55 comments/ 355304 views/ 201 favorites Charlie's Naked Proposal Ch. 01 By: scouries Chapter 1 - Mom? This is an Official Entry into the 2008 LITEROTICA "NUDE DAY" CONTEST. I had hoped to write it in one chapter but it continued to grow 'larger and larger' as I wrote -- much like the hero of this story's penis! I now plan to make it a two chapter story and hope to have chapter 2 complete within weeks. Chapter 1 is approximately 3 Literotica pages long. WARNING: This is an Incest category story that features a teenage boy's discovery of the allures of his sisters and his mother during a family marriage celebration. There is no underage sex described in this story -- all participants are 18 years old or older. It's also a cautionary tale -- a warning to all of you to take care and think very carefully before attending any kind of Nude Day event with a family member...you never know what might suddenly pop up...and what mom or sis might do with it! Charlie's Naked Proposal #1 - Mom? June 14th 2007, the Woodman house, on Philadelphia's Main Lone, "We're not going and that's final!" my father announced from the end of the table. Since mom, my little sister and I had been talking about Obama and McCain for the last twenty minutes dad's interjection didn't make a whole lot of sense. Mind you he'd been looking pretty pissed off all through dinner. In fact he had been for the last couple of days I realized as I looked up at his scowling countenance. "Not at the dinner table dear," mom cautioned her husband. "We'll talk about it later." I looked up quizzically at my sister across the table. Her quick shrug of the shoulders indicated she was in the dark as much as I was. "We're not going where dad?" I finally probed. "Please Charlie, not while we're eating," mom said as she gave me a quick, cross look. Watching dad's face I could see all the warning signs of an immanent explosion. Dad wasn't that quick to anger usually but when he finally did he was as likely as not to go ballistic. I could see ballistic written all over his face. "We are not going to backwoods West Virginia to wander around half assed naked for four days," dad promised in a tone that brooked no dissent. What the fuck is this all about I wondered to myself. My little sister Isabel however was a little quicker on the uptake. Her eyes and mouth were open in shock when she asked, "You mean Sophie's getting married on the commune?" "We'll talk about it later," mom quickly interjected, clearly hoping to bury the subject. "But I thought they'd agreed to wait til next year," Izzy said guilelessly. "And to hold it here... I mean at the Church...then here at the house for the reception." "Apparently not," dad muttered, the rage he was feeling clear in his sarcastic, angry tone. "But isn't it up to us, the brides family to arrange the wedding?" I blurted out when I realized what was going down. Dad didn't need any further encouragement. "Yes Charles, it is. In every family except ours apparently. In normal families. But your sister Sophie has decided to break her mother's heart ... yes, instead of a religious service in the Church she's attended all her life..." "It's her choice John," mom interrupted. "If they feel that a more natural setting-" Dad wasn't going to be stopped that easily and broke in. "A NATURAL SETTING?" he bellowed, his eyes almost popping out of his head as they jumped from mom to me to Isabel and back, "Charles, your sister believes that I should walk her through some muddy, West Virginia field and deliver her to this socialist, hippy, drug head. And she expects me to do it naked, my penis floating in the wind." "Sophie asked you to walk her down the aisle naked?" Izzy gasped. "She did not," mom insisted as she scowled at dad. It was wasted on him, he was just getting going. "We can send invitations to all our friends," he railed sarcastically. "John and Catherine Woodman invite you to the wedding of their daughter Sophie to Mister Graham Poole. Dress is informal! Watch out for the cow shit as you wander barefoot to your seat." "But it's not for another year...maybe they'll change their mind by next summer," I said. "Not any longer son...this cretin has convinced your sister to marry him next month. On something called National Nude Day." Thinking he was joking I chuckled at dad's comment. He didn't smile back. "He's not that bad," mom chimed in, but with so little conviction she might as well have stayed silent. "Maybe we could kidnap her and have her deprogrammed daddy," sis suggested. "How do you deprogram stupidity," dad thundered back. Truth be said, Graham Poole wasn't that bad a guy. It was just that he