Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Wilkins (Exh, MF, mf, Fm, Mf, Oral, Inc) By Knightwolf (OddR) r13579@outlook.com Part 1: The Beginning Joann prided herself on always being up to date on the newest self-help books. Her bookshelves were filled with all of the past best sellers, particularly those that dealt with child rearing and family enrichment. Even so, she was a little apprehensive about buying the newest book to hit the shelves. Truth is, she had decided not to buy it at all until she saw a raving review on the Today Show while fixing breakfast for her husband and four kids one morning. Surely if the Today Show approved, it had to be good. When the author showed up on Oprah, her decision was made. "Thank God for Amazon.com," she thought to herself as she placed the order. Somehow she just didn't think Mrs. Simpson at the Mansfield Corner Bookstore would understand. Four days later it arrived. Casual Family Nudity: The Answer to Today's Problems Joann and Robert Wilkins were about as average as any family can be. White. Suburban. Conservative. Republican. Robert, 35, was an accountant at a local manufacturing company. Joann, 34, had been a nurse until five years ago when she was finally able to quit and be a stay at home mom. They had three daughters: Kristy - 14, Jenny - 11, and Lynn - 9. Kevin, their son, was 13. With four kids moving into their teen years, all the normal teen problems were rearing their ugly heads. Fights were increasing as Kristy and Kevin began asserting their independence. Schedules seemed to be squeezing family time into nonexistence. Sex was virtually a memory. On those few nights when Robert and Joann actually went to bed at the same time they were usually too tired to do more than kiss goodnight. As with most families, modesty wasn't a big deal. It just happened. The girls sometimes ran around on weekends in pajamas or long nightshirts. Occasionally Kevin would walk to the bathroom in just his jockey shorts early in the morning. Joann usually wore her nightgown and robe (the long zip up kind) until the kids left for school. Robert was always dressed. Nudity simply did not happen. Joann hid the book until Robert and the kids left for work and school the next day. She started reading a little after 8:00 AM on Friday morning. Joann became so engrossed in the book that she was surprised when the front door slammed shut, announcing the return of the kids. She was fascinated. Intrigued. Hooked. The author had completed dozens of studies of families just like hers. Conservative. Kids. Sexless marriages. Families caught in the rush of everyday life but devoid of joy or happiness. Every study, every single one, suggested that casual family nudity solved a myriad of problems. Communication improved. Self-image improved. Sex life improved. Family time increased. Teenage pregnancies decreased. Joann, sweet little conservative Republican Joann, was hooked. Casual Family Nudity: The Answer to Today's Problems was the answer to her family's problems. Saturday morning Joann gave Robert the book and demanded that he read it immediately. Now, Robert had been married to Joann for fifteen years. He knew his wife. He knew that when she demanded he do something then he damn well better do it. Shutting himself in his office, he settled down and read the book. Robert learned to speed read when he was sixteen. In less than ninety minutes he closed the book and leaned back in his easy chair to digest what he had just read. Obviously Joann was interested in trying this. Now he had to decide if he wanted to do it. He could say no and Joann would begrudgingly accept it. Or he could say yes and have the opportunity to require his daughters to be nude whenever at home. An angry wife or a nude teenage girl. Decisions. Decisions. He called Joann in and they shut the door. "What did you think," she asked, apprehensively. "It sounded good," he replied. "But it's a little radical." "I know. But Robert, I'm scared. Every single problem he described we have. Our kids are growing more and more distant. We hardly ever talk anymore." "Do you really think that nudism will solve all these problems?" he asked. "I don't know," she whispered. "But I think we should try it... Do you?" "I don't know. If we do it I think we have to follow it completely. All of his studies show that a half-hearted attempt causes more problems than it solves." "Yea. I know." "Joann, you're here more than I am. It hits you more than anyone. You have to be nude whenever you're at home, no matter who's here, no matter what's happening. Are you really willing to do that?" "Robert, if it'll save this family I'll do anything." "What about the chapters on sex?" he asked. "Joann, you don't even like the lights on. He says we can't close the doors. And what about the open masturbation?" "Robert, I know," she replied. "I know it'll be hard. But, Robert, he convinced me. You know how many of these books I've read. Most of them are nothing more than psychobabble. But this one is different. The data is real. The studies are in depth. I'm absolutely convinced that, radical as it is, this book has the answer for this family." "OK. I'm willing. But if we do it we have to go all the way. No backing out. No bending the rules. This book will be our Bible." "You're right. Let's do it!" They took a deep breath and walked into the living room. It was 11:15 on a Saturday morning. Kristy had just gotten up. She was sitting at the dining room table eating a bowl of cereal and reading Teen Cosmo. She wore long pajama bottoms and a sports bra/t shirt. Jenny, in shorts and a t shirt, and Lynn, in a long night shirt and panties, were curled up on the couch watching Spongebob Squarepants. Kevin was upstairs in his room watching wrestling, wearing jeans a t shirt. Robert called up to Kevin and Joann gathered all the kids around the dining room table. "Kids, we have an announcement to make," began Robert. "I'm not really sure where to begin..." "We've read a new book about family enrichment," piped up Joann, "and we've decided we're going to follow its guidelines." "OK," responded Kristy. "So let me guess. We have to eat supper together every evening and tuck each other in bed at night?" The other girls laughed. "It's not 'The Book' is it?" asked Kevin apprehensively. "I don't know, Kevin," responded his father. " What is 'The Book'?" "Doug's mother read a book about nudism and now he has to strip every time he goes home!" "What? No Way!" screamed Jenny. "Really?" laughed Kristy. "Maybe I should start walking home with him. We could stop by his house for a Coke on the way!" "What does he think of it?" asked their mother. "O My God!" said Jenny. "That is what you're talking about!" "Jenny, don't cuss!" barked Robert. "You are, aren't you?" demanded Kevin. "You're not serious, are you?" asked Kristy. "What? I don't understand?" whined Lynn. Everybody was talking at once. "Enough!" demanded Robert. "Be quiet! We can't all talk at once." Everyone settle down. "Now then. Yes. That is the book we're talking about. It's called Casual Family Nudity and it seems to solve a lot of problems that families are facing." "But..." "Enough! Don't interrupt me! You'll all get a chance to speak. Kevin, what does Doug think about it? "I don't know," he replied after a moment's hesitation. "He doesn't talk about it much." "How'd you find out?" Robert asked. "He was sick a couple of weeks ago and I had to take his homework to him. His mom answered the door naked! I didn't know what to do, but she invited me in as though she was fully dressed. Sent me right up to Doug's room. He was in bed but was really embarrassed that I'd seen his