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 ï>¿New Family Rules by Hstoner

   New Family Rules Ch.  01

   My sister and I learn that our suburban parents are nudists.

   I will freely admit that I had a fairly privileged life growing up.  My
parents, my sister, and I lived in an affluent suburb: nice homes, large
lots, trees, in-ground pools, the lot.  Our neighborhood was safe. 
Although my sister and I went to public school, it was a good school. 
Every class was college-prep, and the school offered a huge range of
sports. We were upper middle-class or lower upper class kids.

   Mom and Dad had met in college and married just after they graduated. 
Gwen was born about a year later and I followed Gwen by about a year.  Our
parents were only in their early forties when Gwen graduated from high
school.  It was in the summer after Gwen graduated, the summer between my
junior and senior years in high school, that the family underwent a major
change.

   Mom and Dad had both been athletes in college.  Dad swam and Mom had
been a tennis player.  They had both worked hard to stay in shape.  I say
"worked hard," but I think that they enjoyed it.  In any event, both Mom
and Dad were in great shape.  Mom was beautiful.  She had kept her firm,
athletic figure.  Her shoulder-length light brown hair framed her blue eyes
and a smile that could make you melt.  Dad was, well, Dad.  Tall, broad
shoulders, narrow hips.

   My sister Gwen took after Mom.  Gwen was a bit taller than Mom with
longer legs.  Gwen also had a bit fuller figure.  Gwen was also an athlete:
volleyball in the fall, swimming in winter, and tennis in spring.  People
who didn't know us sometimes took Mom and Gwen to be sister rather than
mother and daughter.  My buddies gave me a fair amount of crap for living
with two "hot" women.  I really didn't notice.  They were just my Mom and
my sister.

   I always felt like I had drawn the genetic short straw.  Rather than
being tall and athletic looking like Dad, I was about Mom's height with
broad shoulders but a thick chest and thighs.  Rather than being a graceful
swimmer, I was a football player and wrestler.  I was also a shot-putter,
but I really wasn't big enough to throw shot.

   Growing up, we had been a "normal" family.  Everyone closed the bathroom
and bedroom doors.  Although our backyard pool was completely screened off
from the outside, we always wore suits when we used it.  Although, my
buddies who came over kept telling me that Mom and Gwen looked pretty
exciting in their suits.

   Once Gwen got her driver's license, Mom and Dad started going away more
for long weekends.  They were always a little vague about where they had
gone.  I wasn't paying that much attention anyway.  I figured they were
going somewhere warm and sunny because they were always tanned.  Of course,
nothing went on between Gwen and me when they were gone.

   Mom and Dad had gone somewhere over Memorial Day weekend.  Gwen's
graduation was the following weekend and she was partying, moderately, with
her friends.  Gwen would be leaving for her Ivy League university in
August. I had just started working my summer job as a laborer with a
neighbor's construction firm.  I figured that the hard labor in the sun
would be good conditioning for my senior year of football.  I also had an
ulterior motive: the neighbor's daughter, Amanda Turner, swam and played
tennis with Gwen.  Although Amanda was a year behind Gwen, they had become
friends.  Amanda was gorgeous: blonde, blue eyes, great legs, a wonderfully
shaped ass, and great breasts.  She was also very bright and, unlike many
very beautiful girls that age, was not at all arrogant about her looks.  I
was hoping that working for her father would give me more opportunities to
see Amanda.

   Gwen's graduation was, of course, a big deal.  I felt a little like a
fifth wheel.  I was also a little melancholy about the idea that Gwen would
be leaving in August.  I liked my sister; she was a pretty good friend.  I
also feared that, with Gwen gone, my opportunities to see Amanda would
diminish.

   Mom and Dad were not what I would call "disciplinarians." That didn't
mean that Gwen or I ran wild.  We knew what Mom and Dad expected of us and
our internal fears of letting our parents down was more than enough to keep
us both in line, most of the time.  But, that made it highly unusual when
Mom announced the day after Gwen's graduation party that we'd be having a
"family meeting" the next night.  I could not remember having one of those
before.  I wondered what was up.  Had Dad's business gone bankrupt?  That
shouldn't justify a meeting.  Mom was a senior VP at the bank.  We could
live on her income if Dad had hit trouble.

   I got home from work the next evening dirty and sweaty as you'd expect
from working on a construction site in June.  Mom and Gwen were in the
study when I came in, and I could hear female giggles.  I hoped that was a
sign that the "family meeting" wasn't about anything too bad.

   When she heard me come in, Mom called out, "Go upstairs and clean up
Harry.  We'll eat dinner then have our meeting." I showered and traded my
work clothes for a clean tee shirt and shorts.

   I don't remember what we ate.  I helped Mom clean up after dinner.  Gwen
had gone into the living room to do something with Dad.  When we were done
with the dishes, Mom turned to me.  She was smiling.  "Ok," she said, "now
it's time for our meeting."

   Mom led me into the living room.  Gwen and Dad had set up his computer
and a projector that could show pictures from the computer on a wall of the
room.  What the hell was up?  I wondered.

   I sat down on the opposite end of the sofa from Gwen.  Mom and Dad
stood, side-by-side, facing us.  They were both smiling.  I noticed that
they were also holding hands.

   Dad started, "Gwen is leaving for college in August so this summer is
the last time we'll be together as a family for an extended period.  There
is something that is very important to Beth (my Mom) and I which we haven't
shared as a family.  We've talked it over and we think that the two of you
are old enough that you are ready to share this with us and we want to do
this as a family."

   Dad stopped and looked at Mom.  Mom smiled again and started speaking.
"We've never told you exactly what we were doing all those times we've gone
off for long weekends.  Your father and I are nudists.  We were going to
resorts where we could spend time with our friends without having to wear
clothes."

   I assumed that Mom was joking.  It was literally impossible for me to
believe that my parents were nudists.  As I sat there silently, Dad nodded
at Gwen.  Gwen stood up and closed the curtains on the windows.  It was
still light outside, but the room was darker.

   Dad said, "We took some pictures on our last trip.  Your Mother and I
want to show them to you."

   Mom added, "People are not usually allowed to take photos at nude
resorts, but we got permission to take these so we could show the two of
you our lifestyle.  Everyone in the pictures agreed to be in them."

   Dad turned on the projector.  On the wall across from us was a color
picture of my parents.  They were standing in front of a big swimming pool.
I could see lounge chairs around the pool.  There were man and women on
some of the lounges and I could see men and women in the pool.  Mom and Dad
were standing side-by-side, facing the camera.  Each had an arm around the
other's back.  They were smiling.  They were also completely naked.  So
were the people in the background.

   I was shocked and confused.  I had never seen either of my parents
naked. Part of my brain registered that they both looked pretty damn good
naked and very happy.  The larger part of my brain was on the verge of
panic.  Why were they telling us this?