was the furthest thing away from what my parents had ever imagined as a suitable husband for one of their daughters. And this was even though he was relatively good looking, and had been intelligent enough to have gone through Yale on a full scholarship. While we'd grown rich on the Philly's Main Line, the fourth generation on both sides of our families to have lived there in capitalist luxury, Graham had grown up on a commune on the West Virginia/Tennessee border. Home schooled by hippy parents who were stoned half the time (at least according to dad). Raised naked by devotees of free love and practitioners of group sex and multi partner marriages (again according to dad). The couple of visits Graham had made to our house could not be described as successes! When they'd announced their engagements at Christmas dad had extracted a promise from his oldest daughter that they'd wait at least one year before marrying and that the ceremony, if it ever took place, would occur at the local Presbyterian Church that had welcomed Woodmans through its doors for generations. Obviously Sophie hadn't honored the deal and so Isabel and I both had to listen to dad rant and rave for another half hour that night before we finally escaped. ***** "Hey." "Hey you," I answered back as I looked up and saw Isabel slip through my door and into my room. I'd been expecting her for the last hour. "Decent?" she asked as she sat down on the side of my bed. I'd been sitting against the backboard of my bed, reading by the light of my bedside lamp. All I was wearing was a pair of my boxer shorts. "You're supposed to ask that before you enter...you know, after you've knocked," I groused, but with a welcoming grin on my lips. I knew she'd have some news. "What's to see," she teased as she lifted the sheet that was bunched at my waist and pretended to look under it. "Ohhh wow!" she mocked, then sat next to me, leaning back against the headboard as she tucked her legs under the sheet. "I'm busy," I complained but that didn't stop me from putting my arm around her shoulder. "You probably don't want to hear my news then," she said as she made a move to get up. "Talk," I ordered as I tightened my grip around her. We'd been born only ten months apart and somehow, against all odds, we'd become best friends. I had buddies who hated their sisters or were constantly at war with them; but instead, somehow Izzy and I had become friends. She was the most important person in my world. The person I'd spilled my secrets to knowing they'd never be repeated. The person I'd sought for advice on almost any subject, including girls. Quite simply I loved her. And she'd always reciprocated. It had only been in the last few months that our life long connection had somehow become skewed and had started to falter. It was my fault and she had recognized the change immediately. And believed it was because of my immanent departure for University, me wanting to distance myself before I left for my new life. She didn't know there was a darker reason, a reason I was incapable of articulating to the only person I loved in the world. Dark thoughts that overcame me as I slept...thoughts that erupted in creamy spurts from the end of my cock while I slept. I'd started to love her too much! "It's the weekend of July 14th ... it's like their most important holiday of the year... Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving all rolled into one," she started excitedly. "What is?" "International Nude Day at the Rising Sun Commune for Peace, Brotherhood and Love. That's the official name of Graham's commune by the way," Izzy instructed. "What? Where'd you get that?" I asked. "I checked their website. Then I called Sophie," she said proudly. "You did?" I asked, as always impressed by my younger sister's ingenuity. "She wants me to be her maid of honor." "She does? Are you going to? It's not really a nude wedding is it?" "Yes, yes, and yes," she answered. "But I'm wearing clothes...she said its okay. And you're coming too." "I am?" "She wants you to walk her down the aisle. She knows daddy won't come. Don't tell her I warned you." "But...what do I wear?" I finally asked. "She said that it'll be up to you Charlie. Nude or all dressed. Sorta like a hot dog," she added with a giggle. "She's nuts," I groused even as the image of me walking Sophie down a church aisle flashed into my mind. "Graham...his parents...his best man...just about everyone attending will be nude," she explained. "Only mom and I, and maybe you are exempt." "What if I got an erection?" I asked without thinking as the thought of me walking down the aisle in front of a thousand