Family Ties

Mom was in the kitchen area. She was wearing a man’s shirt, a faded pair of Gators sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and slip-on clogs. She looked up when she saw me, and her eyes widened.

“What’re you doing? Where are your clothes?”

“Nudist camp,” I reminded her.

“Winter,” she countered.

I ignored her and gestured at her shirt. “Dad made it safe?”

“Mmm hmm. A little after midnight. We came back right after Doug and the girls.”

I nodded and found two bowls, which I filled with cereal and milk. I wondered how to get everything up to the room, so I rummaged under the counter and found a plastic restaurant tray with “S&W Cafeteria” in faded Art Deco letters. Mom was frying eggs for breakfast sandwiches.

“Is that all you’re having?” she asked as I added two apples.

“I might add some peanut butter if we have any,” I said, “but yeah.”

She rolled her eyes and cracked another egg into the little electric skillet she was using instead of the stove. “Doesn’t this girlfriend of yours feed you?”

“Not really,” I laughed. “I feed her more than she feeds me. But don’t worry, Wren takes good care of all of us.”

“I like her. Susan does too.”

“That makes three of us. Although… Christy does too. They’re sort of like you and Susan.”

“So Christy’s bisexual?” Mom said.

“What can I say?” I flashed her a grin. “I wanted a girl like dear ol’

Mom.”

She brandished her spatula. “Call me old again and I’ll swat you.”

“Perish the thought.”

“Toast some bread for your sandwich,” she said dryly. “Ham and cheese are in the fridge. Does Christy want one?”

“No. Thanks, though.” I cored and sliced the apples while she finished the eggs. She assembled a sandwich and set the plate on my tray. I gave her a peck on the cheek and then headed back to the room.

Christy was wearing my shirt and sitting demurely with her legs folded under her on the bed. I sat down cross-legged and set the tray between us. We ate in companionable silence, although I caught her several times as she stole a glance at my dick, which twitched every time she did.

“Well,” I said, “you definitely like me being a nudist.”

Her eyes flashed with a smile.

“But do you still like it?”

“I like it with you. I don’t know if I’m ready for anyone else to see me, though.”

“You might have to get used to it pretty quick. We need to shower,

and…”

“I’d forgotten about that. Do you think we can sneak over? Are your parents and Erin awake yet?”

“Mom made me the egg sandwich.”

“Uh-oh.”

“And we need to leave for the funeral by nine fifteen. So…”

“Everyone will be getting ready at the same time.”

“More or less,” I said. “Do you want to skip it?”

Her eyes widened in exasperation. “I can’t.”

“Why not? Well, your hair’s a bit of a mess, but you can fix that.”

“Paul, what have we been doing all morning?”

“Fooling around,” I said with a grin.

“Mmm hmm. And I’m…”

“Ah, right. Covered in semen. But whose fault is that?” I teased.

“Yours! You shot it all over me.”

“You were the one jerking me off.”

She smiled guiltily. “I was having fun. So sue me.”

“I’d rather use you instead.”

“Oh? And what would you use me for?”

“All sorts of naughty things.”

“That involve your penis, I’m sure.”

“Hey, I take care of Miss Kitty too.”

“Mmm, you do.”

“And I’ll take care of her again tonight, but for now…”

“We need to shower.”

I grinned.

“What?”

“I like hearing you say that.”

“What? ‘We need to shower’?”

I nodded. “It’s a couples thing.”

“Well… we are.”

“I know, but it’s also a thing we do nude.”

She rolled her eyes. “You and your body… always showing off.”

“I like looking at yours too. But I work hard to stay in shape, so I like to show off… especially for my girlfriend.”

It was her turn to grin. “I like hearing you say that.”

“What? ‘Especially for my girlfriend’?”

“All of it.” Her blue eyes sparkled and she leaned forward for a kiss.

I pushed the tray aside and pulled her in to my lap. She squeaked in surprise when I tugged her shirttail out of the way and cupped her bare ass.

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped when her pussy pressed against my pubic bone.

My resurgent hard-on nestled in the crack of her ass. I moved it aside and thrust a finger into her from behind.

“We can’t,” she pleaded. “We have to… unh!” She clung to my neck and began grinding her pussy against me as I fingered her.

“Are you going to come for me?” I whispered in her ear.

“Mmm.”

“You’re a little sex kitten, aren’t you?”

She whimpered and nodded.

“You like spreading your legs for me, don’t you?”

“Unh!”

“Say it.”

“I like— spreading— my legs.” She gasped and shuddered. She was close. Her pussy had begun to contract around my finger, and she ground against me even harder.

“Come for me,” I whispered again.

She buried her face in the hollow of my neck and muffled a cry. Her body stiffened and then went rigid. Heat and moisture flooded her pussy, and her muscles contracted around my finger. I wiggled it inside her and felt her shudder with pleasure. She clung to me as the waves crashed over her and then slowly receded.

“You’re so naughty,” she said weakly. “Making me say those things.”

“Why? They’re true.”

“They are not.”