   Dad showed some more pictures.  Mom and Dad lying on their backs on
lounges side-by-side.  Mom and Dad dancing in what looked like a night
club. Mom and Dad having a drink at an outdoor bar.  In each picture, they
were completely naked and so was everyone else in the pictures.

   I was so shocked, and mesmerized, by the pictures that I hadn't noticed
that Mom had left the room.  I noticed when she walked back in though.  Dad
turned off the projector.  Mom had taken all of her clothes off!  She
walked to the center of the room, did a quick spin, and stood facing Gwen
and me.  I looked over at Gwen expecting her to be as shocked as I was. 
Gwen didn't look shocked at all.  She was smiling.  I looked back at my
naked mother.

   Mom said, "See, you're seeing me naked and the world hasn't ended."

   Dad had taken off his shirt and shorts.  He walked over beside Mom and
the two of them stood naked in front of us.

   Mom went on.  "We enjoy the nude lifestyle so much that we wanted to
share it with you before Gwen moves out.  We're sure that, once the two of
you have tried it, you'll love going nude as much as we do."

   Dad said, "So, we've decided to adopt a new family rule; actually our
only family rule that I remember.  From now on, as long as it is only us
here, none of us are going to wear any clothes."

   Mom added, "We can't really force you to go nude at home, but we hope
that you will.  We are sure that you will enjoy it as much as we do."

   Now I knew that I was dreaming.  Mom and Dad were standing in front of
me stark naked telling me that they didn't want any of us to wear clothes
at home.  This was definitely not real.  At the same time, my brain also
registered how happy my parents looked and, like their pictures, they both
looked pretty good naked.

   The next shock hit very quickly.  Gwen stood up.  She was wearing a tee
shirt and a pair of running shorts.  Gwen spoke directly to me.  "Harry, to
be honest, Mom told me this afternoon what she and Dad had planned.  I told
them that I thought that I was a great idea and that I would have been hurt
to find out later that they are nudists but never gave us the chance to go
nude with them."

   Gwen pulled her tee shirt over her head.  She wasn't wearing anything
underneath.  Her firm breasts looked delicious, although I did notice that
her nipples were hard.  Then Gwen pushed her shorts down.  Gwen had very
pronounced tan lines which only served to draw my eyes to her bare
triangle. Gwen walked over and stood naked beside Dad.  I hadn't really
thought about it, despite my friends' comments, but looking at Mom and Gwen
standing naked on either side of my father, I realized that my mother and
my sister were incredibly gorgeous, sexy women.

   I think that I sat on the sofa staring for a few moments.  Finally, Mom
said, "Harry, are you going to take your clothes off?"

   Shit.  They really expected me to strip naked too!  This brought another
fear because seeing Mom nude and watching Gwen strip had given me a raging
hard-on.

   Gwen said, "Harry, come on.  I'm really counting on you on this."

   Mom said, "Harry, we know that you have an erection.  Don't worry about
it.  That is natural for a man the first time he sees naked women."

   "Especially women this beautiful," Dad added.

   Mom softly said, "Please Harry."

   I was petrified.  However, another part of my brain was telling me that
my whole family was standing there naked and, of course, I should be naked
too.

   My legs didn't feel like they had the strength for me to stand up. 
Somehow, I got to my feet.  My dick was pointing straight out in the front
of my shorts.  I had trouble getting a hold on the hem of my tee shirt.  I
finally did and slowly pulled it over my head.  I dropped the shirt on the
sofa.  I looked at my naked family.  They were standing so close together
that they were touching.  They were all three looking at me and smiling,
although I thought I saw a look of expectation on Mom's face and Gwen's.

   I'm sure that I was blushing, at least my skin felt hot.  I stretched
the elastic waistband of my shorts and started slowly pushing them down.  I
had to pull my dick out of my shorts in order to get them past it.  I
finally let my shorts drop to my ankles.

   I stood there buck naked in front of my mother, sister, and father for
the first time.  I could see that Mom and Gwen were both looking at my
dick. Another shocking thought hit me: I actually felt good that Mom and
Gwen were seeing my dick.

   Gwen walked over and started to hug me.  I jerked my hips back so that
my dick wouldn't run against her bare skin.

   "Don't worry about that silly," Gwen said as she put a hand on my bare
ass and pulled me to her.  I tentatively put my arms around Gwen and had my
first bare hug.  It felt really good.  As we hugged, Gwen whispered in my
ear, "This is going to be a blast.  Trust me." Gwen and I broke our
embrace.

   Mom spoke up again.  "There are, of course, a lot of difference between
men and women.  One obvious one is that you have your sex immediately
visible when you take off your clothes while ours is more hidden.  That
hardly seems fair, so Gwen and I thought we ought to address it during this
first family strip-off.  Gwen?"

   Gwen had stepped away from me.  When Mom finished talking Gwen smiled
more broadly.  She turned her back to me and my father.  Then she spread
her legs and bent forward as far as she could.  Gwen's asshole and pussy
were fully displayed.  She held the pose for a moment, then straightened up
and turned back to face us.

   "Damn, Gwen," I said, "You, uh, you look great!"

   Gwen smiled again.  "Thanks Harry.  You look great nude too, but I
always knew that you would." Gwen half turned.  "Mom?" she said.

   I looked at my Mother, who looked like she was having the most fun in
the world.

   Mom said, "Harry, your Dad sees this all of the time, so this is for
you." Mom turned and bent forward, exposing herself to me as Gwen had.  Mom
looked wonderful too.

   As Mom straightened up, Dad said, "Harry, the kind of beauty which your
Mother and your sister have really shouldn't be concealed by clothes."

   Mom added, "Harry, you are a very attractive man naked.  You should be
proud to have anyone see you nude."

   I surprised myself by realizing that, at that moment, I was really happy
to be naked with my family.  I enjoyed seeing Mom and Gwen nude and happy,
and even enjoyed seeing Dad naked.  I was also enjoying the fact that they
were seeing me naked.  Even ten minutes before, I would not have believed
you if you would have told me that I'd have that reaction to stripping off
with my family.

   Dad walked back to the projector and turned it back on.  "There is one
more picture from our trip last week that we wanted you to see."

   The wall lit up with another picture of Mom and Dad standing nude,
facing the camera.  They each had a drink in their hand.  Another couple
was standing with them, also completely nude and facing the camera.  It
took me a second to realize that the other couple was Amanda's parents.

   Gwen saw the look on my face as I recognized Mr.  and Mrs.  Turner. 
Gwen giggled.  "I think that my friend is having a similar experience
tonight."

   Mom said, "Bill and Joan Turner, and Amanda, are coming here for a pool
party Saturday afternoon.  No suits allowed."



   New Family Rules Ch.  02

   Harry gets a nude girlfriend.

