteen waiting for them to start a game of
volleyball.

   What a fucking beautiful sight!  All of them were tan and most had tight
abs and with dicks of various sizes and shapes.  All were either completely
hairless or just starting to sprout some like John who only had a slight
suggestion of blond hair starting just above his stubby, but thick soft
dick which I guessed for whatever reason would be about four inches hard. I
even wondered briefly why I would care about such a thing.

   Andrew looked at the eager blond boy and back at his mom and said rather
coldly.  "Anything...  Just get me away from her."

   "Hey!" I yelled as he started to run off.

   He turned and steamed.  "Lot' a help you were dad."

   I did feel I had let him down though.  I felt I had let all fathers and
sons down.  I didn't even feel I had a right to be called a father to a
son. I was devastated by my son's disappointment in me, but oddly enough I
was rather enjoying the view of his little round ass jiggle away from us.

   "Well, I guess it's just you and me then Angela." Mark said as he hefted
Angela's hand and off they went.  Again I admired my daughter's small ass
as they walked away.  However Angela's buns were not as pronounced as her
brother's.

   What was happening to me?  And what was happening to my entire family?
Who were these people?  I mean I liked where we were going, but the cost
was starting to show.  Maybe I was just imagining things that weren't
actually there.

   While Sue and I searched for an empty chaise lounge we left the kids to
sort things out for themselves.  When it came to my kids I had learned over
the years to let them explore their feelings on their own rather than
accidentally say the wrong thing.

   I had already been impressed with how luxurious the hotel was judging by
the lobby when we first arrived and later by our spacious room, but looking
around the beach was astonishing.  There was no doubt that this resort had
everything we could possibly want in the way of luxuries.  There was of
course the tiki-bar which I planned on using right away, but aside from
that, there was a full sized swimming pool set close to the hotel and the
veranda and beach had all sorts of wicker furnishings with big fluffy
cushions and not just the cheap crap with the straps that leave marks on
your skin.

   There were even double wicker chaise lounges headed with cabanas
scattered along the beach in the sand and let me tell you the sand was
almost a golden white and not a rock or stone in site.  Everything was as
pristine as anyone could imagine.

   Another thing I noticed as we stepped through the sand was that as we
walked I felt the cool breeze on my gentlemen.  My dick flopped freely
slapping to either side of my pelvic V and every now and then it flopped up
and hit my belly.  I also noticed how nice my low hanging shaven balls felt
brushing against my inner thighs.

   I felt a little vulnerable, but only till I saw another man walking
towards us.  He greated me with a nod of the head and a howdee, but other
than that, he just kept right on walking.  Suddenly I didn't feel so
vulnerable.  I felt noticed and that felt rather good I had to admit even
if only to myself.

   Sure I wondered if I looked presentable or attractive, but looking
around I found that there were many other types of people and some were fat
and some were way too skinny.  Some of the people were old; way older than
I was and some even looked as though they were ready for the nursing home,
but not one of them cared that I was naked...  Not a single one.

   We found a nice double wicker lounge and we were about to sit down when
a woman...  A rather large breasted woman with the hugest areolas I had
ever seen came up and very politely said.  "Excuse me."

   When we gave our attention to her we were already half seated, but even
crouching as we were we froze in place.

   "Are you new to the nudist community?" she asked.

   Still crouching we both nodded in stunned silence and I was wondering
from her tone if we had already done something wrong.  I mean we knew
absolutely nothing about this lifestyle, not to mention left wondering why
people did it in the first place.

   "I thought so." She kindly smiled.  "There aren't many rules, but one
very strict rule is that everyone has to sit on a towel...  You
understand."

   "Oh of course." Sue blushed.

   "I mean everyone makes that mistake so don't be embarrassed.  I'm Dev
Martin." She offered her hand.

   "I'm Sue Hopper and this is my husband Chuck."

   "Hello." I said while laying my towel on the lounge under me.

   "Very nice to meet you." She being on the other side of the lounge from
me meant I could only wave briskly.

   Finally with me laid back and comfortable she stretched out her towel at
Sue's feet and sat gingerly.  "I see our boys are already getting to know
each other so I (she giggled) had to almost run to follow you here."

   "Our sons?  Oh your son is..."

   "John...  The blond haired scamp." She finished.

   "Oh, he's a good looking boy." Sue commented.

   "Yes." I agreed almost covering my mouth.  I didn't want to sound like
some pedophile or something.

   "Oh I know.  We're so proud of him.  Your son isn't bad looking himself.
He should be a model."

   Neither Sue or I made any comments as much as we wanted to.  We just
didn't want say too much.  We did thank her though.

   "Can I get you something from the bar?" A woman's voice came from my
other side.

   I looked up almost blinded from the bright sun and there was a young
woman.  Not so large in the breast area, but she too was naked and cleanly
shaven down below.  She held a serving tray in her hand, but no pen or
paper to take our orders with.

   Figuring she was a waitress I blushed remembering all we had was our
towels.  "Oh we didn't bring any money down here."

   She smiled and said.  "Nobody does...  No pockets...  All I need is your
room number and I can charge it to your account."

   "Oh.  Cool...  It's eight-seventeen." When she didn't write it down I
asked.  "Aren't you going to write it down?"

   She smiled and said.  "I can remember.  What would you like?"

   I thought for a moment and the first thing that came to my mind was
Steve Martin in The Jerk.  "I don't know what it's called..." I giggled. 
"But can you get me a drink with one of those little umbrellas sticking out
of it?" I had always wanted something like that.

   Sue and Dev laughed and the waitress giggled.  "I think I can get you
something along those lines.  You feel like something tropical?"

   "Yeah...  That's it...  tropical."

   "Oh that sounds good." Sue agreed.

   "I'll have a Long Island iced tea.  Room one-o-four.  In fact put all
the drinks on my account."