mother naked. "Anyway, he told me all about it. Said everyone had to be naked whenever they were at home for more than a few minutes. I told him I didn't know how he could do that. He said it was really tough at first, but that after a little while he got used to it and it was pretty cool." "Their whole family is naked?" asked Lynn. "Yea, I guess," replied Kevin. "I only saw Doug and his mom, but they both were." "Kristy? Jenny? Do y'all have anything to say?" asked Joann. They were silent for a minute. "I don't understand how being naked is going to solve all our problems," said Kristy. "I mean, we don't even have any real problems. It's not like we're the Osbornes or anything!" Joann reached over and took her hand. "Kristy, according to this book, casual nudity promotes openness and communication in the family. A totally open atmosphere means that secrets are no longer necessary." "So what do we have to do?" asked Jenny (always the practical one). Robert took a deep breath. "OK. Here's the rules. First, everyone in the family is required to be totally nude whenever they are in the house or the back yard for more than a couple of minutes, no matter who else is here. Visitors may remain dressed in whatever they are most comfortable. "Second, all the doors will be removed from every room, even the bathrooms. "Third, sexual curiosity and exploration is expected and should not be viewed as embarrassing or prohibited. You are encouraged to explore your sexuality however you feel the need." The kids stared at them in stunned silence. "What's that mean?" asked Lynn. "Which part, baby?" asked her mother encouragingly. "The last part." "It means if your naked and all the doors are gone you don't have any privacy to do... stuff," said Kristy. "It means," responded Joann, "that as you grow older you will have certain very natural questions and feelings. There's no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed about them." "To be perfectly blunt," said Robert, "it means there will be no sexual secrets in this family. You don't need to hide the fact that you masturbate. You don't need to be ashamed of it. It's a natural response to a physical need. Our door will be open as well, so you'll be able to tell when we're having sex too." "Can we..." whispered Jenny. "What Sweety?" asked her mother. "Can we... Watch?" "Well..." "Yes," replied Robert. "According to the book there are to be no sexual secretes. You may watch us. You may watch each other. This house will be totally open from this day forward." Silence. Everyone was still. Waiting. "Do we have any kind of say in the matter?" asked Kristy. "No," replied her father. "According to Dr. Levenson, children will always vote no even when they secretly want to vote yes because they are ashamed of their bodies. I'm afraid this is a decision that has been made by your mother and me." "So we have no say in the matter?" "No." Silence. "So now what?" asked Jenny. "When does this start?" "Right now," replied her mother. "According to Dr Levenson, everyone should strip one at a time, beginning with the oldest. That's you dear." Robert took a deep breath and stood up. First he pulled his t shirt off and tossed it in the corner. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down to his ankles, then sat down to pull them all the way off before standing up again. Other than his wife, only his doctor had seen him nude since he left college. Now he stood in front of his three daughters in nothing but his jockey shorts. Taking another deep breath he slid his thumbs under his waistband and dropped them to the ground. Sometimes it can be really embarrassing to be a man. Cocks seem to have minds of their own and Robert's had decided to stand up proudly in front of his offspring. Seven inches of hard flesh stood straight out, a small bead of pre-cum peaking out of the slit. Three sets of eyes as big as saucers stared at their father's cock. Other than the occasional picture, none of them had ever seen a man's organ before. Now they were staring at the giant that sired them. Robert stood uneasily before them for a moment before clearing his throat and sitting down again. "Your turn," he mumbled to his wife who also seemed to be thoroughly taken be her husband's manhood. "I have to admit," she stated, "that I got up this morning expecting to have to do this. So I sort of came prepared." With that, she unzipped her robe, slid it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the ground. In that one movement she stood before her family totally nude. Joann, like her three daughters, was petite. At age 34, her breasts, though only the size of an average apple, were still firm. Her nipples, also, seemed to want to see all the action. Below her tight stomach was a closely shaved landing strip between two velvet lips. Kevin ducked his head, embarrassed to stare too long at his mother's body. "It's your turn, dear," Joann encouraged her daughter. Without a word, she stood up and pulled her sports bra over her head. Robert let out a short gasp. Kristy had begun to develop about two years earlier. Now her breasts were succulent peaches with bright pink nipples. She slid her thumbs into the waistbands of her pajamas and panties and slid them both down at once. Standing, she stared at her father as he devoured the light brown curls between her legs. She sat down and poked her brother, who seemed to have become paralyzed. "Go ahead, son," his father said. "You can do it." Kevin's hands were trembling as he pulled his t shirt off. At thirteen, he was at that awkward stage between a boy and a man. His shoulders were just beginning to broaden but his arms and chest were still thin like a child's. By now his hands were shaking so much he had trouble unbuttoning his jeans. Finally he got them open and pulled them down, stepping out of them at the same time. His underwear tented suggestively with a large wet spot at the peak. His long thin cock poked straight out as his shorts hit the floor, a thin stream of pre-cum dangled six inches off the head. Embarrassed, he quickly sat down, covered by the table from the staring eyes of his sisters. With absolutely no hesitation, Jenny stood up, pulled her t shirt off and dropped her shorts and white cotton panties, then stood still for her family to examine her. Her breasts were just beginning to ripen, large soft grapes about to burst on the vine. Small wisps of light brown, almost white, curls were just beginning to sprout around her bare pussy. Grinning, she sat down and looked at Lynn. Lynn, at 9, was the baby of the family. As such, she had always been more comfortable in various stages of undress in front of other family members. Until just a few years ago her mother had bathed her with the door open. Her father and brother had both seen her totally nude periodically until the last year or two. It wasn't at all unusual for her to walk through the house in nothing but her panties. She stood up, pulled off her nightshirt and dropped her underpants. Realizing that everyone was staring at her, she suddenly became self-conscious and sat down, embarrassed. Everyone sat around the table, not sure where to look. Kevin's eyes kept crawling over to his mother's bare breasts. Kristy was staring at her father, frustrated because all she could see was his chest. No one seemed ready to forsake the relative cover of the table. After what seemed like hours, Joann finally said, "Well now, that wasn't so hard now was it? One or two cleanliness issues. We need to all use towels on the chairs so that they don't get dirty. Also, you each need to be very careful to wash yourselves thoroughly whenever you go to the restroom. I'll