Family Ties

I grinned at her nervous-but-defiant attitude, and I silently thanked Erin when she gave her a sisterly hug.

“What was that all about?” my dad asked from beside me.

I’d been so preoccupied that I hadn’t heard him come up. “Um… I sort of didn’t tell Christy we were nudists until two days ago.”

His eyebrows rose. Then he chuckled and shook his head. He started to say something but thought better of it.

“What?” I said defensively.

“Nothing.”

“No… what?” I insisted.

“Nothing. Just… you’d better get your act together, son, especially in the girlfriend department.”

I wanted to object but kept my mouth shut instead.

“Good man,” he said when he read my expression. Then he leaned close.

“And maybe it wouldn’t hurt to call home more often. Your mom’s been a little lonely with me working so much and Erin busy with exams and everything else.”

“Ah. Got it.”

“So give her a call and tell her what’s going on in your life. I think she’d like that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good man,” he repeated with a clap on the shoulder. “Now, let’s finish up here and then get out of these clothes. I dunno ’bout you, but I’m feeling a little overdressed. Besides, I’m sure the ladies wouldn’t mind a little company before dinner.” He waggled his eyebrows and then laughed at my look of surprise.

“Hey,” he said, “your old man isn’t so old after all.”

I knew for a fact that he wasn’t, and I secretly hoped I’d be as horny as he was when I reached his age.

Kirk and Doug snapped me out of my reverie when they returned with the largest rug. Dad and I set aside our dust mops to help roll it out. Then we moved the couches back into position and shed our clothes to join the ladies as proper nudists.

I had an idea, so I pulled Susan aside and asked for her car keys.

“What’s up?” she said as she dug them out of her purse.

“Trying to think ahead for a change.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm. Can I borrow Christy too?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks. Dinner in… what? Ten, fifteen minutes?”

“About fifteen.” She arched an inquisitive eyebrow but let me go without any more questions.

“Where’re we going?” Christy asked as we climbed into the car.

“You’ll see.” A minute later I parked outside Susan’s house.

Christy followed me inside with a mixture of eagerness and confusion.

“What’re you up to?”

“Linen closet is this way,” I answered cryptically. She followed and looked puzzled when I opened the door and gestured.

Susan always kept a supply of beach towels, a sort of lost-and-found collection that changed over time. Old towels went home with people as she lent them out and they forgot to return them, but different ones replaced them when other people accidentally left them behind. The current stack had a few that I recognized, but most were new to the collection.

“Always know where your towel is,” I said to Christy.

“What’re you talking about?”

“Here, I’ll show you.”

I handed her a small stack and grabbed a larger one myself. I did a quick count to make sure we had enough for everyone. Then I led her back to the kitchen and set them on the table. She followed suit but looked confused when I took the top towel and set it on the counter next to the sink. She squeaked in surprise as I picked her up and set her on it.

“Behold, the towel,” I said grandly. “Just about the most massively useful thing any nudist can carry. You can sit on it. You can dry yourself with it.

You can lie in the sun on it. You can even wrap it around yourself if you’re cold.

“Everyone at camp carries one in the summer,” I continued. “But it’s winter, so none of us had them in the clubhouse. We’ll need them for the hot tub later, too. So I decided to kill two birds with one stone. I could fetch towels and show you something at the same time. Besides,” I added with a grin, “I wanted to get you alone for a few minutes. You’re incredibly sexy in that apron.”

She rolled her eyes, but my grin was infectious.

I leaned forward and kissed her. Then I grew serious. “Are you doing okay?”

“Mmm hmm. A little nervous at first, but…” She shrugged. “It isn’t a big deal. Erin was right, no one stares or anything.”

“I do. At you, especially.”

“Yes, but I want you to stare.”

“Oh you do?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Anything you want me to do besides stare?”

“Like what?” she asked coyly.

“Like this.” I moved the bib of her apron and planted a kiss on her exposed nipple.

She gasped when I nibbled gently. The little bud stiffened, so I circled her areola with my tongue and then sucked the whole thing into my mouth. She whimpered when my teeth closed around it.

“Bite it,” she whispered urgently.

I bit it. Then I switched to the other and did the same. She held my head and moaned softly as I spent a few minutes licking, sucking, and gently biting. I finally pulled back and grinned at her.

“We should probably get back,” I said.

“In a minute.” She leaned forward for a kiss. Our lips met, and I could almost feel her pent-up desire. She wrapped her arms around my neck, so I lifted her off the counter. Her legs automatically wrapped around me, and she moaned softly when I supported her with my hands on her bare ass.