   "No we can't." We both argued.

   "Oh I insist.  Oh please let me do this."

   "Very well." Sue reluctantly agreed.  "But we get the next one."

   In a flash the waitress smiled and was gone leaving Sue and I alone with
Dev and we started to get comfortable in our small talk when John and
Andrew came running up panting.  Andrew had his hands clamped shyly around
his penis.

   "Andy has a boner." John blurted boldly and rather loudly enough so that
anyone passing by could hear.  "We're going to go inside and I'm going to
show him how to solve the problem."

   "What?  How?" Sue jolted with a gasp.

   Dev laughed.  "Oh boys are like walking, living, breathing, talking flag
poles.  Especially in the sun." She addressed John and said.  "You do
that."

   "What's he going to do?" Sue asked concerned.

   "You don't know?" She laughed again.  "I bet you know there Chuck."

   I just sat slack-jawed in how natural she seemed with this sort of
conversation.  "Um..." To me it seemed as though we were playing cards with
the unsinkable Molly Brown on the deck of the Titanic.

   "Honey...  Don't you worry, it's the most natural thing in the world. 
Heck, John was born with an erection.  John knows what to do with it."

   "You mean they're going to?" Sue injected.

   "Do you know of a better way?"

   "Well no, but..."

   She ignored any possible objections Sue and I might have on the subject
and motioned with her hand in a shooing fashion.  "You go right ahead and
have fun."

   "You mean you let?"

   "Now sweetie, you know there is no letting involved.  Boys are going to
do what boys do and whether we let them or not, it's going to happen
anyways." She paused briefly, then continued.  "Hell, I even make sure that
he always has Vaseline and a clean hand towel in his night stand just like
I make sure he has a clean toothbrush and tooth paste."

   "In fact..." She added rather clinically.  "My husband and I run a
masturbation club and you and your wife are welcome to attend whenever you
like."

   "A masturbation club?"

   "Oh absolutely.  A group of us naturalists get together and show each
other techniques we've learned and even help each other to relax."

   I couldn't believe how nonchalantly she talked about the subject.  She
seemed so open and blatant that it left both of us speechless.

   Then she caught onto how shocked we both were about the subject and
smiled.  "You really are new to the naturist world.  Well...  we believe
that sex and sexuality are not only natural, but healthy.  There really is
no reason to be embarrassed about it.  I mean you've both obviously had
sex; right?"

   "Of course, but..." Sue stammered.

   "I think everyone here knows you two kick it in bed right?"

   "You would think so." I added.

   "So when was the first time you masturbated Chuck?"

   "I was like nine." I admitted still embarrassed about the crowd around
us.  I felt like everyone was eavesdropping because I knew I would have
been.

   "And how old is Andrew?"

   "Ten."

   "Well, don't you think its about time he did what comes natural?"

   I watched the boys as they walked towards the hotel and then watched
them enter what was obviously their room through the patio sliding glass
door which I thought would have been nice to have.  Although I did enjoy
the view from our room too.  Well, at least I knew where to find Andrew
should we need to.

   Just then the drinks came and I think Sue and I had them down in one
gulp and immediately we were asking for another even before the waitress
had a chance to leave.

   Dev took a moment to let us swallow and then raised her glass in a sly
manor before adding.  "Well, here's looking at ya."

   All too soon the sun was setting and the tiki-torches were starting to
be lit.  That alone looked spectacular, but the sun setting was
unbelievable.  Paradise...  I kept saying to Sue.  This truly is paradise.

   "Mmmm yes." She sighed and made her way to sit between my legs and rest
the back of her head against my shoulder.

   I wrapped my arms around her and felt a bit of excitement as she lifted
each warm bare breast to flop over my forearms.  Chapter 4 Let Sleeping
Dogs Lie

   Thankfully because of rain we were able to postpone the swimwear session
for two days which gave us some time to learn more about the
"Nudist/Naturist" lifestyle, which I must admit we were a bit ignorant
about.

   Hell, to be honest we never even gave it a first thought other than what
we heard about from cross talk, about there being nudist beaches.  I mean,
I had always knew there were such things as nude beaches, but I either
thought they were more of a European thing or if in the US they were some
sort of freaks or something; more or less like legal streakers.

   The kids had to go no further than the beach we were already using. 
They just closed off a small section so they could get the shots in and I
must admit when Dev saw the kids modeling swimwear both Sue and I were a
little more than proud.  Dev had mentioned that our son should be a model
and we omitted that bit of information, but when she saw the kids posing I
shamefully must admit that we were like proud peacocks.

   Understandably Andrew was a little worried that he would have to model
Speedos, but was relived they were board shorts and I was a bit taken aback
when I asked him why and he said.  "I'd rather pose naked.  Speedos are so
dorky!"

   I had to laugh and remind him.  "We are posing naked very soon." But he
just shrugged and I wasn't sure if he shrugged in defiance or acceptance.

   However I think I got my answer when the photo shoot was over and Angela
and Andrew both shucked the swimwear right there on the beach and handing
them to mom gleefully ran off to play with their friends.

   All that day and the night before I wondered just what exactly happened
in Dev's hotel suite.  I mean I was sure the boys masturbated, but in the
aftermath Andrew's whole attitude seems to have changed.  I had my
suspicions, but I wasn't going to ask.  Again I admit the prospects turned
me on to no end and again Sue and I had knock-down drag-out sex that night.
I don't know where her mind was, but I knew exactly where mine was.  It was
fantastic.

   The night before the art school we went to the dance at the hotel.  It
was a lot of fun and the kids had a blast.  It was still strange doing
everything naked, but we had all become more comfortable with the feel of
it.  The only hard part was remembering that you have to sit on a towel,
but other than that it was nice not to have to worry about spilling
something on your clothes.