buy some special wipes that will help in that area. "Other than that, we need to all go about our normal routine." With that she stood up. "Remember," stated Robert, "until Kevin and I get the doors off, make sure you don't shut any doors. That's part of the rules." He then stood up, still waving his hard-on like a flagpole, and strode out of the room. Joann smiled encouragingly to her four children and followed her husband. Kristy and Kevin sat in stunned silence, afraid to move. Kristy's arms were folded over her bare breasts. Kevin's cock was twitching, begging to be rubbed. Neither spoke. Neither moved. Suddenly Jenny piped up, "This is so cool!" she exclaimed. "You like this?" asked Kevin and Kristy simultaneously. "You bet!" replied Jenny enthusiastically. "I've always secretly wanted to run around the house nude. One time I left my clothes in the bedroom during my bath and had to run across the hall naked. It was so cool. Dad almost saw me. "Besides, now I get to see Kevin and Dad nude too. Amy will never believe me!" "Maybe you can bring her over to see for herself," laughed Kristy. "NO WAY!" yelled Kevin. "You can't bring anybody over!" "Oh yes we can," replied Jenny. "We're supposed to 'go about our normal routine.' That means I can invite anyone I want to!" Kevin groaned. "Kevin, can I ask you a question," whispered Lynn. "I guess," he mumbled back. "Does your thingy always stick out like that?" "No, silly," laughed Kristy. "Just when he's looking at his mother's naked tits!" "Kristy!" yelled Kevin. "Well it's true," she replied. "I thought your eyes were going to bounce right out of your head!" "So how come it's still big?" asked Lynn, peaking under the table. "Lynn! Stop peaking!" "Yea, Kevin, how come it's still big," laughed Jenny, her head now under the table as well. "Come on, Kevin, you may as well give us an anatomy lesson. We're gonna be seein' it all anyway," encouraged Kristy. "I'll show mine if you'll show yours," he challenged his older sister. "OK," she said, taking a deep breath. "May as well get this over with." She stood up, dropping her arms, revealing her bare body to her brother and sisters. "There. Now it's your turn." "Open your legs, I want to see everything." With a small tingle of excitement, she walked around the table and sat on it right in front of Kevin. She opened her legs widely and spread her lips open with her fingers. "Now let me see you," she whispered. Kevin scooted his chair back, revealing four inches of rock hard cock, pre cum dripping down the shaft. "What's that stuff leaking out of it," asked Jenny, breathlessly kneeling beside him. "It's just stuff that comes out when I get excited," he groaned. Kristy was rubbing her finger up and down her slit. Kevin stared, mouth open. "Go ahead, masturbate," she whispered. Kevin touched his cock, making it jump in anticipation. Kristy slipped a finger inside her pussy and Kevin erupted. Strings of cum flew high into air, landing on Kristy's thigh and on the table between her legs. One spurt hit high on her pussy and dripped down into her wet slit. With a moan, Kristy slid another finger inside and rubbed her clit with her thumb as she shuddered in her own climax. Lynn and Jenny just knelt there, staring in fascination. "Wow!" muttered Kevin. "Yea. Wow," replied Kristy. "I think I could get used to this," Kevin whispered. Kristy reached behind her for the paper napkin holder in the middle of the table. "Where are Mom and Dad?" Lynn asked, still whispering. Kristy looked at Kevin and grinned. "Probably upstairs doing it!" Without a word, they all ran for the stairs. The kids stopped at the open door of their parent's room, peaking in, afraid to say anything or go any further. On the bed their parents were wrapped in ecstasy. Joann was on her back, her legs wrapped around her husband's waist while he pumped in and out of her soaking wet pussy. "We have an audience," she whispered in his ear. Robert pushed back and started to roll over. "Get out..." he began. Joann's legs locked tighter around him as she interrupted. "No. Let them stay. They have to see sometime." With that she rolled him over so that she was on top. He looked into her face and she nodded. "Be still," she whispered. Standing up on the bed, she turned around and squatted over her husband, looking at her children, inviting them in with her eyes. Reaching between her wide open thighs, she gripped Robert's cock and placed it against her pussy, then sank down one it, feeling the entire shaft slide into her. She hadn't fucked like this in ten years, but her aerobics were paying off. Balanced on her toes she raised herself up until just the head was inside her, then lowered herself down. A large mirror over the dresser against the wall allowed her to see everything her children were seeing. Her dark hair was flowing down her back. Sweat trickled between her aroused breasts. Her legs were spread as far as she could spread them. She could see Robert's cock slide out as she rose, and get sucked back in as she sank down again. All four kids crept silently into the room for a closer view. Jenny knelt right in front, fascinated as her father's rock hard cock slid inside her mother. Lynn stood to the side, hesitant, with wonder on her face. Kevin, hard again, was unconsciously rubbing his young cock while his eyes attempted to leap out of his face. Kristy, meanwhile, walked to the side of the bed so her father could see her. Looking at her, eyes burning with fire, he held out his hand. Unsure of what might happen next, she climbed onto the bed on her knees and rubbed her dripping pussy As his daughter's fingers slipped into her pussy, Robert grabbed his wife's waist and pushed her down onto his cock while pushing his hips up, forcing himself deep into her pussy. With a loud moan he shot his cum into her. Joann screamed as her own climax rocketed through her body. Their bodies melted together, grinding against each other, trying desperately to become one. Kevin's cum shot straight out, at least four feet, like only a young teenager's can. Kristy pumped her fingers into her wet twat, staring into her father's eyes as he feasted on his daughter's sexuality. Her whole body shook in total abandon. Lynn and Jenny, copying Kristy, were both feverishly rubbing their bare clit as they felt the thrill of their first sexual climax flow over them. Slowly the family came back to earth. Joann saw herself in the mirror, legs splayed wide open, cum leaking out of her pussy around her husband's shrinking cock. Sweat dripping off her nipples. She slipped Robert's cock out of her and leaned back onto the bed, cuddling into his bare chest. She quietly surveyed her four naked children. Kevin was still standing by the bed, uncertain of what to do next. His cock was shrinking back to its normal size, though white beads were still leaking out. Jenny continued to kneel at the foot of the bed, looking right into her parents' open crotches. Lynn stood on the other side of the bed, still softly fingering her young slit. Kristy was just now coming down off of her climax, fingers still shoved into her pussy, juice flowing down her thighs. "I don't remember this chapter in the book," laughed Robert. "I think this may just be the beginning," sighed his wife as she motioned for her kids to join them. Kristy nestled her body against Robert's other side. Kevin climbed up beside his mother. Jenny and Lynn crowded in around them. "Yes," grinned her husband, "I think this book may solve all our problems." Part 2 The Wilkins were a little embarrassed at how quickly their experience had turned sexual. Dr. Levenson had not discussed the incestual implications