   Life continued on after the great strip-off with my Mom, my sister Gwen,
and my Dad.  I was up early the next day to get to work.  My summer job was
not a great deal of fun.  However, up until that day, I had not spent time
at work thinking about going home.  This day, I found myself thinking about
it a lot.  Part of it was looking forward to getting home to see Mom and
Gwen.  Sure, they were my family, but they were also very beautiful women.
I'd have had to have been dead not to enjoy seeing them around the house
naked.

   I must admit, though, that another reason why I was looking forward to
going home from work was to get my own clothes off.  Going around naked
with other people was still new enough to me that there was a thrill in
doing something forbidden.  Better yet, my parents approved and were doing
it too.  Another thing that I realized, and this surprised me, was that I
was looking forward to going home and having Mom and Gwen see me naked.  In
a way that is difficult to explain, I felt very good when I knew that
either of them was looking at my dick and balls, and they both looked.

   Our jobsite was in the downtown part of the city.  There were always a
lot of women walking by on the other side of the site fence while we worked
during the day.  I caught myself daydreaming about working on the site
naked with the women looking at me as they walked by.

   Work on construction jobs starts and finishes relatively early in the
day.  Consequently, I was home from work before either of my parents.  I
took a shower (remembering to leave the bathroom door open), dried off, and
walked nude down the hall towards my room.

   Gwen's door was open as I walked by.  I could see Gwen sitting nude on
her bed.  Gwen's summer job was lifeguarding at a country club pool.  She
was only working a six hour shift because, she claimed, the country club
had to employ some of the members' kids.

   Glancing in at Gwen, I thought that she looked unhappy.  I knocked on
her doorframe.  "May I come in?" I asked.

   Gwen looked up and gave me a weak smile.  "Sure, I'd like someone to
talk to," she replied.  She patted the bed with her hand indicating that
she wanted me to sit down next to her.

   I sat down on the bed a few inches away from Gwen.  "You don't look
happy," I said.  "What's up?"

   Gwen looked at me.  She took a deep breath.  "I was just on the phone
with Jeff." Jeff was Gwen's boyfriend.

   "Yeah?" I asked to get her to say more.

   "Well, I thought that I had to tell him that we've become a nude
household.  That's kind of major and didn't seem like the kind of thing
that I should keep from him.  I was hoping he would share my excitement."

   "Ok?" I prompted.

   "Jeff got really nasty.  He said that it was sick that we are going nude
around each other.  Then he asked me how many times I'd fucked you and
Dad."

   "Shit," I said.  "I wouldn't have expected that reaction from Jeff."

   "Well, I certainly didn't," Gwen responded.  "If I'd known that he was
going to be that kind of asshole, I never would have mentioned it." Gwen
paused.  "You know, the relationship wasn't that serious and I knew that it
was going to end when we both go off to college.  But, I'm hurt that
someone I trusted would say that.  I'm also disappointed that I'm not going
to have someone to go out with this summer.  Is that petty of me?"

   "No," I replied, "you're not being petty.  This is a pretty big summer
for you.  I understand that you wanted someone to share it with.  I also
understand that you've found something new and exciting and wanted to share
it with a close friend and you're hurt because he reacted so strongly.  If
he thinks that nudity is wrong, and I guess that he does, that is still no
reason for him to insult you that way."

   Gwen sat there for a moment just looking in my eyes.  Finally, she
leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  "You're not a bad brother," she
said.

   The remaining three days of the work week went pretty normally.  My
anxiety was increasing though at the thought of the Turners coming over
Saturday.  Mom and Dad had made it clear that we would be nude.  I knew
that Mr.  and Mrs.  Turner were nudists, but Mom had said that Amanda was
coming too.  My mind rejected the idea that a girl as beautiful as Amanda
would take her clothes off around me.

   The thought that I'd be going nude around Amanda Saturday afternoon
while she stayed dressed was exciting.  But, I had visions of her reacting
like Jeff had and storming out of our house.  I was sure that Saturday
would kill my chances of getting closer to Amanda.  Shit!  What if she
stayed?  How am I supposed to behave when I'm naked around a girl I really
want to date?

   Gwen had to work Saturday morning.  That left me to help Mom and Dad get
the house and the pool and patio ready for the Turners.  Since Mom and Dad
were friends with the Turners, I wouldn't have thought that a simple pool
party and cookout would be a big deal.  Wrong!  Dad, and especially Mom,
ran me ragged as we cleaned up the entire house.  By the time Gwen got home
from the country club around quarter to three, I was dripping sweat.

   "You look beat," Gwen said.  "I guess that I'm glad that I had to work."

   The Turners were coming around 4:00 p.m.  Mom and Dan took over the
bathroom to get ready.  It was getting close to 4:00 when they surrendered
it.  I noticed that Mom had put on make-up.  Mom brushed by me in the
upstairs hall as I went to get my shower.  She stopped and said, "Make sure
that you shave and look good.  Oh, and," she said pointing ay my groin,
"trim that mess up."

   I was a bit befuddled.  I had never worried about what my pubic hair
looked like.  As I turned back towards the bathroom, Gwen was standing in
the hall smiling.  "Get your shower," she said.  "I'll help you with the
trim."

   I had just gotten out of the shower and was drying off when Gwen walked
into the bathroom with a pair of scissors.  Once I had toweled off, Gwen
said "Ok, get your ass up on the vanity and spread your legs a bit."

   Gwen started trimming my pubic hair very close to my skin.  After she
had trimmed above my dick, she said, "Ok, you need to get your dick out of
my way or I'll cut it, and you don't want that." I grasped my dick and
moved it to my left as Gwen trimmed between it and my right thigh.

   I had a moment of thinking that this was surreal.  Here am I sitting on
the vanity, stark naked, holding my own dick in front of my sister.  She is
naked and is trimming the hair around my dick.  Before I dwelled on that
too long, Gwen gestured for me to move my dick to the right so that she
could trim on the left.  After short time, Gwen said, "Now, lift your dick
towards your belly so I can get to your balls."

   After she finished trimming me, Gwen said, "Great.  You're ready for
your first time nude with people outside the family."

   Up to that point, I had been thinking mainly about Amanda.  Gwen's
comment reminded me that I'd be nude in front of Mr.  and Mrs.  Turner too.
A part of me was looking forward to standing nude in front of people who
had not seen me nude before.  But, I was also scared.  I knew now that Mr.
and Mrs.  Turner were nudists, but he owned the company which I was working
for!  I wasn't sure that I could do this.

   Gwen patted my bare thigh.  "Hurry up and get shaved," she said.

   "How can you be so calm?" I asked.

   Gwen laughed.  "I'm nervous, but Bill Turner has been stripping me naked
with his eyes every time he sees me since Amanda and I became friends
sophomore year." Gwen cocked a bare hip.  "Now, he'll get to see the real
thing.  I don't know why, but that's got me excited.  Now shave!"