   It surprised me that all the kids were able to join in on the
festivities.  I would have assumed that kids wouldn't be allowed to these
sort of function, but they were more than welcome.

   I noticed a few boys got erections ranging from half hard (mostly the
teenagers) to total throbbing and pulsating rock hard ones and those were
mostly the pre-pubescent lads.  However what really struck me was how all
of the adults seemed to totally ignore them as if they weren't even there.

   I wondered how obvious I was being because I caught myself staring from
time to time, but again if anyone saw me doing that I was ignored as well.

   Then there was Chris...  Now Chris was a boy whom we saw hanging around
Angela a lot.  He spent some time running around Andrew from time to time
through the night.  He looked to be about twelve or early thirteen, but I
didn't know because the kids spent almost no time sitting long enough for
me to find out, but oh my GOD he was gorgeous!

   Chris had blond hair which was cut rather short, but had large curls and
the bluest eyes I had ever seen and a killer smile.  He was about five foot
seven inches and thin.  He had this dramatic bubble butt which I couldn't
keep my eyes off of.  And then there was is dick.  Holy shit!  His dick was
perfect in shape.  It hung low causing me to imagine it must have been at
least seven inches when hard.  He was circumcised which turned me on
because it looked so innocent and clean.

   His blond pubic hair was sparse to the point you could see right though
it so you could practically imagine it wasn't even there, but it had shape
to it; almost as if it had been sculpted by a beautician.  I had seen boys
that age grow their first pubic hair like that before, but I couldn't take
my eyes off it because it was so alluring.

   One more thing which titillated me about this you man was that he was
stoned off of his ass.  Another thing that the adults chose to totally
ignore.

   At one point the lad came up to my table when Sue was off dancing with
Dev.  He slumped down in the chair laughing and giggling like a school girl
and with flailing spaghetti like arms said.  "Oh man I wish I was in your
family."

   "Why is that Chris?" I asked.

   "You're all so....  You know." He slurred sleepily.  "Beautiful."

   "Well, thank you." I actually blushed.  Then I asked.  "Do you drink
often?"

   "Shit...  I do whatever I want...  All the kids here can."

   "What do you mean?"

   Then a portly man sitting next to me said.  "Kids here have the same
rights and privileges as any adults do.  It's up to the parents to police
their kids and Chris's mom is a little more liberal than most."

   "I see."

   "We believe that parents have the right to raise the sort of family thy
want to.  The only rule we enforce is no violence."

   "No violence?" I asked.

   "Not unless it's agreed to by both parties."

   "What do you mean?"

   The man laughed and nudged my arm.  "Sometimes we all need a spanking
from time to time...  Don't you agree?"

   For some reason I felt an evil grin come over my face.  "I see what you
mean."

   I turned back to Chris and watched as his eyes slowly disappeared into
his closing eyelids.  I kicked his bare feet with mine and said.  "Hey
young fellow." But there was no response.

   Sue came up with Dev and noticed my predicament.  The prodded the boy
and Sue said.  "Dev and I are going to go take a swim.  Can you bring the
kids back to the room."

   "What about him?" I asked.

   Dev laughed assuredly.  "You could leave him there are you could pick
him up and take him home."

   "What about his mom?  Where is she?"

   Again Dev laughed and said.  "She's probably off getting fucked.  She
knows he's safe no matter who takes him home.  We're all like family here.
It's ok."

   Sue lifted his limp wrist and let it drop.  "You better take him home."

   "Well if you're sure." I said.  I rose to my feet and slung my towel
over my shoulder.

   Sue called the twins over to me and told them.  "Go home with your dad."

   "Is he coming to?" Andrew asked.

   "Yeah." I said and bent down and picked the boy up like a rag doll."

   "He's not sleeping in my bed." Andrew demanded.  "He might throw up in
it."

   "Mine either." Angela snarled with distaste which was probably more
because he was a naked boy than the fact that he was drunk and could throw
up.

   "Just put him in our bed." Sue shrugged.

   "Are you sure?" I asked in a warning tone.  The fact was he could throw
up just like the kids feared.

   "Oh he should be safe." Dev flexed.

   "Ok then." I shrugged and started carrying the boy to our room.

   He wasn't heavy at all.  In fact he was so light that it reminded me of
when our kids would fall asleep in the car.  Truth be told he was a joy to
carry because his size made me feel more manly and stronger.  To be honest
I enjoyed watching his flaccid dick nestled in that small tuft of hair.  It
was thrilling.

   When we got to our suite I sent the kids to their room and carried Chris
to my own bed.  I laid he out momentarily while I pulled back the blankets
on his side.  I then tossed my towel on the floor and again hefted the boy
up to lay him on the other side of the bed and I admit I had to take a nice
long look before covering him up.

   Then I went over to the dresser and retrieved the ice bucket, just in
case and set it on the floor beside him.

   I turned all the lights off and made my way to my side and got under the
blankets and sheet.  Putting all temptations aside I slowly drifted off to
sleep.  Well at least I tried to anyway.

   Admittedly having a beautiful naked boy laying next to me weighed
heavily on my mind for quite some time.  I remembered when I was about
thirteen; I had a sleepover with my best friend and while he was asleep I
took the liberty of feeling him up through his tight white briefs.  The
feeling was incredible, but that was something I knew I had to resist in
this case or risk repercussions which at this point in my life I could do
without.

   So with great trepidation I eventually drifted off to sleep half
wondering what my wife was doing and half wishing she was in bed with me to
ease the sexual tension which was building to a point of explosion.

   Some time later I woke to a soft taping on my dick.  I was laying on my
side facing Chris and he was facing away from me so I couldn't figure out
where the feeling was coming from.  Then I realized that he had his arm
draped over his ass behind him and his finger tips were feather tapping on
my soft dick.  Which by the way as soon as I had figured out that bit of
news took care of that issue.  My dick instantly sprang to attention.