of family nudity beyond demanding that sexual openness be encouraged. Regardless, both Robert and Joann already felt that their family was closer than they had ever been before. Later that afternoon the entire family, still nude, had worked together to remove all the doors in the house. The only doors left when they finished were the front and back doors. Even closet doors had been removed so that there was truly nowhere to hide from curious eyes. For what seemed the first time in ages they all sat down together to eat a home cooked dinner and discuss the day. Even the TV was left off. Suddenly Joann went deadly pale. "What's wrong, dear," asked Robert. "O no!" whispered his wife. "O no!" "What's wrong?" Robert repeated, becoming concerned. "I totally forgot. The pastor and his family are coming over for dinner tomorrow after church!" The whole family was deathly silent. They'd only been nude around each other for a few hours. They all knew there would be times when friends would show up, but they were hoping to have a little more time to get used to the idea. And the pastor! Of all people. This just couldn't happen! "Just call and cancel," suggested Jenny. "No," replied her father. "We can't do that. The book is very clear that we must do everything we normally would. We cannot change our plans." "Let's just take them out to dinner," responded Kristy. "Then we never have to come home." "That won't work, either," said Robert. "They're coming to watch the football game. You know what a big Cowboys fan Pastor Scott is." "Just explain what we're doing," piped up Kevin. "I'm sure when you tell him he'll agree that it's better not to come over." "Dr. Levenson forbids us to mention our nudity to anyone," replied Joann. "He says that nudity should become so natural that we don't even think about mentioning it to others. Honey, maybe, just this once we can ignore the rules and stay dressed for dinner tomorrow." "No," said Robert. "Don't you see, if we're willing to break the rules this early there's no way we'll stick to them in the future? We agreed that we were going to follow this book as though it was the Bible. I don't want to do this tomorrow any more than y'all do, but I'm afraid we have no choice. The pastor and his family will be here tomorrow for lunch and we will be nude, just as we are supposed to be." The family grew silent. It was hard enough seeing each other nude. Now one of the leaders in their community was going to see them nude as well. And his wife. And his 17 year old son. And his 13 year old daughter. And his 5 year old daughter. How were they ever going to survive? Sunday morning after breakfast they all dressed for church. They felt a little odd. It was the first time any of them had worn clothes since the morning before. Truth is, they may as well have stayed home. None of them heard anything in either Sunday School or Church. They were too worried about lunch. The doorbell rang. Robert looked at Joann. Taking a deep breath, he walked to the door - nude. He'd never opened the front door nude in his entire life. He'd never even been seen nude by anyone other than his wife and doctor since college - until yesterday when he undressed in front of his children. His pastor's family was on the other side of that door. His hand trembled as he opened the door and forced himself to step around it and greet his guests. "Hello Scott, Mary Ann. Come in." This would have made a great Candid Camera sequence. The pastor's jaw dropped open. His wife's eyeballs almost popped out of her head. His 13 year old daughter, Sara, turned scarlet but couldn't raise her eyes above his waist. Benjamin, the 17 year old son, flipped his long hair back and grinned. In a loud whisper Becky, the 5 year old, said, "Mommy! I can see his ding-dong!" Time seemed to stand still as the family stared at the nude man standing before them. "H H Have we caught you at a bad time," Scott stammered. Joann, stepping around her husband, replied, "No. No. We've been expecting you. Please come in. Dinner's almost ready." Not knowing what else to do, they all entered the house and made their way to the living room. "Pastor, why don't you and I go into my office so I can explain a little about what's going on," Robert invited. Somehow Robert felt safer in his office, using his desk to shield his nudity. "What is this all about?" demanded Scott. Robert handed him the book. "We've read this book and decided to follow it's guidelines. His studies show that casual family nudity brings families closer together. No other single action has such a positive impact on a family." "I see," Scott replied. "Don't you think you could have warned me before Becky - you know - saw your 'ding dong'?" "We couldn't. The basic premise of the book is that nudity should be so casual that it is not mentioned to others. Nudity is simply a lifestyle and shouldn't be viewed as evil or sexual. "We just started this yesterday, but it's already working. For the first time in ages we all sat down to dinner last night and had a real conversation. At least until Joann remembered that y'all were coming today." The minister remained silent. "Scott, you've been our pastor for five years. I love and respect you. I'm sorry I put you in this position. I'll tell Joann you can't stay." "No, Robert. Wait. "Robert, we've been friends a long time. Tell me. Is this real?" "What do you mean? You think this is a joke?" "No, no. Is this book real? Do you really think it'll work? Do you really think that your family will grow closer together because of what you're doing?" "I don't know, Scott," he replied. "I've read the book. I've analyzed his studies. They make sense. But like everything else, it doesn't work for everyone. It's just that Joann and I have seen Kristy and Kevin growing away from us and we're afraid of what may be influencing them at school. "Joann reads a ton of self-help books, but this one seems different. We decided we had to do it to save our family. And we had to go all the way. The one sure path to failure, according to Dr. Levenson, is to only partially follow his plan. It's either all or nothing. That's why we couldn't cancel or even tell you about this before you got here." "What does the book say about what guests are expected to wear?" "Oh Pastor, you don't need to undress. You're welcome to wear whatever you feel most comfortable in! Dr. Levenson stresses that it is entirely up to the guest what he or she will wear when visiting." "Robert, we're not going to leave. I'd like to have dinner with y'all and see first hand how this works," said Scott. "And Robert? Can I borrow this book? You see, Ben fights with Mary Ann and me all the time and I feel like I'm losing Sara too. I'm at the end of my rope. I think I'm willing to try anything." "Sure, Scott. You can borrow it." Smiling, they walked out of the office and into the living room. A living room as silent as a tomb. Mary Ann, Sara, and Becky were all sitting quietly on the couch. Sara and Becky were both staring at their shoes. Mary Ann was staring straight ahead, refusing to look at anyone else in the room. Joann, Kristy, Jenny, and Lynn were all bustling about in the kitchen (which was open to the living room). Ben was leaning back in the recliner staring hungrily at the four nude bodies in front of him. Kevin was nowhere to be seen. "Scott, are you ready to go?" Mary Ann asked coldly. "We're not leaving, Mary Ann," Scott replied. "Robert, may I borrow your office for a moment?" "Sure," he replied. "Mary Ann, we need to talk." Turning, he led her into Robert's office. "Kevin! Get down here," bellowed Robert as he sat down in the chair across from Ben, keenly aware that the two girls on the couch were no longer staring at their shoes. Robert turned on the game and leaned back in the chair as Kevin slunk into the room. With a look of panic in his eyes he realized that the only seat available was on the couch next to Sara. He sat down as far away from her as he could and stared fixedly at the TV as the Cowboys threw an interception. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Sara staring at his cock. And, God forbid, his cock started to respond! Kevin felt like he was outside his body watching in utter terror as his cock expanded and hardened under her widening stare. Should he cover up? No, then it would look like he was masturbating! Should he leave? There was nowhere to go. So he just sat there with a raging hard-on as the girl who sat two seats behind him in math stared at it. And so they sat. Robert watching the game and refusing to look at the girls on the couch. Ben watching the girls in the kitchen. Kevin pretending to watch the TV while watching Sara out of the corner of his eye. Sara staring unashamedly at Kevin. Becky staring at Robert. And all of them pretending like nothing unusual was going on. For five minutes. Five very long minutes. Scott and Mary Ann walked out of the office with tears in their eyes just as Joann announced that lunch was ready. Robert turned off the game and strode into the dining room, followed closely by all the others. Kevin brought up the rear, his cock still pointing rigidly in front of him. Unfortunately for Kevin, their dining room couldn't hold eleven people so Lynn, Jenny, Kristy, Sara, and Kevin had to crowd around their dinette table in the breakfast nook. The glass dinette table. The glass dinette table in a different room away from the parents so they couldn't hear their conversation. "Good God, Kev, put that think away before you poke someone's eye out," laughed Kristy. "Yea, Kevin. You emptied it this morning. It can't be full already," laughed Jenny. Kevin's face turned beet red as Sara's eyes got bigger and bigger. "You mean..." she stuttered. "Yea. He jacked off this morning right in my bedroom!" laughed Jenny. "Got spunk all over my blanket. Now I have to wash it!" "Do it again, Kevin," said Lynn. "I want to see!" "NO" he barked. "No Way!" "Come on Kevin," whined Lynn. "Sara wants to watch, don't you?" Jenny asked, looking at the excitement burning in Sara's eyes. "No Way!" replied Kevin vehemently. "Oh I think you will," purred Kristy as she slid down in her chair and spread her legs. Kevin looked through the glass table and saw her slip the handle of her butter knife into her bare pussy. A slight moan escaped him. Taking up the cue, Jenny pushed her chair back and turned towards him, also slipping her butter knife between her pussy lips. Little Lynn pushed her chair back, pulled her feet onto the chair opening her hairless slit and rubbed her knife handle up and down her lips in imitation of her older sisters. Everywhere he looked he saw his nude sisters fucking their butter knives. Watched as the handles slid noiselessly into their wet snatches and back out again. In anguish he looked at Sara. "Please," she whispered. "I want to see." Standing, he took his cock in his hand and slowly began to pump it, moving his fist back and forth, slowly at first then faster and faster. With his eyes glued on Kristy's glistening cunt he moaned and sprayed thick globs of cum across the table. Most of it landed right on his plate, but some sprayed onto the salad in the middle of the table and some even reached Kristy's plate. With a low moan he collapsed back into his chair. Cum leaked out of his shrinking tip and rolled over his hand. His three sisters were grinning wickedly while Sara stared awestruck. He looked down at his plate. Three thick white stripes were painted across his roast, potatoes and gravy. Without saying a word, Sara exchanged plates with him. Now it was his sisters' turn to stare as Sara slid a bite of potato with a large white glob of sperm on it into her mouth. "Is everything OK?" Joann asked as she walked into the kitchen. "Y'all are being awfully quiet." Quickly they all scooted up to the table and began shoveling food into their mouths. "Yea, everything's fine, Mom," replied Kristy through a bite of roast. "You guys can't keep all the salad," Joann said as she leaned over and picked it up out of the middle of the table. The kids stared at the three streaks of cum as she carried it into the dining room. After lunch the men moved into the living room to watch the game. Joann and Mary Ann stayed in the dining room to talk. The four girls had to clear the tables, wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. Sara walked into the dining room and began picking up the dirty plates, balancing them on her arm like she'd seen waitresses do. While placing the fifth plate on her arm the whole stack began to shift. Panicking, she folded her arms against her chest and leaned over the table so that none of the plates fell. She stood up relieved not to have heard the sound of shattering dishes. "SARA MICHILLE," wailed her mother. "you could have broken every one of Joann's dishes! And just look at your dress! Covered in food! Ruined! Absolutely ruined! I'll never be able to get that out!" Sara looked down at her favorite Sunday dress. Dark stains of brown gravy covered her chest. Lumps of potatoes and carrots were mashed into it. Her eyes filled with tears. "Nonsense, Mary Ann," replied Joann. "I've got some stain remover. We'll spray it before it dries and wash it immediately. It'll be as good as new." Kristy and Jenny had come running in at the noise and immediately grinned at each other. "Yea," said Kristy, "but we've got to wash it right away." With that she ran over behind Sara and quickly pulled the zipper all the way down her back. Before either Sara or Mary Ann could protest, Kristy slid the material off Sara's shoulders and let it drop to the floor. "Wait!" screamed Sara. "Not here!" "Nonsense," said Joann. "It's not like you have anything that isn't already on display." "Mom!" whined Sara. Mary Ann looked at her 13 year old daughter standing before her in a white training bra and white cotton panties, conflicting thoughts racing through her mind. Everything she had ever been taught told her that modesty in a young woman was to be cherished. At the same time, she, like her husband, had noticed the growing rift in the family as their children moved toward adulthood. They had been discussing the book throughout lunch and neither of them had been able to punch any holes in the basic philosophy. Indeed, it seemed that all they had done was succeed in strengthening Joann and Robert's resolve to follow its guidelines. "I really don't see what the problem is," Mary Ann responded. "Besides, we have to wash the dress or it'll be ruined." "Oh dear," said Joann, "looks like some soaked through on to your bra." Sure enough a dark stain covered her left breast. Fast as lightening, Kristy popped the snap at the back of the bra and Jenny, standing in front of Sara plucked it out of her hands before she could stop them. "There's some on her panties too," said Jenny and before anyone could look to verify the truth Kristy had whipped them down to Sara's ankles as well. Sara was mortified. She didn't know what to do or where to put her hands. She kept raising them to cover her budding breasts and dropping them to cover he bare pussy. She had loved seeing Kristy, Kevin and the others nude. But no one had seen her nude in years. Since she had an older brother she had never been allowed to walk around the house in anything less than fully covered pajamas. Bathroom doors were