   I had just finished shaving when Gwen came back in.  She handed me a
bottle of aftershave.  "Use just a very little bit of that," Gwen advised,
"Amanda likes it."

   "Uh, Gwen," I started, "you said the other night that the Turners were
doing with Amanda something like Mom and Dad did with us?"

   "Yeah.  I know from Mom that the Turners were going to tell Amanda that
they are nudists the same night that Mom and Dad told us."

   "Did they ask Amanda to strip naked?"

   "I expect that they did."

   "Do you know, did she?"

   Gwen laughed.  "No, I don't know.  She may be dressed all night."

   "Shit," I said.

   Gwen looked pointedly at my newly trimmed dick and balls.  "Don't worry
Harry.  Amanda will be impressed."

   Mom called up from the first floor, "Are you two ready?  They'll be here
soon." Gwen walked out of the room.

   I had trouble washing off my face.  I probably used more of the
aftershave than I was supposed to.  My hand shook as I combed my hair.  I
felt sick to my stomach.

   Mom yelled up again, "Harry, where are you?" Oh shit.  Here we go.

   I had just gotten to the kitchen downstairs when we heard a car pull
into the driveway.  Mom said, "Oh good, they're here."

   Simultaneously, Dad yelled from the front room, "They're here."

   Mom started to walk out to meet the Turners.  I stood rooted to the
spot. Mom turned and looked at me.  "Harry?" she asked.  I guess Mom saw
fear in my face because she added, "It will be ok.  Now, let's go great our
guests." Mom slapped me gently on my bare ass.

   Gwen and Dad were already in the front room, naked of course.  The
doorbell rang as Mom and I entered the room.  Dad looked at Mom and she
gave a quick nod.  Dad stepped to the door and opened it, saying "hello"
loudly as he did.

   My first reaction was "this is a fuck up!" Mr.  Turner was standing
there in a polo shirt, shorts with a belt, and boat shoes.  Mrs.  Turner
was standing next to him in a polo shirt, shorts, and sunglasses.  I
thought, "Shit!  They have clothes on and are wondering why we don't!" It
didn't occur to me that the Turners had driven the couple of miles from
their house to ours and were dressed for the drive.

   Mr.  and Mrs.  Turner stepped into our living room.  Mr.  Tuner stuck
his hand out to Dad and said, "Ryan, it's good to see you again." Mrs. 
Turner and Mom gave each other a brief hug.  Then Mrs.  Turner gave Dad a
quick hug as Mr.  Turner told Mom, "Linda, you look great as always."

   Releasing my father, Mrs.  Turner said to Gwen, "Gwen, you look
wonderful." Mr.  Turner looked at me, extended his hand, and said, "Harry
how's my employee?" I shook hands with Mr.  Turner.

   I hadn't seen Amanda and was beginning to think that she hadn't come. 
The idea had me relieved and disappointed all at once.  However, as Mr. 
Turner stepped aside, I saw Amanda.

   Many have written, much better than me, about the moment when you have a
vision.  That is what it seemed like to me as I stood there naked and saw
Amanda standing in our doorway.  The sunny afternoon seemed to highlight
her blonde hair.  She was wearing a snug sundress which outlined her
perfect figure.  There was a smile on her beautiful and intelligent face.
Amanda was looking straight at me.  There was a gleam in her eye and I
thought she gave a small wink.

   Amanda stepped into the room.  "Sorry," she said, "I dropped something
in the back seat and it took me a second to pick it up." Was Amanda nervous
too?

   Amanda walked over to Gwen and gave her a long look up and down. 
"Gwen," Amanda said, "you look great!" Then Amanda turned and took a few
steps towards me.  My legs were trembling.  Amanda gave me a long look from
head to toe.  Her smile got wider.  "Harry, it is really good to see you."
We just looked at each other for a moment.

   The brief spell was broken by the sound of Mr.  Turner's belt buckle. 
Looking to my right, I saw that Mr.  and Mrs.  Turner were undressing in
our living room.  Amanda had looked at her parents too.  Amanda looked back
at me.  She smiled again.  "Well," she said, "since we're out of the
street, I suppose that I should get into party dress too."

   Amanda grasped the hem of her sundress with both hands.  In one move,
she pulled it over her head.  She wasn't wearing anything underneath.  As
Amanda started to fold her dress, Gwen said "Here, I'll hang that up."
Amanda handed Gwen her dress.

   Amanda stood in front of me naked.  I've said that she was beautiful. 
Well, she was 100 times more beautiful naked.  She was perfect.  I looked
for what seemed a long time.  Finally, Amanda tiled her head slightly which
made me realize that I needed to say something.  I stammered, "Amanda, you
are stunning."

   She smiled.  "Thank you."

   Being too nervous to stop, I blundered on, "You are so beautiful naked,
you should never wear clothes."

   Amanda laughed.  "Really?"

   Gwen mercifully stepped in before I dug any deeper.  "Come on," Gwen
said, "Let's go to the pool."

   I stepped aside to allow Amanda to follow Gwen first.  Amanda had a
perfect ass with a prominent tan line.  I followed it.  As we went through
the kitchen out to the patio, Amanda looked back at me over her shoulder.
"As nice from behind?" she asked.

   The three of us just stood naked on the patio while the Turners and my
parents walked out, all four naked.  I didn't know Mrs.  Turner well, but
she looked pretty good naked.  Not stunning like her daughter, but very
attractive.

   I must have been looking at Mrs.  Turner a bit too openly.  Amanda
leaned towards me and said in a soft voice, "Does my Mom look good naked
too?" I sort of coughed as Amanda laughed.

   Mom sashayed onto the patio and announced "There are drinks in the
cooler, beer and wine." Then she asked my Dad, "Ryan, can the kids have a
beer?"

   Before Dad could answer, Mr.  Turner said in a loud voice, "Hell,
they're all 18 (Gwen had actually just turned 19).  It used to be that you
could drink beer legally in this state at 18."

   Mrs.  Turner said, "Bill that was a long time ago."

   Mr.  Turner laughed.  "Damn straight.  They raised the drinking age to
21 even before I turned 18.  But let the kids have some beers.  They're old
enough to get naked so they're old enough for a couple of beers." My father
smiled and shrugged his shoulder in acceptance of Mr.  Turner's
pronouncement.

   I turned to Amanda.  "Would you like a beer, or I can get you a soft
drink or bottled water?"

   Amanda replied, "Beer will be fine."

   I went to the cooler.  I could tell that Dad had bought the beer because
the choices were Koenig Pils and Stiegel.  I pulled a Koenig for Amanda and
a Stiegel for myself.

   Gwen reached into the cooler beside me.  "Everything that you expected?"
she asked.  I just nodded.  "Just remember," Gwen said, "Amanda's
personality is more beautiful than her body.  Relax."