   As it rose to full throbbing mast the tentative tapping turned into a
constant touch.  He was resting his fingertips directly on the side of my
shaft and shortly they were slipping down so his fingers would gradually
surround it.

   It took him an agonizingly long time to grasp my cock.  I think he was
worried that I might wake up just as I worried that my best friend might
wake up and at this point if I had woken up it would seem as though his
hands were accidentally where they shouldn't be.  Smart kid.

   I decided then and there that no matter what happened I would maintain
my fake state of sleep half because I was enjoying what happening and half
because it seemed that he was enjoying what he was doing.  Also I didn't
want to shame him into a panic.

   Suddenly he let go and I thought he was either done or he had figured
out that I might be awake, but he faked a yawn and rolled to face me.  Then
he started tossing and turning as if having a dream.

   Before I knew it I was feeling his warm breath on my dick.  Then there
was a moist lick on my bulbous head and shortly after that my entire cock
was lovingly nestled inside his suctioning mouth and I almost immediately
exploded into an orgasm which I had felt before.

   The next thing I knew he had crawled up to my face and planted a kiss on
my lips which I just couldn't ignore.  I wrapped my arm around his skinny
frame and rolled over him lavishing in his embrace and the taste of my own
cum on his luscious lips.

   The kid astonished me again when in our embrace he reached down grasped
my still hard cock, hoisted his legs up and guided my it home in his
already moist ass.  I have no idea how he was able to accept my
un-lubricated eight inch dick, but he seemed to swallow my rock hard member
like a child sucking on a Tutsi pop and let me tell you there was no need
for lube.  I slid in almost easier than I had ever slid in Sue's well used
pussy and she had even passed two babies through it...  Remarkable!

   I must have fucked that boy for hours and we kissed like lovers the
entire time.  Not once did I wonder where Sue was...  I didn't care.  I was
in heaven and god help me I enjoyed every second of it.  I came in his ass
three time before we finally drifted off to sleep.

   Chapter 5 Body Beautiful

   I wasn't sure of the time, but the sun was up and shining brightly when
Sue flung open the window shades and announced "Chuck it's time to get up!"

   The brightness was almost unbearable.  "Arrrg!" and I stumbled to the
bathroom passing the lump of blankets hiding Chris underneath.

   "Ok young man." Sue said as she shook his shoulder area.  "We have to go
to work and you need to go home."

   "Arrrg!" He proclaimed and I recognized, or at least I thought he was
mimicking me.

   He came along side of me as I loaded my toothbrush and washed his face
in the sink.  I handed him a towel and he dried off, but for some reason I
couldn't look at him.  I felt more than a little embarrassed about the
events of last night.  I wished it had been a drunken stupor; one I
couldn't be held responsible for, but I knew better.

   While I had my mouth full of my toothbrush he playfully slapped my bare
ass and said.  "Catch you later big boy."

   I nodded at him, but with a mouth full of toothpaste I couldn't do more
than that.  Besides I was terrified that he might say something to Sue.

   He was already gone by the time I spit the night's sludge out of my
mouth and I realized how convenient being a nudist really was.  He didn't
have to get dressed, he just left.

   That's when Sue came in and started the shower for me.  "So, where did
you stay last night?" I asked

   "I stayed at Dev's." She shrugged.  "I was way too drunk to find my way
back...  You don't mind do you?"

   "Not at all.  I'm glad you had a good time."

   "I'm sorry you had to baby-sit the kids and that boy...  What's his
name."

   I wasn't sure if "What's his name was a sarcastic comment or a question,
so in order to maintain my innocence I reacted as if it were the latter. 
"Chris."

   "Oh..." Was all she said and seemed a little miffed.

   "What's wrong?" I asked as I got in the shower.

   "I don't know..." She hummed.  "It just seemed to me that his mother
isn't much of a mother at all."

   "That's all?" I tentatively asked.

   "It just pisses me off that he was allowed to get drunk last night and
she had no idea where he was spending the night.  But yeah that should be
enough."

   I let the conversation end like that.  I was thankful that she didn't
raise any other "points" of order that I wasn't ready or willing to discus
yet.  I just took my shower, shaved and got dressed.  It was going to be a
busy day.

   (Post scrip: Astonishingly, it really felt strange wearing clothes
again.)

   Soon enough Mark was pounding on the door and when Angela let him in he
rushed us downstairs proclaiming we were late.  "I have a taxi waiting."

   We all rode in the taxi a little cramped together.  It was a far cry
from the limo, but we managed.  Mark explained that because he had no idea
when we would be finished he didn't want to hold up a limo for fifty
dollars an hour.  It was a financially wise move, but I had to admit we all
were a little spoiled by that time and I was feeling like we were becoming
more like rock stars than a family.  However, a taxi wasn't all that much
of an inconvenience.

   The scenery was breathtaking along the way and all too soon we had
arrived.  Mark rushed us into the building and downstairs to the studio
which was nothing more than what looked like an art classroom in school
with adult students sitting at small tables around a central platform of
about four foot square.

   A woman of about fifty years old came up to us.  She was obviously the
teacher.  She seemed a little snobbish as she wordlessly circled us
grasping her chin with her forefinger and thumb.  "Yes they will do
nicely."

   "Hello..." Sue proclaimed.  "We are..."

   "We don't need to know your names darling.  Just get undressed." She
spouted whisking at the air with the back side of her hand.  "When you are
ready we will stand on this platform and decide how we want you to pose. 
You will have to stay completely motionless for quite some time so, if you
have to use the bathroom, do so now."

   "Where's the dressing room?" Sue asked.

