Family Ties

“I wasn’t thinking that at all!” Except that I was.

“To thine own self be true.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You remember when you said you really don’t like me sometimes?”

She fluttered her eyelashes and replied with an artful smile.

“Well, this is one of those times when I don’t like you.”

“How can you not like me? I’m so sweet and adorable.”

“And smart. So yeah, you caught me… I was thinking that a nice Catholic girl wouldn’t know anything about sex.”

“For your information, Mr. Doubting Thomas, we had to take sex ed, just like regular schools.” Her look of triumph didn’t last. “Unfortunately, it was mostly about purity and chastity. So I… um… sort of had to learn a lot on my own.”

“From books,” I said dryly.

“Exactly.”

“Any other sources?”

“No, of course not,” she lied.

“Uh-huh.” I thought about telling her to be true to her own self, but decided against it. She’d already come a long way, so calling her on a lie wasn’t going to help my cause. “Well,” I said instead, “you’ll get plenty of, ahem, hands-on education with me.”

“Oh? I will?” She looked relieved that I hadn’t pressed her.

“Mmm hmm. And lots of semen to study.”

“How am I supposed to study it if I swallow it all?” she asked with wide, not-so-innocent eyes.

“Don’t worry, you’ll never have a shortage as long as I’m around. In your mouth, on your face, on your chest, on your—”

“So… all over me?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Sounds like fun. They say it’s good for your hair and nails.”

“Oh, ‘they’ do, do they?”

“Mmm hmm.” She thought about it. “But that’s probably only if you swallow it.”

“That’s what I prefer.”

Her cheeks turned rosy. “Me too.”

“Well, good. That’s one question answered: spit or swallow?”

“Swallow, please,” she said cheerfully.

I rolled my eyes.

“And speaking of which… I’m hungry.”

“Ha! But I just realized… we left your snack in the clubhouse. Want me to fetch it?”

“Why don’t we both go?”

“Sure.”

She reached for my discarded button-down. I let her put it on but stopped her before she could button it.

“Do you really need that?” I said. “It’s a nudist camp, remember?”

“But… I thought… I mean…”

I slid my hand inside the shirt and pulled her close. My cock was still semi-hard, and it bent against her flat stomach.

“It’s dark. No one can see. Besides, no one’s in the clubhouse. What better time to try being a nudist?”

“But… you said…”

“I’m a nudist. And… I’d like you to be, too.”

“So it’s part of the package?”

“Yes.” A small part of me felt guilty for only telling her bits and pieces, but the whole truth was more than she could handle at once. So I kept my mouth shut and silently willed her to agree.

She ventured a nod.

“Danny was right,” I said, and hoped my relief didn’t show. “He said you were fearless.”

That seemed to stiffen her resolve. She took off the shirt and tossed it aside.

“You’re cute when you’re determined.”

“And don’t you forget it!” She marched toward the door, and I actually had to stretch out to stop her.

“Hold on a second,” I said with a laugh. “Lemme get my flip-flops first.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

I dug them out of my backpack and slipped my feet into them. “Okay, now you can boldly go where no nudist woman in stockings and heels has ever gone before.” I thought about it. “Yeah, you’re probably the first.”

She rolled her eyes but stood on tiptoe for a kiss, which I was happy to give her. I was also happy to follow her across the darkened road, since her bare ass and stocking-clad legs looked amazing.

We found the baggie of vegetables right where we’d left it, but the clubhouse was unheated and drafty, so we hurried back to the relative warmth of our room. I closed the door behind us and grinned as she dusted sand from her shoes.

“You can probably take those off now,” I said. “I mean, they’re sexy as hell, but you can’t wear them to bed.”

She looked toward the bed in question, and I watched emotions play across her face: anxiety, determination, and finally excitement. She did her best to hide the last, but I could read it in every line of her body.

I sat on the bed and idly gnawed a carrot stick as she took off her shoes, stockings, and garter belt. She watched me out of the corner of her eye and seemed to grow more comfortable when I didn’t wolf-whistle or leer or anything.

She joined me on the bed. I hoped she’d sit cross-legged too, but she folded her legs under her and sat Japanese-style.

We chatted while she ate, and I told her more about life at camp. She perked up immediately when I described the quarry lake and its waterfall.

“It sounds beautiful,” she said. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“You realize,” I said slowly, “that you’ll have to come back. To the nudist camp.”

“Of course I will.” She rolled her eyes. “I just… have to get used to it is all.”

“You’re doing well so far.”

“Thank you. It’s… kind of fun, actually.”

I nodded.

“I thought I’d be embarrassed or self-conscious, but I’m not.”

“That’s good.”

“Besides, I really like looking at you.”

“Thanks. The feeling’s mutual.”

“Tell me more about the people at camp.”