   I brought the beer to Amanda.  As she took it from me, she nodded
towards a table and chairs on the far side of the pool.  "Let's sit over
there," she said.

   When Amanda and I had sat down and each taken a sip of our beers, Amanda
asked me, "Did you know that our parents are nudists?"

   "Not until Monday night.  Did you?"

   Amanda shook her head.  "No, but, thinking back, I shouldn't have been
surprised.  Despite what they wore here today, Mom and Dad often dressed to
show more flesh than my friends' parents."

   Amanda took another sip of beer.  "How did you feel when they asked you
to undress?" she asked.

   "The whole thing seemed unreal to me.  All of a sudden, Mom, Dad, and
Gwen are all standing in the living room stark naked.  Then my parents are
asking me to take my clothes off too.  Mainly, I was shocked and
embarrassed.  But, it was odd because, at that moment, taking all of my
clothes off seemed like something which I absolutely had to do."

   Amanda was nodding her head as she listened to me.  Amanda was an intent
listener.  Without a word, she gave the impression that she genuinely
wanted to know everything which you had to say.  When I finished, Amanda
asked, "Did you get a hard-on?"

   I felt my skin get warm.  I also felt that I had to be honest with this
wonderful girl.  "Yeah.  I guess that it was the idea of stripping off in
front of Mom and Gwen."

   "I wish that I could have seen that," Amanda said.  My heart skipped a
beat.  "Gwen and your Mother are beautiful women," Amanda continued. 
"Maybe it was seeing them naked.  Dad got a hard-on as I undressed."

   "How did you feel?" I asked Amanda.

   "At the very first, I was like you thinking that it was unreal.  Mom and
Dad hadn't seen me naked since I was a baby.  Something quickly tripped in
my mind.  It was like, 'hey, you're not supposed to do this, this could be
fun.' I kind of slowed things down and took longer than I needed to get
completely undressed.  But, you know, once I was naked and Mom and Dad were
looking at me, I felt really good.  It was like having people see me naked
was something I'd always wished for that was finally happening."

   "Was it something you had always wished for?" I asked.

   Amanda laughed.  "Before Monday, I would have said 'hell no.' Thinking
about it since; I wonder if I always wanted to be seen naked and just
didn't realize it.  I couldn't wait to take my dress off in front of you. I
delayed it a little just to build my excitement.  When I took it off and
you looked over me, it felt so good.  Your Dad was looking at me too.  That
was cool also."

   "I know what you mean," I said.  "When I got my shorts off in front of
Mom and Gwen and was standing there with my dick hard as rock, they were
both looking and it really felt great."

   Amanda laughed again.  "I guess we're a pair of exhibitionists.  That's
common ground."

   My heart fluttered again.  I really wasn't sure what to say in response,
but I knew that whatever I said next would be the wrong thing.

   Amanda spoke again, softly, before I could put my foot in my mouth. 
"Harry.  Don't worry.  Gwen and I are really good friends.  She's told me
how much you like me.  She is sure that it is for the right reasons. 
That's great.  I'm very attracted to you.  I just couldn't figure out how
to send you the right signals.  Using Gwen as a go-between seemed unfair to
her and the girl isn't supposed to be the aggressor.  Since we're both
sitting here naked drinking beer together, I guess the old rules are gone."

   My world had just improved dramatically.  As much to fill the air as
anything, I said, "Uh, well, I'm sorry about staring at your Mother."

   Amanda laughed.  "Don't worry about it.  I was teasing you.  Mom's like
me.  She likes people looking at her when she's naked.  But, Harry, I just
tried to tell you that I love you.  What do you have to say to that?"

   "Amanda, I fell for you when you were a freshman.  I don't have the
words to tell you what I'm feeling right now."

   Amanda looked in my eyes for several moments.  She must have liked
whatever she saw there.  "Since I was a freshman?  What are you, kinky for
young girls?" she said, laughing.

   I laughed too.  "Maybe," I said.

   "Well," Amanda replied, playing along, "there are some kinks that look
like they could be fun.  But, as long as you're with me, you leave the
young girls alone."

   Just then, my Dad called out, "Harry, we're starting the steaks.  Can
you help?"

   What Dad meant by "help" was would I cook the steaks.  We'd established
a few years before that I was much better with the grill than my father.  I
stood and explained to Amanda, "Dad needs me or we won't eat today."

   Amanda stood too.  She took my right hand.  We walked naked around the
pool to the others, holding hands.

   As we ate dinner, Mr.  Turner asked me, "Harry, how do you like your
job?"

   Landmine.  "It's very interesting, Mr.  Turner.  And it's getting me in
better shape.  I'm just sorry that I can't do any of the skilled work like
the plumbing and electrical rough-in."

   Mr.  Turner smiled.  "Good answer Harry, and complete BS.  I did your
job when I was young.  It sucks, and we only pay you just over minimum
wage. You are meant to work with your mind, young man, not your hands." Mr.
Turner paused a moment, then asked "You're only working through July
because you have two-a-day practice starting in August, right?"

   "Yes Sir," I replied.

   "You play football, wrestle, and run track so you know about training
and conditioning, right?"

   "I like to think that I do, but I don't run track.  I throw the shot."

   "Ok, whatever.  Where do you work out?"

   "We've got bikes, a treadmill, and a pretty good weight room in the
basement here so I work out here rather than pay a gym.  We're not supposed
to use the school in the summer."

   "Great!  Here's what I'm thinking.  Amanda needs someone to get her in
shape right now if she's going to be a cheerleader this fall.  For the
remaining seven weeks you'd work on that job, we'd pay you $2,240.  I'll
pay you $2,600 to be Amanda's personal trainer from Monday through the
start of August."

   Amanda was sitting next to me.  I looked at her and asked,
"Cheerleader?"

   Amanda giggled.  "Yeah.  I don't have a fall sport so I thought it would
be fun for my senior year.  I talked to the cheer advisor just before
school let out and she agreed to let me on the squad for football season. I
figured that it would be fun to stand in front of everyone on Friday nights
in one of those cheer outfits."

   Our cheerleaders wore very tight outfits that were not risquÃ(C) but
were unusually revealing for a high school cheer squad.  Amanda would look
fantastic in that outfit.

   Amanda reached over and squeezed my hand.  "Please Harry."

   I took me less than a second to understand that Mr.  Turner was offering
to pay me to spend basically all of the next seven weeks with Amanda.  I
looked at her and then turned to her father.  "Well, I guess that I could
do that."

   Amanda slapped me on the arm and giggled "jerk!"

   After we got dinner cleared up, Mom, Dad, and Mr.  and Mrs.  Turner got
into the pool.  Amanda and I got our second beers and went back to our
table.  Gwen sat down with us.  After some meaningless conversation, Amanda
said to Gwen, "You've been subdued this afternoon.  Is everything ok?"

   Gwen said nothing for a second, and then said, "It would have been nice
to have a guy here that I could have partnered with."