   The whole class giggled and I think instantly we all understood why. 
"Dressing room?" The woman snorted.  "Just put your clothes on those hooks
over there...  Dressing room!"

   So with a shrug we all gathered in a corner and removed our clothes. 
Then I asked a little late.  "Where's the bathroom?"

   "Down the hall to your left darling."

   "You want us to go out there naked?"

   That's when the lady got belligerent in my opinion.  "Nude!" She barked.
"Naked is when you have no clothes on and are ashamed.  Nude, my darlings,
is when you simply have no clothes on.  This is an art school!  Not a porn
studio."

   Andrew and I were the only two who had to use the bathroom and along the
way Andrew observed.  "I think I would rather be doing porn.  These people
are rude."

   "Just bear with it son." I mused.

   "B.  E.  A.  R or B.  A.  R.  E?" He giggled.

   "Both."

   It did strike me though that Andrew and Angela for that matter, seemed a
little more comfortable than I did at that moment.  Even though we had
spent the last few days naked...  Or I mean nude, it didn't make walking
down a school hallway any easier.  It brought back nightmares I used to
have as a kid.  Shit there were even wall lockers along both sides of the
hall.  How ironic is that?

   In no time we had taken care of our business and back in the classroom.
With her cold hands she shuffled us around for at least another ten minutes
so that we were sitting on the floor with me sitting on the far left with
my legs at an angle, feet flat on the floor.  Angela sat Indian fashion
between my legs and up close so that her ass pressed against my dick. 
(Torturously)

   Sue sat next to me more or less on her side with her head resting on my
left arm and shoulder area while Andrew sat lounged back against her
stomach with his right arm trapped under Sue's left so that his hand rested
on her left breast and his right hand resting on her ass.  His feet were
flat on the floor like mine, but they were spread wide eagle exposed to the
world.

   All I could think of was how glad I was that the platform was well
padded or we would all be very sore in no time.

   Some of the class was painting or water coloring, some of the class was
drawing us while still others were sculpting us in clay.  It was a good
thing we were being paid well is all I can say.

   This pose may sound a little uncomfortable and un-natural, but we were
propped up with additional cushions looking like large rocks and boulders.
We very much looked like an average family just lounging nude in the
wilderness.

   The students were free to walk around us and get as close in as they
wanted in order to get a three-D perspective.  One of them a young lady,
actually reached down and adjusted Andrew's junk, which made him take in a
breath of air.  It also had the effect of rendering him hard as a rock,
which thankfully nobody made a comment about.

   Angela had to make a few minor adjustments of her soft sweet ass to
allow room for my now swelling member and being the first time she had to
deal with it I thought she was going to freak out on me, but she only made
a rather blunt comment under her breath.  "Geese dad!" Then she added. 
"You need to shave down there again.  Your razor stubble is itching my
butt."

   "Sorry sweetie." I said and kissed the back of her head.

   We ended up posing only one hour stretches with half hour breaks and
only worked a total of six hours.  We were scheduled to come back for eight
days and after the first day we each had to pose separately or two at a
time depending on the perspective they needed.  I guess it really wasn't as
demanding as it sounds, but what happened next really through us for a
loop.

   Chapter 6 Baptism By Fire

   The day started pretty much the same as any work day at home.  We ate
breakfast and before we knew it we were in the cab heading back to the
studio.  Mark rode with us and when we arrived we exited the cab and headed
into the art school.

   When we got in the class there were some new students.  These were older
students and so was the teacher who this time was a man...  A rather
effeminate balding man at that.

   "Ah yes." He splashed his index finger to his chin.  "Our models."

   Mark took a seat and opened up a magazine seeming uninterested in what
else happened.

   "What lovely children." He hummed and I couldn't tell if he was being
facetious or not.  "Why don't we work with them first of all.  You children
go get undressed and if you have to use the faculties you should do so
before we start."

   The kids looked at each other and shrugged.  "We're good."

   "That remains to be seen, but let's begin; shall we?"

   After the kids had stripped down and were completely nude the man
gripped them by the upper arms and appeared to be steering them where he
wanted them with little regard to their comfort.

   "What do you think you're doing?" I jolted.  "Be gentle.  They'll do
what you want, just tell them."

   I saw Mark look up and glare at the man and he in turn relented.  "Yes
of course.  Forgive me." Yet still he looked at Mark and not at me when he
did.  This didn't sit well with me.

   "He's not their father.  I am."

   "Forgive me." The man relented again.

   Mark came up to me and still holding his magazine nudged me out into the
hall.  Once the door was closed he said.  "Chuck I understand how that must
have felt, but...  Let's put it this way.  Have you have been in sports in
school?"

   "Yeah." I steamed.

   "The coach didn't always talk to you with kit gloves did he?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I mean didn't the coach yell at you when you did something wrong... 
Maybe even called you names?"

   "Well yeah." I relented.

   "This is the same thing.  You have to understand these teachers are like
coaches.  Sometimes to get what they want they don't think about the
feelings of the models.  Sometimes you have to treat the models with a
degree of contempt so that they don't have time to think about what they
are supposed to be doing."

   I thought for a minute and sighed.  "I understand."

   "If it makes things easier you can take a walk for an hour, but you
can't interfere anymore."

   "No...  I'll be ok."

   "Good.  Then let's get back in there."

   When we came back into the room the kids were standing next to each
other and the teacher was waiting expectantly.

   "It's ok." Mark told him.  "Continue."

   "Fine then." Then he placed his finger back on his chin and circled the
children thinking.

   An idea struck him and he snapped his fingers in enlightenment.  "I
think yes...  Puppy love."

   "Puppy love?" Sue choked.

   The man spun around and barked at Mark.  "Is this going to happen all
day?"

   "No." I sang and with a look of foreboding to my dear wife I added. 
"We're staying out of it."

   He then maneuvered the kids to face each other and instructed.  "Look
into each other's eyes."