always closed. So far she had even managed not to have to take showers after PE. Not even Dr. Knotting required her to strip completely. Mary Ann was a little taken aback at how quickly her daughter had been stripped in front of her. A voice was screaming inside of her, telling her to cover her daughter. Another voice, much calmer and clinical, stated that this would be an excellent test to determine if this would help their family. A harsh motherly voice stated clearly that this was fitting punishment for carelessly staining her dress and almost breaking Joann's dishes. Her eyes roamed up and down Sara's bare body, surprised at her magnificent beauty and innocence. "Hand me your clothes," Mary Ann stated, surprised at how calm she sounded." "But..." "Now, young lady. You're the one that spilled food all over them. Hand them to me so we can wash them. Hopefully they won't be ruined." With tears rolling down her cheeks, Sara stepped out of her dress and panties, picked them up, and handed them to her mother. Mary Ann and Joann strode to the laundry room talking in tones only a mother can use about the trials and tribulations of raising children. Kristy, Jenny, and Lynn all stood in the dining room staring at the nude Sara in front of them. She was gorgeous. Sara was a natural athlete. Her whole body was toned. Her breasts were just beginning to grow and were slightly smaller than Kristy's. Below, however, a dark triangle of tangled fur covered her pussy. "Why?" whispered Sara, a tear dangling off her chin. "It'll be OK," consoled Kristy, a little ashamed of her part in stripping her friend. "You'll see. It's actually a lot of fun. The guys in the living room won't even know who won the game when we get finished with them." An uncertain smile flickered across Sara's face. "Sara," her mother said, striding back into the room. "Get those dishes into the kitchen and start washing them.' "Hop to it, girls," added Joann. "Yes, ma'am," replied Sara, picking up the dishes she had spilled. Carefully she carried them into the kitchen making sure not to look into the living room where the men were. "Oh, Sara?" Joann called from the dining room, "Robert and your dad need some more coffee. Would you please give them a refill. The pot is right next to the stove." "Yes ma'am," Sara stuttered. Petrified she picked up the coffee pot and walked into the living room. Ben, sitting in the recliner, had seen the entire thing unfold and watched with hungry eyes as his nude sister walked hesitatingly into the living room. Robert and Scott were involved in the game and couldn't see the kitchen from their seats. "More coffee, Dad," whispered Sara from the edge of the room. "Sure honey," he muttered as he looked up, and froze. In front of him stood a miniature version of his wife on their wedding night. Younger and smaller to be sure, but so much like her that he couldn't turn his eyes away. "Spilled some gravy on my dress. Mom's washing it," Sara muttered, embarrassed. "I see," stammered her father. He held out his cup as his naked daughter walked up to him and filled it. She then stepped between his chair and the coffee table to reach Robert's outstretched cup. Scott stared his daughter's budding breasts as she leaned over to fill Robert's mug. All eyes followed her bare ass as it swayed out of the room. "Wow," Scott whispered to Robert. "How do you handle seeing your own daughters like that?" "Chapter 9," grinned Robert. While the girls cleaned up the kitchen, Joann and Mary Ann sat in the dining room and talked while little Becky sat quietly but rapidly getting restless. "Mommy, can I go outside and play on their trampoline?" she asked. "No, honey. I'm sorry, but it's just to dangerous to play on by yourself," replied her mother. "Oh, not anymore," said Joann. "We bought one of those cages that goes all the way around it. It's impossible to fall off it now. It's totally safe, even for Becky." "So can I, Mommy? Can I?" "No, Becky. We didn't bring any play clothes for you and you can't jump in your Sunday dress. You'll ruin it," replied her mother. "I can take it off, just like Sara. Please Mommy," Mary Ann was startled. She hadn't expected Becky to ask to strip. Nudity was totally absent from their household. Even though Becky was the baby of the family and was only 5, she had never run through the house undressed. Mary Ann even undressed Becky for her baths in the bathroom with the door closed. "Please, Mommy," Becky whined. Mary Ann began to think she understood how someone with multiple personalities must feel. "Nudity was evil! Everyone must be dressed at all times! But what if this book is right? What if this book can keep my family from breaking apart? What will the neighbors think? What will the church think? She's only a little girl with no sense of modesty. What difference does it make? Is this a good test for my family to see if this will work for us?" All these thoughts were rolling around in her head, unspoken. She looked imploringly at Joann for some type of answer. "It's up to you," Joann responded, smiling encouragingly. "Believe me, I know how you feel. I was scared to death too. Still am. I can't believe I'm sitting here naked in front of you. But you don't have to, Mary Ann. It's your decision." "OK, Becky," she sighed. "Take your dress off and go play on the trampoline." With a shout she jumped up and unbuttoned her dress. Letting it fall to the ground she sat down and pulled off her patent leather shoes. Then, standing again, she pulled down her white tights and her panties at the same time. Bouncing up and down she ran to the back door shouting that she was going to go jump on the trampoline. The three men in the living room just stared, bewildered, as her bare little body bounced into the back yard. "I can't believe I just let my little girl strip and run into your back yard," whispered Mary Ann in the dining room. "Why don't you join them," invited Joann. "No! Absolutely not!" Mary Ann responded. "As you wish." "We're finished cleaning up," said Kristy as the girls crowded into the dining room. "We're gonna go jump. OK?" "Sure," replied Joann. "OK," said Mary Ann a little less certainly. As the girls went running into the back yard, Mary Ann asked, "Aren't you afraid that the neighbors will see them?" "Not really," she replied. "Our yard is pretty big, so it's sort of hard to see into it, especially with the fence. Besides, Dr. Levenson says that we shouldn't care if people stare. It's legal to be nude in an enclosed back yard. Levenson says that nudity should become so natural you don't even notice it anymore. "Can't say that I've gotten there yet. I mean, we just started this yesterday. But the girls seem to have taken to it like fish to water. They seem perfectly at ease." "I see what you mean," replied Mary Ann as they looked out the window as the nude girls did scissor kicks and back flips on the trampoline. Even Sara was getting into it. "Wish I still had her spirit." "I agree," said Joann. "But, you know, I've felt a tremendous sense of freedom since we made the decision to do this. It's like a whole new world has opened up before us. No more secrets. No more hiding. Everything is out in the open. I've never felt so relaxed." "Wow," exclaimed Mary Ann. "I just don't see how we could do it. I mean, Scott's a pastor. People would go ballistic if they knew we had sex much less that we sat around the house nude!" Looking at Becky bouncing on the trampoline, Joann said, "I think they know you have sex." "You know what I mean. People think that a pastor has to be spotless. Someone started a rumor that he was seeing Mrs. Johnson because they saw her in his car one