   "Didn't you ask Jeff?" Amanda asked.

   Gwen gave a snort.  Then she told Amanda how Jeff had mishandled the
revelation that Gwen had become a nudist.

   "That's too bad," Amanda said when Gwen finished.  "But, I never liked
Jeff as much as you did.  I think this proves that you are better off
without him, and you'd spilt up when you go off to school in August anyway.
But, that leaves you on your own this summer."

   Gwen replied, "Well, there's always my little brother."

   "Nope," Amanda responded.  "From here on out, he's mine." My heart
fluttered again, but that sounded really, really good to me.  "I have an
idea," Amanda said.  "Let me work on it a few days."

   Our attention was drawn to the pool.  Mom was on Mr.  Turner's shoulders
wrestling Mrs.  Turner, who was sitting on Dad's shoulders.  After a few
moments and a lot of loud laughter, Mrs.  Turner got inside of Mom's arms
and gave a shove that knocked Mom over into the water.  Mom pulled Mr. 
Turner under with him.

   When Mom and Mr.  Turner surfaced, Mr.  Turner told Mom, "You know what
happens to the loser." Mom giggled and went over to the pool ladder.  I
have to say, Mom looked pretty good climbing out of the pool with the water
dripping off of her nude body.  Mr.  Tuner followed her out.  He grabbed a
patio chair and pulled it to the edge of the pool.  Mom looked over at us
and said, "No, this way." She twisted the chair so that it was facing at a
right angle to us.

   Mr.  Turner sat down in the chair.  What happened next was about the
most surprising thing to happen in a very surprising week.  Mom stood
beside Mr.  Turner with her back to us.  Then she lowered herself and
draped herself across Mr.  Turner's knees.  Mom's ass was up a bit and
pointed towards us.  Mom spread her legs slightly, exposing herself to us.
Then, Mr.  Turner spanked her bare ass.  Nothing hard or vicious, but
enough to get Mom's as cheeks pink.

   Gwen and I looked at each other, speechless.  Amanda softly said "Wow."

   Dad saw us watching.  He got out of the pool and walked over.  "We and
the Turners have known each other well for a long time.  Sometimes, when we
get together in private, we like to have a little fun which they wouldn't
approve of at a resort."

   I didn't say anything.  Gwen just said, "Dad, it's cool."

   Both sets of parents had a fair amount to drink.  A bit after Mom's
spanking, Mom and Mrs.  Turner got Dad and Mr.  Turner out of the pool and
stood them side-by-side.  Mrs.  Turner called Amanda and Gwen over.

   "Girls," Mrs.  Turner said over loudly, "you are the judges.  Who has
the nicer Dick?  Bill or Ryan?"

   Amanda and Gwen looked at each other.  Finally Amanda shrugged.  Both
girls got very close to the two men.  Gwen asked, "Can we touch them?"

   Simultaneously, Mr.  Turner yelled "of course" and Mom and Mrs.  Turner
both shrieked "No!" Gwen and Amanda looked at each other again and smiled.
The two girls walked back to where I was standing.

   The three of us faced our nude parents.  Dad and Mr.  Turner stood in
the center.  Mrs.  Turner stood to Dad's right and Dad had his hand on her
ass.  Mom stood to Mr.  Turner's left and had his hand on her ass.

   Gwen announced, "Speaking for myself, I'm sorry Dad, Mr.  Turner has the
more attractive dick."

   Amanda said, "My personal favorite is Harry's, but I see where he got
it. Of the two, I have to prefer Mr.  Stone's dick."

   Mr.  Turner said, "Shit, a tie."

   Mrs.  Turner and Mom laughed.  Mrs.  Turner said, "You boys know the
rules.  The loser has to hold the winner's dick.  You each won and lost so
you each grab the other's dick.  I'll tell you when to let go."

   Dad and Mr.  Turner faced each other, reached out, and each took the
other man's penis in his hand.  This was getting weird.

   I think that Mom and Mrs.  Turner recognized that things were in danger
of going too far too.  Mom said, "Ryan, you remember that we have to go to
Jerome's brunch tomorrow at 10:30?" (Jerome was one of my Dad's partners).

   Mrs.  Turner chimed in, "Bill, you have golf at 10:00 with that guy from
the bank."

   Mr.  Turner seemed a bit deflated.  He asked his wife, "Can you drive? I
can't."

   Amanda stepped forward.  "I can drive."

   We went into the front room.  Gwen brought the Turners' clothes.  As Mr.
Turner and his wife were getting dressed, Mr.  Turner told me, "I'll tell
the foreman that I've re-assigned you.  I'll make sure that Amanda is here
early Monday morning."

   Amanda took her dress from Gwen, but didn't put it on.  "It's late
enough that there won't be any traffic.  I'll drive home nude."

   Amanda stepped very close to me.  We embraced.  We kissed, for a long
while.  Amanda was rubbing her belly back and forth against my dick.  When
we broke our embrace, I had a serious hard-on.  Everyone was staring at my
dick except Amanda.  She was looking into my eyes, smiling.  "Save it for
me Harry," she said.  Then she turned and I watched her perfect bare ass
walk out of the house and along the walkway to our drive.

   Sunday was a very lazy day, apart from cleaning up.  As she made us some
breakfast, Mom told Gwen and me, "I hope that you didn't get the wrong idea
from last night.  Your father and I are very committed to each other.  It's
just that, sometimes, it is fun to play with someone besides your spouse.
We've known the Turners a long time.  They're good people."

   After Mom and Dad left, Gwen and I were lying beside the pool.  "Harry,"
Gwen said, "I owe you an apology, I think.  I've known for a while that
Amanda really liked you.  I was afraid to say anything to you because I
didn't know whether you or she would ever get up the balls to do something
about it and I didn't want you hurt if it didn't happen.  I guess that I
could have done more to make it happen."

   "That's ok.  It looks like we've hooked up now.  I just hope that I
don't screw it up."

   "You won't," Gwen said.  "I still feel like I owe you something." Gwen
rolled over on her belly.  "How about you put some sunscreen on my ass?"

   Gwen had a very nice body.  Not Amanda, but damned nice.  Gwen's ass
was, after her face, her most attractive feature.  I grabbed the bottle of
sunscreen, put some in my hand, rubbed my hands together to warm it, and
began slowly spreading it on Gwen's ass.  I had an idea.  I'd spread the
sunscreen like I was giving Gwen a massage.  I began using more pressure
and working into her firm muscles.

   After several minutes, Gwen said, "You're good.  I'm starting to envy
Amanda.  Hey, get some between my cheeks.  I sure don't want a burn there."

   With her permission, I gently spread Gwen's buttocks and gently spread a
thin coat of sunscreen.  I got daring and ran my finger over her asshole.