   "Hmm." He thought out loud.  "The boy seems a little shorter than the
girl.  Somehow that don't look right."

   A young man of about twenty-five spoke up and said.  "Excuse me."

   "Yes, yes what is it?"

   "We'll I'm a pediatrician and I know for a fact that they are the
proportions they should be at their age.  Girls always mature a little
faster than boys."

   "Yes, yes I know this, but I don't think it looks right." Then he
gruffly gripped the kids by the arm and manipulated them to sit and then
without speaking he had them each lay on their left hips facing each other
in a sprawled out embrace.  "There, now I want you two to come in very
close like you are going to kiss."

   Again Sue came forward to protest, but I stopped her and whispered.  "He
wants them to look like they are kissing."

   "Besides" Mark added in a whisper.  "No one will know they are brother
and sister."

   Reluctantly, Sue leaned back and we both watched with great interest and
in moments the scene looked as natural as could be even if you did know the
models were brother and sister, it still looked natural and admittedly
erotic as hell.

   The kids sat like that for a while and absolutely drove me wild with
lust.  I mean I couldn't believe they were in fact siblings, much less my
own kids.  "Holy crap!" I hissed while having uncontrollable erect thrusts
in my seat.

   From where we sat it looked as though the kids were embraced in their
first kiss.  I mean all I could see was the back of Andrew's head and the
top half of Angela's face.

   We sat and watched with no further interference for an hour and slowly
during that time the two siblings stayed as still as they could given the
circumstances.  However when they did move they moved in either very
sensual manors or very cautious, I couldn't tell which.

   At time Andrew slid his hand down Angela's back or upper arm as if
caressing her lovingly.  Perhaps that was my imagination I don't know, but
at times it looked like Angela did the same thing as they stared lovingly
in each other's eyes.

   The kids took an hour break and Mark took them to get something to snack
on while Sue and I were settled into much the same pose only we were more
freely posed in a more erotic fashion.  Luckily we were smashed body to
body so that my raging erection couldn't be seen by any of the students. 
On the other hand I admitted to myself that I would have not had a problem
with it being in pain view for some reason.

   We went through four alternating sessions like that, but it seemed to me
like the kids were the main focus of the entire day.

   Chapter 7 Unexpected Effect

   In the cab on the way back from the art school we had a nondescript
family meeting.  We kept what we had done elusive to the driver, but I had
asked everyone, but nobody specific.  "Well, what did you think?"

   Andrew shrugged in a non-committal way and Angela hummed.  "It wasn't so
bad." But Sue just smiled and let her eyes drift down to my crotch.

   "What?" I asked almost bashfully.

   "Wait till I get you back to our room and I'll let you know."

   "Oh really?" I buffed up.

   A light of understanding seemed to overcome the twins and they both just
rolled their eyes in playful disgust.

   True to her word as soon as we reached the hotel Sue grabbed my wrist
and practically drug me to the elevator and once the doors shut she leapt
into my arms and used her legs to clutch around my waist.  I in turn
wrapped my arms around her ass as if I were holding a large toddler.

   "Oh my god guys." Angel miffed.

   "Yeah!" Andrew agreed with some degree of disgust.  "Get a room."

   "We have a room and we intend on using it too." Sue blatantly gloated
over her shoulder.  This was not at all how Sue normally acted around the
kids, but I wasn't about to complain.

   When the doors opened I carried my wife down the hall towards our room
and before turning the jog in the hall I stopped and said.  "Andrew reach
in my pocket and get the card key to the room."

   I figured it was safe because my erection was leaning to the right side
of my pants, but when Andrew reached in my left pocket it was empty.

   I was going to hold Sue up with my left arm in order to reach in my
other rather crowded pocket.  She was after all clutching me tightly, so
there was no fear of me dropping her, but Andrew had darted around to my
other side and was reaching in my pocket before I could react.

   His slim fingers slipped in just to his knuckles, but then his
fingertips were blocked by a hard and yet soft obstruction which seemed to
perplex him for a moment.  He looked into my eyes almost in confusion while
his fingers continued to jab and probe over and around my fabric covered
cock.  Perhaps he thought he could dislodge the object whatever it was.

   However, in a breath of comprehension he maneuvered his fingers up and
over my eight inch member while never losing eye contact with me and to his
credit he never let on as to what he was feeing.  With some effort he dug
deep and gripped his middle and forefingers finger around the key.  (After
all there wasn't room for him to do any real clutching in my now tight
pants.) Then he slowly started to withdraw his hand.

   Now, it may have been my imagination coupled with wishful thinking, but
his little hand seemed to take far longer on the way out than it took on
its way in.  Still, he never made any facial expressions to indicate
whether he was repulsed or titillated by the little adventure.  All I know
is that it exhilarated me to the point where I almost ejaculated in my own
pants.

   At this point all I had on my mind was to get to our room where I would
ravish my wife like she was never ravished before, but as soon as we
rounded the bend in the hallway we found Chris sitting naked on the floor
by our door with his knees up, his arms folded over them and his head
resting on his forearms like he had been waiting there all day.

   "Chris?" I stammered with butterflies in my stomach because his sweet
hairless balls; which were rather nice sized for his age were visible under
his up-crooked legs and almost touching the floor.

   He looked up at me, smiled then got to his feet.  "It's about time you
got back."

   "What are you doing here?" I asked still holding my wife.

   He shrugged and said.  "Just got bored and wanted to hang out." He
paused a moment and then opened a cigarette pack and inside he pulled out a
plastic baggie.  "Wan' a get high?"

   I was just about to protest profusely, but again before I could say a
word, Sue jolted with.  "Hell to the yes we do."

   "What?" I spat in disbelief.

   She giggled and said.  "Oh come on Chuck, you know we do it whenever the
kids aren't around."