day. He'd picked her up when he saw her walking home in the rain!" "But she's gotta be almost 80!" "73. See how ridiculous it is?" "Yea. But you know, this may be exactly what you need. It forces all those expectations right out the window. Live the way you want and make others change their viewpoint." "Maybe." They were silent for a few minutes, watching their children laughing and giggling on the trampoline. "Let's go swimming," exclaimed Joann suddenly. "I don't have a swimming suit," Mary Ann replied, lost in a darkening depression. "I know," said Joann with a twinkle in her eye. "So?" "You mean... ?" "Yea. Why not?" "But someone will see me." "So?" "Ben will see me." "Mary Ann, I know how difficult this is. It was almost impossible for me to strip yesterday in front of Kevin. He couldn't look at me and he couldn't take his eyes off of me, both at the same time. I was both embarrassed and thrilled. But I did it. And it was one of the best things I've ever done!" She sat still. Shadows of fear and desire struggled on her face. "Stand up," ordered Joann. Mary Ann stood, her back to the doorway. Standing in front her, Joann began unbuttoning Mary Ann's blouse. "Relax," she whispered as she looked through the doorway, past the kitchen and into the living room. Ben was staring right at them. She slid the blouse off Mary Ann's shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Joann slid her hands lightly down Mary Ann's sides to her hips. Squatting in front of her, legs open wide, she unbuttoned Mary Ann's dress and slid the zipper down the side of her hip. Released, the dress crumpled to the floor. Joann looked through Mary Ann's legs into the eyes of Ben staring from the living room. Overcoming a desire to touch her moistening pussy, she hooked her thumbs into Mary Ann's panty hose and panties and began peeling them over her ass and down her legs until they, too were crumpled around Mary Ann's navy high heel shoes. Without saying a word, Mary Ann lifted one foot and let Joann remove her shoe and hose. Putting her bare foot on the carpet, she raised the other one and Joann repeated the action. Joann stood up, delicately caressing Mary Ann's thighs, hips and side as she did. Looking into Mary Ann's dark eyes, she slid her hand around Mary Ann's back and unclasped her bra. It gently fell to join the rest of the clothes pooled at their feet. Mary Ann shuddered. Fear. Uncertainty. Desire. Even lust, seemed to shine out of her eyes. Joann stepped back and looked at her. It was obvious where Sara had gotten her athleticism. Though Mary Ann had to be nearly forty she was in great shape. A couple of inches taller than Joann, she couldn't have weighed more than 115 pounds. Her arms and legs had a light, healthy tan that stopped abruptly at her swimsuit line, a conservative one piece. Bright pink nipples highlighted the creamy white skin of her breasts, larger than Joann's but still firm and toned. The dark curly tangle of hair between her otherwise silky smooth legs proved that she'd never worried about a bikini wax. "This is what we're going to do," whispered Joann into Mary Ann's ear. "You're going to turn around and walk directly through the kitchen and out the back door to the swimming pool and jump in. Don't even look at the men. OK?" Mary Ann nodded silently. "When you turn around, you're going to see Ben," Joann continued. "He's been watching." Mary Ann gasped and a shudder rolled through her body. "Let's go," Joann whispered, turning Mary Ann by the shoulders. Mary Ann turned and looked straight into the penetrating eyes of her 17 year old son. She froze, watching his eyes travel slowly down her nude body and back up. At a prod from Joann she began moving. Through the kitchen. Through the little dinette area. Opened the back door. Stepped into the sunlight. Walked across the porch. Opened the gate to the pool. Dove in. Never once looking at the astonished faces of her husband, Robert, or Kevin. Never once looking at the girls who seemed to freeze in mid air as she stepped out of the door. Never once looking around the yard to see if anyone could see over the fence. Just dove in to the protective covering of the cool water. With a wink at her husband, Joann followed. The girls on the trampoline didn't hesitate at all. In a flash, they were out of the trampoline and into the pool, splashing, yelling and giggling. The two mothers, feeling like daring teenagers, joined in. Before long they were laughing, giggling, splashing, and even getting in and out of the pool and running around. The men in the living room lost all touch with the game as they stared out the window at six nude girls cavorting in the pool. Each one of them wanted to go out there, but each knew that if a man stepped outside the spell would be broken. After about half an hour of carousing and playing they got strangely silent. All the girls had huddled together in a corner of the pool. "Fun's over, I guess," laughed Robert. "Back to the game." Scott shifted uncomfortably and looked back to see they were half way through the third quarter and the score was 20 to 21. This was one of the best games of the season and he couldn't remember any of it. Suddenly the back door banged open and six nude girls came barging in, screaming like banshees. Joann and Mary Ann, dripping water, grabbed each of Scott's arms and jerked him upright. Mary Ann, having studied Karate since she was a teenager, swung him in front of her, grabbed him in an almost paralyzing grip, and trundled him right out the door. Before he even had time to speak he found himself in mid air over the pool, fully clothed. The girls, meanwhile, had attacked Ben. Ben was a pretend rebel. Ben was really a shy 17 year old boy who had never kissed a girl in his entire life. Ben had an enormous erection. Ben did not want to be thrown into the pool. But five wet, slippery, naked, and very determined girls are impossible to defeat, especially when Sara was top in her Karate class. It wasn't long before he, too, found himself flying into the pool. All seven ladies stood around the pool laughing hysterically as Scott and Ben struggled out of the pool, clothes dripping wet. Robert and Kevin stood hesitantly by the gate to the pool. Looking like drowned rats, Scott and Ben began slinking towards the doorway. "I'm sorry, Scott," Joann spoke up, "but I can't let you into my house dripping water like that." "Wha..." he stammered. "She's absolutely right," agreed Mary Ann. "Come on, guys. Off with those clothes. I'll throw them in the dryer with Sara's dress." "Oh no. You guys can run around naked if you want to. But not me," Ben stated as Scott stared into his wife's eyes. Slowly Scott unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the ground. Next he pulled his undershirt over his head. While his wife and two daughters stared, he unbuckled his slacks and pulled them down. His hands trembled slightly as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his white boxers and pulled them down. For the first time in her life, Sara stared at her father's nude body. Like her mother, Scott exercised regularly and was in good shape at age 40. His muscular arms, lean chest and flat stomach she had all seen. It was the half rigid cock hanging out of a dense bush of black curls that held her attention. Mary Ann walked up to him and, kneeling down, lifted his feet out of his pants one at a time. Standing, she kissed him lightly on the cheek and headed into the house. "Sara, bring Ben's clothes, would ya dear?" she called back over her shoulder. "Hell no!" yelled Ben. 