   "Taking liberties?" Gwen said.  "Well, take another and put some around
my slit." Gwen spread her legs.  Not that I've seen hundreds, but I've
always thought that my sister has a very attractive pussy.  It was on
display for me now.  I was worried about spreading sunscreen some place
that I shouldn't, so I just ran my finger along her lips.  I got daring
again and started lightly rubbing Gwen's clit.

   "Harry, you shouldn't," Gwen said.

   "I shouldn't what?" I asked.

   "You shouldn't stop.  Sorry, but I'm horny."

   This was getting interesting and I was getting a hard-on.  I
accidentally brushed the head of my dick against Gwen's bare ass.

   "Harry, you just rubbed your dick on my ass, didn't you?" Gwen asked.

   "Not on purpose," I replied.

   Gwen rolled over.  "We're going too far.  But, damn, I'm horny.  It
isn't incest if we just watch each other get ourselves off is it?"

   "I'm not sure," I replied.

   "Let's find out," Gwen said.  She sat up and began fingering herself. 
Not to be left out, I grasped my own dick and began stroking.  Watching
Gwen masturbate was extremely sexy.  Before long, she was taking loud,
sharp breaths.  This was getting to me.  I stroked harder and soon shot a
long thread, some of which landed on Gwen's bare thigh.  Gwen kept finger
herself until she gave a moan that started softly and built to a crescendo.
She fell onto her back and took a few sharp breaths.

   Gwen quickly sat back up.  She saw my cum on her thigh.  She wiped some
of it up with a finger and put the finger in her mouth.  "That probably was
incest," Gwen said.  "Don't tell anyone.  Congratulations.  Yours is the
first man's semen I've had in my mouth."

   "I mean this the right way Gwen; I hope that you have others."

   "I understand.  Thanks.  I hope so too."

   "Harry, I have a question."

   "Yes?"

   "When you were jerking off, why did you jerk most around the head of
your dick?"

   "For me, and I think for every man, the underside of the head is the
most sensitive area."

   "Thanks.  I need to know these things.  I don't want to stay a virgin
through college."

   "You're still a virgin?"

   "Yeah.  Who'd you think that I'd laid?"

   "Well, I just assumed that you and Jeff had."

   "I wanted to.  Jeff wouldn't."

   "Damn.  He's absolutely nuts if he turned down a drop-dead beauty like
you."

   "Do you really think that I'm beautiful Harry?"

   "Gwen, there is no 'think' about it.  I know that you are very
beautiful."

   "Better than Amanda?"

   "That's not fair, but, since you asked, no, Amanda is the most beautiful
girl I've ever seen.  You're not too far behind though."

   "Do I look better naked or with clothes on?"

   "Well, you dress pretty well, what I'd call elegant sexy.  But, I think
it's a no-brainer that you look better naked."

   "Well, Harry, I've got to tell you, you look a lot better naked.  It
isn't that you dress badly, but, in your clothes, you look like a lot of
other guys who play football and wrestle.  With your clothes off, a girl
can see the things which your clothes hide, like how your muscles move, and
your dick of course."

   "You like my dick?"

   "Absolutely.  It has a great shape.  It is thick and it's big without
being too big.  You have a dick that everyone should see."

   Gwen picked up her watch.  "Damn, Mom and Dad will b e home soon.  Stand
up, there's something I want to do before they get home."

   I stood up.  Gwen stood up facing me only inches away.  "Harry, I want a
hug and a like you gave Amanda last night.  Both hands on my ass."

   At that moment, I didn't need to be told twice.  I embraced my sister
and felt her bare tits on my chest.  I put both hands on her ass and pulled
her into me.  Gwen's tongue probed my lips until I opened and let her in my
mouth.  My tongue went into her mouth.  We stayed that way quite a while.

   Finally, Gwen broke the embrace.  "You're not a bad brother.  But, we
can't go too far." Gwen started walking towards the house.  My eyes were on
her beautiful bare ass until she turned around and said, "at least, not
yet."

   Our doorbell rang about 8:30 the next morning.  I opened it to Amanda in
a tee shirt and shorts.  I looked for her car.  "I just walked over," she
said.  "The point is to get in shape, right?"

   I took Amanda down to the basement.  We undressed and then talked about
what she already did to get fit.  She had a pretty good program.  I wanted
her to do some weight training, which she had not been doing.  I spent the
next hour showing her the technique for various exercise and then had her
do them while I watched and corrected her form.

   When we took a break, Amanda said, "I like the bench press the best."

   "That's odd," I said.  "A lot of women have trouble with it because
their tits are in the way, and you definitely have tits."

   "What I like," Amanda said, "is you standing right past my head to spot
me.  I look up right at the head of your dick."

   We went back to it for another 20 minutes.  Then I said, "That is enough
weights for today.  Being new to it, you will likely be sore tomorrow and I
don't want you too sore.  What do you want to do for an aerobic workout?"

   Amanda smiled.  "There is that trail that goes through the woods to near
my house.  It's about two and a half miles.  We could run over to my
house."

   "What trail?" I asked.

   "You don't know?" I'm surprised.  I don't know who built them, if
anyone, but there are some trails in the woods.  One is a few yards into
the woods past your back yard.  It goes over by my house.  You just cut
across a small corner of the neighbor's property to get to our back yard."

   "Cool," I said.  "Ok, we can run that." I started to grad a tee shirt
and shorts.

   "Harry," Amanda said, "let's run it naked." i "Ok," I said.

   We both put on our shoes.  I grabbed a pair of shorts to carry with me.

   "Harry," Amanda said, "leave the shorts here.  Don't you think that it
will be more fun if we run naked and don't take any clothes with us?"

   Among the many things about Amanda that I loved, I loved the way she
thought.

   I smiled.  "Ok."

   I followed Amanda's perfect bare ass up the steps.  Mom was in the
kitchen as we went through to the back patio.

   "I said, "Mom, we're going to run through the woods to Amanda's."

   Mom looked up, saw that we had no clothes, and smiled.  "Enjoy
yourselves," she said.

   Fortunately, the woods at the back of our lot were trees without weeds
we needed to be careful of.  We got to the trail.  Amanda smacked her ass.
"I hope that you like it because you're going to be following it for the
next two and a half miles." She took off running.  I followed.

   I followed Amanda at a moderate pace for four or five hundred yards. 
Then I sprinted past her, saying, "you need to vary the pace." I faced
forward and pushed it as hard as I could for about a thousand yards.  That
hurt.

   I finally slowed down, turned, and jogged very slowly backwards to see
where Amanda was.  She was charging to catch up to me.  Amanda's breasts
were proportionate to her body, not huge.  They still made an alluring
visual as she ran hard to catch up.

   When she came even with me, I told her, "Slow down but don't stop."
Amanda was sucking wind, but she kept running.  I extended my hand and we
jogged naked through the woods, holding hands.