   "Yeah but...(No use denying it in front of the kids now.) Like you
said...  Never around the kids."

   "We never used to let the kids see us naked before, but things have
changed." She reasoned.  "I never wanted to be our parents anyway."

   In frustration I barked at Andrew.  "Just open the door!"

   I could tell the kids were nervous, especially when Andrew fumbled with
the lock, but I would feel a whole lot better holding this conversation
behind closed doors.

   Once the door was opened I carried Sue in and everyone followed.  As I
was putting Sue down Chris blatantly rushed in and rushed to the coffee
table.  He sat on the floor and started cleaning the pot.

   "What are you doing?" I protested.

   "Oh relax." Sue chimed and started undressing.

   Oddly enough the kids also started stripping even without being told
too. Then they too sat Indian style on either side of Chris and watched him
intently.

   "I think you two better go for a swim." I strongly suggested.

   "We wan' a stay." Angela beamed.

   "Yeah dad.  Not like we never knew that you smoked pot.  Besides I wan'
a try it." Andrew chimed almost drooling.

   "Wait a minute." I spat firmly.

   "They can try it." Sue calmly said.

   "What's gotten into you?" I asked.

   "Noting...  Life...  I don't know...  Just relax you old fuddy-duddy. 
I`m tired of my family living secret lives.  We need to do more things as a
family"

   "This isn't exactly a game of Monopoly."

   Before I knew it Chris had rolled a rather professional looking joint.
He held it and a yellow Bic(TM) up to me and coaxed me with those damned
brilliant eyes to light it up.  I studied it for a moment and decided that
it did look rather delicious.  Also, at that point I was deciding that I
liked the attitude Sue started taking about all of this.

   Reluctantly and yet eagerly I fired it up and inhaled it deeply.  I
chocked and withheld a cough then passed it back to Chris.  He rather
expertly pulled in some smoke and held it in his lungs, then confusingly
tried to decide who to hand it to and with Sue's nod towards Andrew, Chris
passed it to him.

   "Keep it clockwise to save confusion." She suggested.  "Angela come and
sit by me." Angela then got up and sat next to Sue and then Sue suggested I
get undressed.

   I watched intently as Andrew studied the joint and tentatively sucked in
what I thought to be his first joint, but to my surprise he did it in much
the same fashion as Chris.  It was more than obvious he wasn't as innocent
as I had always assumed he was.

   "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked as my pants hit the floor
forgetting about my raging hard on, then I kicked out of them leaving them
where they lie.

   He just shrugged and handed it over to his sister.  "Kids at school."

   Since I wasn't wearing underwear Chris's eyes seemed glued on my dick
like he was starving for it and I just wished he could be more covert.  He
looked like a kid pressing his forehead against a candy store's window.

   Angela on the other hand obviously wasn't as experienced as her twin. 
She rather nervously looked at the joint and it took some nudging by her
mother to try it.  She didn't pull much and instantly she started choking
and gagging.  Then as if she couldn't get it out of her hand fast enough
she passed it to her mother still choking and shaking her head no.

   By the time Sue took a pull I was starting to feel the affects and I had
to admit it was very good stuff.  I looked at the small pile of pot next to
the seeds and it looked a greenish gray.

   "Stuff's pretty white huh?" Chris asked with a knowing smile.

   "Yeah it is.  It also looks expensive.  How did you get it?"

   "My mom."

   "Won't she miss it?" I asked.

   "She's the one who bought it for me."

   As the joint was being passed back to me Chris started to roll another
and I looked down between his legs and couldn't help but admire how his
dick head had stretched up past his belly button and a clear droplet of
pre-cum dribbled down the bottom of his shaft.  It wasn't real thick like
mine, but it had some good length to it and his pubic hair or what little
he had was absolutely adorable.

   This had the affect of me unconsciously squeezing my ass cheeks forcing
more blood into my cock which in turn thrust my rod blatantly into
everyone's view.  It was as if my dick was screaming for attention from
someone...  ANYONE!  Yet, I was past the stage of humiliation or even as
much as bashfulness, so I was a lot more comfortable around my kids with it
as well.  Funny thing was I hadn`t even realized it till it was too late
and the deed was done.

   "Why don't you sit down?" Asked Sue and I don't know why I did it, but I
just flopped down right next to Chris.  It never even occurred to me to sit
next to Sue.

   Suddenly I realized that me and Chris weren't the only ones with boners.
Andrew had a nice one going himself.  Though his was considerably smaller
than ours, it still looked delicious.

   I wasn't the only one who noticed it either.  I looked over to Angela
and caught her giving it a couple glances as well.  I almost freaked about
it too, but then I figured the best way to deal with it was to ignore it
completely.

   Suddenly Sue spoke and shocked me with.  "God damn you boys look good!"

   "What?" I coughed, but I wasn't the only one who was caught off guard.
Both Andrew and Chris looked flabbergasted.

   "I said all you boys look hot as hell." Sue reiterated.  "Stand up and
let us girls get a good look at you?"

   "Yeah dad." Angela giggled.

   It only took a second for the request to register to Chris and he
instantly and quite proudly rose to his feet and standing with arms spread
wide apart started rotating in place.  He had no problems in giving the
girls a good look even though his dick was now so hard it leaked pre-cum
like a faucet.

   Surprisingly enough Andrew soon giggled and followed Chris's lead.  In
fact they held hands and twirled each other as if showing each other off in
dance.

   After some coaxing from the boys I too stood up and for some reason I
wasn't even embarrassed about my own erection.  Then both boys whispered in
each other's ear and then they came to me and each cupped a hand and hefted
my balls high in the air.  "Get a good look girls."

   Maybe it was the pot, but we all laughed and had a good time before
suddenly and I can't remember how it happened, but we were all crowded on
the couch giggling, laughing and caressing each other's bodies.