'No way I'm gonna strip!" "Let's get 'em," yelled Sara. Sara, Jenny, Kristy and Lynn all attacked him at the same time. Lynn, on her knees, bare ass sticking up in the air, grabbed both his ankles and held them together while Kristy, Jenny, and Sara pulled him over on his back and collapsed on top of him. "Grab his arms," yelled Sara. Kristy and Jenny each grabbed an arm and lay down on top of it, pinning it between their nude bodies an the ground. Lynn continued hugging his ankles as tightly as possible. "Unbutton his shirt, Sara," gasped Kristy, struggling to control his arms. Sara straddled her brother's waist, her legs open, knees on either side of him, and pulled his shirt out of his Sunday slacks. Quickly she unbuttoned it, sliding her bare pussy up his stomach as she did so until his shirt was completely unbuttoned and her knees were pressing into his armpits. With a yell, Ben raised his hips and tried to roll over. As Kristy, Jenny and Lynn struggled desperately to hold him down, Sara quickly turned around and lay down on him, pushing his hips back onto the ground. In doing so, her bare ass and open pussy was shoved back into Ben's open mouth, muffling his urgent yell. Her nipples were pressed into his stomach. Her head was right against his crotch. The adults were staring in silent wonder as the four nude girls ground their bodies into him. Gripping his body with her knees, Sara unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his zipper. Just as Sara started to pull his underwear and slacks over the bulge underneath, Ben made one more effort for freedom. With a roar he lifted his waist, chest and arms literally picking up Kristy and Jenny as the clung to each arm. Unfortunately for Ben he didn't work out like his parents and sister did. He simply wasn't strong enough to lift all three girls. As he collapsed, Kristy and Jenny both slid backwards along his arms until his hands were wedged firmly into their pussies. Two fingers had actually slid inside Kristy and Jenny could feel his index finger inside her pussy lips. Sara, taken by surprise, let out a scream as she was raised into the air. Suddenly his body collapsed beneath her and she fell, mouth open, impaling herself on her brother's raging cock! Her pussy landed hard right on his mouth again. Poor Ben was a frustrated 17 year old virgin. Until today, he'd rarely seen even a picture of a nude woman. For the last three hours he'd been staring at first three then four, then five, then six nude women and girls. He'd watched his mother be undressed before his very eyes. He'd watched 14, 13, and 9 year old girls jump and bounce and display themselves openly on the trampoline. He'd stared lustfully as the pool filled with glistening wet naked bodies. These same bodies had attacked him, rubbed themselves all over him. Now his fingers were inside the cunts of two of them and his own sister's dripping snatch was literally crammed inside his mouth. And worst of all, his incredibly hard cock had just been engulfed by the wet warmth of his sister's mouth. Poor Ben could not control himself. His cock exploded into the depths of his sister's throat. His fingers gripped the pussies in each hand, forcing two fingers inside each. His tongue stabbed wickedly into the depths of Sara's pussy. Sara, too, couldn't contain herself. Instead of pulling off of his cock, she gripped the shaft tightly with her lips, feeling each wave and pump as his cum flowed through the shaft and shot into her throat. At first she tried to swallow, but it just kept coming and eventually flowed past her lips and covered his crotch. Electricity shot through her body at the first touch of his tongue on her clit. She ground herself into him, moaning and shuddering as her climax rippled through her. Meanwhile, Jenny and Kristy ground their pelvises into the fingers invading them. Neither had ever felt anyone else's hands inside her before. They weren't quite ready to climax, but the pleasure was building like water behind a dam. The four adults and Kevin just stared in wonder at this small orgy that had suddenly appeared before their eyes. They each thought they should stop it, but didn't know how and didn't really want to. Sara finally sat up, sliding her lips off Ben's shaft. She looked at Kristy and opened her mouth, showing her a pool of unswallowed cum. Impulsively Kristy leaned forward and kissed her, sucking Ben's cum into her mouth. Sara continued to grind her clit into Ben's mouth, shuddering in another climax at the feel of a tongue in both her mouth and her cunt. They pulled apart and Sara slid off Ben's face and sat on his chest, legs still open seductively. The two girls looked up at their fathers. A thin line of cum stretching from Kristy's mouth to Sara's glistened in the sun. Robert, Scott and Kevin had been standing by the gate. Mary Ann, hearing the commotion, had turned and stopped on her way to the laundry, standing behind her husband and watching over his shoulder. Joann was in the pool watching the whole scene. Robert, Scott and Kevin were each as hard as steel rods. Time seemed to stand still. Ben still lay on his back, his cock slowly shrinking to its normal size, pants awkwardly pulled down below his hips. Jenny and Kristy still sat on his hands, slowly grinding their pussies against his fingers. Sara and Kristy each looked at her mother. Then, without saying a word, they crawled the few feet to their fathers. In unison, each looked in her father's eyes and slowly wrapped her lips around his cock. Like synchronized swimmers, they slowly slid their mouths all the way down the shafts, feeling the velvety softness of the heads push into their throats. Wiggling their tongues back and forth, they slid back out and licked the heads of each cock like lollipops. Not to be outdone, Jenny jumped up and went to Kevin, sliding her mouth over his cock in imitation of her sister. All three men moaned as the girls' heads bobbed faster and faster on their cocks, tongues whirling like dancers at a Greek party. Almost in unison, all three grabbed the girl's head in front of them and pulled it against them, forcing them to deep throat their cocks as each erupted in a massive explosion of cum. Slowly the flow eased and each girl slid off, sitting on the ground in front of their nude fathers and brothers, cum overflowing their mouths and dripping off their chins. Mary Ann and Joann, dripping with unrelieved lust, noticed that Ben had already grown hard again at the sight of the girls blowing their fathers and brother. Mary Ann quietly walked to her son and straddled his waist, then lowered herself to his glistening cock. "Mom..." he croaked. "Shhhh," she whispered as she slid on to him, feeling her son filling her. Joann stood over his head and squatted, pressing her dripping snatch into his open mouth, feeling his tongue actually sliding around inside her. She leaned forward and kissed Mary Ann as each caressed the others bare breasts. Joann ground her pussy into Ben's mouth as Mary Ann rotated hers around his cock. They each tensed and then, sucking on each other's tongues, shivered as their orgasm rolled through them. Just as they relaxed, Ben moaned and shoved himself deeper into his mother as he exploded for the second time in ten minutes. As the sexual tension subsided embarrassment began to take over. No one had anticipated a full-fledged orgy to erupt with the pastor's family in the back yard. No one really knew what to do next. Joann and Mary Ann both stood, Ben's cum dripping slowly down Mary Ann's thigh. "I, uh, think we better go," stammered Scott. "OK," Robert replied. "I've got some dry clothes you can borrow. Kristy, give Sara some clean clothes to put on." They dressed in silence and left. The Cowboys won, 23 to 21.