   I slowly built the pace back up and asked Amanda to tell me when we were
about a quarter mile from her place.  When she said we'd reached that
point, I charged again, trying to go all out for the last quarter.  It hurt
worse.

   After what seemed like a lot more than a quarter mile, I heard Amanda
yell "stop." I slowed to a jog and went around in circles cooling off as
she charged up.  I opened my arms and Amanda ran into my embrace.  I kissed
her quickly and said "Keep moving to cool down."

   We jogged a little ways further on the trail.  Then we turned and went
back.  About where she had told me to stop, Amanda said we needed to leave
the woods to get to her back yard.  We hadn't seen anyone on the trail.

   I let Amanda lead.  She stopped as she reached the edge of the woods. 
"Damn," she said.

   Coming up next to her and putting my arm lightly on the small of her
back, I asked "what?"

   She pointed.  "Mrs.  Plummer is out sunning." About 150 yards away, I
could see what looked like a middle aged lady lying on a lounger.  "We have
to cross her back yard to get to our property," Amanda explained.

   I took Amanda's hand and led her out of the woods.  "Let's hope that she
isn't looking," I said.

   We walked across the back of Mrs.  Plummer's yard, maybe 50yards, to a
wood fence.  Amanda said, "The gate is up towards the house." We started
walking forward.  We were, maybe, 30 yards to Mrs.  Plummer's left, but we
were walking closer to her.  If she looked up, she would see that we were
both naked.

   Finally, we got to the gate.  Amanda punched a code into a key pad, the
gate unlocked, and we were in her back yard.  As we walked towards the
Turners' pool, I could see that Mrs.  Turner was sunbathing.

   As we stepped onto the pool deck, Amanda said, "Hi Mom."

   Mrs.  Turner looked up.  "What have you two been doing?"

   "We ran the trail that goes over by the Stones' house," Amanda answered.

   "Nude?" Mrs.  Turner asked.

   "Yeah, we left our clothes at Harry's place."

   "That's good," Mrs.  Turner said.  "Just be careful.  There are people
around here who think that nudity is sinful." Mrs.  Turner stood up.  "You
two are sweating like crazy.  Why don't you both go upstairs and get a
shower.  Take your time; I'll fix a light lunch you can have when you're
done."

   Amanda was smiling.  She led me inside and upstairs to a large bathroom.
"The huge shower is over there," she said, pointing to a tiled space that
occupied one end of the room.  "I'm betting that our parents have showered
together in there.  But, for just two, there's a smaller more intimate
shower."

   Amanda led me past a huge vanity and around a corner.  Behind a clear
glass door was a small shower.  She looked at me and smiled.  "I think that
we'll just fit." Amanda opened the shower door and turned the water on. 
She closed the door and we took off our shoes.  While Amanda fiddled with
pulling a towel out of a hamper, I looked at her.  I was almost overwhelmed
that I was about to shower with a girl this bright, this beautiful, this
nice, and this much fun.

   Amanda found the towel she wanted and hung it on a peg in the wall.  She
opened the shower door with one hand and took my hand in the other. 
"Remember, Mom told us to take our time."

   We just fit together in the shower.  We got wet.  We each took a bar of
soap and began washing each other.  We started out innocently, washing arms
and shoulders.  Then I turned Amanda around and began washing her back and
legs.  The feel of her skin and the muscles underneath it is with me to
this day.  I saved her ass for last.  First, I washed her hips.  Then, I
began working between her hips.  Finally, without soap, I began fingering
Amanda's asshole.

   After a few seconds, Amanda turned around.  She put her hands under my
shoulders to tell me to stand up.  Once I stood, we were facing.  I looked
into her eyes and had never seen anything so beautiful.  We kissed. 
Amanda's wet hand began stroking my dick.  I put my hand between her legs
and began fingering her clit.

   We were getting each other pretty worked up with our hands when Amanda
leaned to my ear and said "Please." She leaned the short distance back to
the shower wall and spread her legs.  She put both hands on my dick and
guided it into her slit.  As I entered her, I felt a momentary slight
resistance that immediately gave way.  I guess that I was proud to be the
first man to enter Amanda.

   Neither of us were experienced lovers.  I figured out the basics and
Amanda helped.  Everything about the experience felt wonderful.  I could
feel myself getting ready to come when Amanda shrieked "Oh God!" so loud
I'm betting that Mrs.  Plummer heard her.  Amanda collapsed into my arms
just as I came inside her.

   I pulled out as soon as I had come.  We stood there under the water,
holding each other and panting.  After what seemed like hours, but was
probably only a minute or two, Amanda smiled and kissed me.  "Wash me off
then dry me, lover," she said.  I gladly obliged.

   Once I had toweled Amanda off outside the shower and she had returned
the pleasure, she said, "Just so you know, I went on contraceptives about a
month ago.  I was hoping that I'd get the opportunity to do this with you."

   Once we were dried, we went downstairs, naked of course.  Mrs.  Turner
had put out bread, a selection of cold meats, and some fruit.  Mrs.  Turner
was naked too.  "You can look Harry.  I'm not Amanda, but I'm not bad and I
enjoy it."

   Turning to Amanda, Mrs.  Turner asked, "You came?"

   Smiling, Amanda said "Of course!"

   "How was it dear?"

   "Great!" Amanda replied.

   Mrs.  Turner smiled.  "That was what I thought about the first time I
got laid too.  Like you, I did it with someone I cared a lot about."
Turning to me, Mrs.  Turner asked "How was it for you Harry?"

   "Great, special, exquisite, I don't have the right superlative," I
replied.

   "I'm glad that you both enjoyed it," Mrs.  Turner said.  "You two have,
at least, this summer and your whole senior year to make love to each
other. My advice is just stay true to each other and be honest and open
with each other.  Don't start playing around with someone else behind the
other's back."

   "There's no risk of that," I said.  "I'm already with the greatest girl
alive."

   Amanda looked at me for a long moment.  Then she said, "I love you
Harry."

   After we ate a light lunch, Amanda said, "Let's go back upstairs and get
a short nap.  We've got another workout session this afternoon."

   Amanda led me to her bedroom, pulled back the sheet on her bed, and
said, "Get in." I did.  Amanda got in after me.  I rolled onto my side. 
Amanda lay on her side and sort of backed into me, with her butt against my
dick.  I had my arms around her, one under her and one on top.

   "Harry?"

   "Yes?"

   "Gwen told me about your mutual masturbation session yesterday."

   I must have tensed because Amanda went on, "It's cool.  Gwen is my best
friend and she is sexy.  Just, from now on, you tell me about stuff like
that.  Ok?  And, please don't do anything with anyone besides Gwen and me."

   I said, very sincerely, "I will not only tell you everything, I won't do
anything with anyone but you."

   Amanda giggled.  "Let's not go too far.  You and Gwen and me might be
fun.  Remember I said that there are some kinks that look like fun?"