   In moments the giggling had slowed till only heavy breathing could be
heard and smiles had turned to serious petting.  It had gone from
jovialness to roving hands in exploratory glee in a matter of moments. 
There were no protests, just acceptance of what each wanted to do.  My
hands were a wash in soft silky skin and it didn't matter who I was
touching.  I lavished in all of them.

   All I knew was that my hands were freely gliding over soft flesh and
other's hands were gliding over mine.  We must have looked like a cubby of
wintering snakes hibernating.

   Chris got squeezed off the couch and then he got to his knees right
before me and Angela, his left hand glided up her leg and his right hand
slid up mine at the same time till they reached our sexes and there wasn't
one hint of bashfulness as he grabbed my dick and slid his finger right in
my daughter's hairless snatch and suddenly Angela's legs darted apart
giving him free access.

   Chris fiddled with it, but seemed more interested in my dick as he
slowly lowered his head towards it.  Soon I was feeling his warm moist
breath as his mouth hovered surrounding it, but not touching.

   I glanced over at Sue who was manually manipulating Andrew towards us as
if slowly suggesting that he join us guys.  He seemed half adverse to the
idea, but she slid her hand slowly and seductively up his spine and when
she reached his head she almost forcefully guided him to kneel down next to
Chris.  She then slid her hand down his shoulder and then slowly down his
arm till she reached his elbow and softly gripping it she nudged his arm so
his hand lowered over my balls.

   In only a breath he began tenderly touching and petting my scrotum at
the same time Chris engulfed my cock in his warm, moist mouth.  He didn't
add suction yet.  He just seemed to lavish having my cock in his youthful
mouth and allowed his spit to coat my shaft.  His tongue flailed freely
licking the length while Andrew's hand slicked up from the excess.

   Then Chris sucked out the air and glided up and down my shaft only a few
times.  Just enough to get me to involuntarily lurch up and then when I
relaxed back to the couch he lifted his head and looked at Andrew
expectantly.  Tentatively the younger boy lowered over his father's cock
and accepted it into his mouth.  One more involuntary heft up with my hips
and I unloaded right into my son's unsuspecting mouth.

   He gagged and almost appeared to want to puke, but Chris held his head
down and whispered seductively in his ear.  "You can do it.  Swallow it
all...  That's it...  See it's not so bad is it?"

   My son surprisingly shook his head no and continued to suck and lap at
my shaft and even darted his tongue down to lick up any drips which escaped
from his overflowing lips.  That's when Chris got to his knees and steered
his own cock so it was up against mine and Andrew filled his mouth with
both of our cocks at the same time for a moment before releasing mine to
concentrate his time on Chris's.

   Mumbling caught my attention, so I looked over to where Sue had her legs
darted up in the air and her hands were clamped around the head of our
daughter.  She was breathing deeply as words forced their way up.  "That's
it baby...  Oh yes...  Suck mommies clit!"

   Suddenly there was a knock at the door and we heard Mark cough.  No
words were spoken, but we all darted to our perspective rooms where we
grabbed a towel each to dry with.  Meanwhile Chris picked up the living
room from all of our clothes and brought them to the master bedroom.

   I opened the sliding door as wide as I could and praying for the best I
opened the hall door to an inpatient looking Mark.  "What took you so
long?" Then he sniffed, grinned and said.  "Oh."

   I can't even imagine the guilt that had to be written all over my face.

   "Well..." Mark huffed seeming a little out of sorts.  "We have some
issues we need to contend with."

   "Is this about the way we acted at the art school?" I asked.

   "Yes and no." He said and at that Chris took the cue and politely
excused himself.  "It has to do with rigidity." He answered while laying
out his towel to sit on the sofa."

   "Rigidity?" I asked thinking only to look down to see if I was still
stiff or what.

   "Do the kids need to be here for this meeting?" Sue asked.

   Mark thought for a moment and uneasily answered.  "Well I don't know
really.  It has to do with how they perform on camera, but it can be
discussed by you later I suppose.  First I want to ask them something."

   He looked at the kids and asked.  "How do you like modeling so far?"

   Still stoned off their asses they smiled and said in unison.  "It's
cool, we love it."

   "Well the one point that I wanted to talk about is how rigid and
unnatural you all are while modeling nude.  Now I know this is new for you,
but we need for all of you to at least appear to be comfortable.  You
really have to work on that."

   "Well how many of these kinds of gigs do we have to do?" Sue asked.

   Mark thought for a moment...  I guessed on how to word what he had to
say .  "The thing is there is a lot of competition out there, just like any
profession.  Models are a dime a dozen and I'm sure you know that right?"

   "Sure." I answered.

   "So the trick is to offer a product that most other models won't offer,
and you all have such beautiful bodies that I believe that is your best
asset and since my job is to sell you as a product I have to sell what I
know to be your best aspects."

   He got more comfortable and continued.  "Think of it like a car
salesman. "If I were selling Ferrari's I would be selling high performance
right?"

   "Yeah." We all agreed wondering where he was going with this.

   "If I were selling Rolls Royce's I would be selling?" He asked the kids.

   "Umm luxury?" Andrew asked in a knowing way.

   "Exactly; and I would like to be selling high performance luxury cars.
What I mean by that is I want to be selling Mercedes and at the moment all
I have to sell is...  Lexus."

   "What?" We all asked confused.

   "You're all a bit too...  rigid, nervous, scared.  You all need to learn
to loosen up and relax.  I need all of you to give the director what he
wants without thinking about it.  It reminds me of Star Wars when Yoda said
do or do not...  there is no try."

   Having no reaction Mark clasped his hands, leaned forward and started to
explain what he wanted and from us in the future.  We were about to be
delicately schooled in the art of art.



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