pointing, and laughing, people jumped into my head. "With something that small? No one would even notice it Charlie," my sister promised as she jumped from my bed, just in time to escape my angry lunge for her. "Ha, ha, you're really funny Izzy," I yelled at her retreating back, "and maybe those little bumps on your chest will grow into real breasts some day." She stopped on a dime and turned, and then, with her shoulders suddenly pulled back and her round, firm breasts taut against the thin cotton t-shirt trying to contain them, announced haughtily, "Well Peter seems to like them," then spun around and marched from my room and down the stairs to her bedroom below. Isabel did have nice breasts. Gorgeous, full, round, high, just turned eighteen year old breasts, breasts that were one of the main reasons why I'd been trying to distance myself from her over the previous few months. Breasts that now often kept me awake at night. And this was even though I'd never actually seen them, at least not since they'd started to sprout from her chest a year and a half earlier. I'll kill that little prick Peter I promised myself as the vision of her acne faced boyfriend mauling my sisters tits appeared before my eyes. And then I remembered her other insult. Small! Screw you I thought as I fished in my shorts and pulled out my penis. Slowly stroking him awake I actually spoke aloud to the empty room, "Wait'll you've felt this inside you Izzy. Then try and tell me about fucking Peter." She's your sister, you retard, I told myself as soon as I'd uttered the words. But I still stroked myself. Harder and harder...faster and faster... then groaned as a thick strand of my cum spurted from the head of my cock. And with each subsequent ejaculation it was a picture of my two sisters, both naked, that filed my mind. ***** "Hi Charlie," I heard when I picked up my cell the next day. "Hi big sister," I answered, my pleasure at hearing my sisters Sophie's voice clear in my every word. "So...you've heard?" she said nervously. "Uh huh," I agreed. "He'll never come will he?" "No...It'd never work," I agreed, knowing she was referring to Dad. "You're coming aren't you?" "Do you think I'd miss a chance to see this spectacle," I laughed. "According to dad there's going to be six thousand naked hippies smoking pot and singing the commie "Internationale" in a field full of cow poop." "Shutup," she giggled back. "Then, after they sacrifice a virgin, and dad's not sure where they're going to find one, you and Graham are going to be declared man and wife in some Pagan ceremony that'll end with everyone in the commune rolling around entwined on the ground engaged in a wild orgy. Of course I'm going to be there." "You're sick," my sister laughed. "I'm going to bring every camera the family owns," I promised back. "Pervert!" After a silence that stretched for seconds Sophie added in a soft, almost girlish voice, "Will you walk me down the aisle?" "There's an aisle?" I tried to tease but simply couldn't pull it off. "Me? You want me? Really?" I asked. "Uh huh. I need somebody to give me away...somebody I love," she whispered softly. I couldn't help but catch the wisp of sadness in her voice and knew daddy's decision had really hurt her. "What if I decide to keep you instead of giving you away?" I asked my older sister. At almost twenty-two, four years older than I was and having been away from home at University for the last four years, I didn't know Sophie nearly as well as Izzy. But I'd always liked her. "That might not be so bad," she teased back. Sophie was as quick with a quip as her sister. "So what does the father of the bride wear in Lotus Land anyway?" "Flowers in your hair?" "Seriously." "Everyone in the Poole family, and judging by the gossip I've heard lately, the whole commune by now," she added, "is expecting a group of stuck up, rich, overdressed, boring snobs to show up." "Why do they think that? What's Graham been telling people anyway?" I asked angrily, suddenly pissed off that these degenerates were bad mouthing their betters. "What have you guys been saying about them?" Sophie challenged back. I didn't have to tell her -- she knew. And of course in the end I agreed to walk her down the aisle -- but without making any clothing, or lack thereof, commitment. Driving to West Virginia Thursday, July 12th, 2007 It was four weeks later and yours truly, Charlie Woodman, and my sister Isabel and my mother were on our way to the House of the Rising Sun (that's what I'd taken to calling it) -- the naked rising sun...to wacko land. "I want you two to know your dad loves your sister...just because he," mom started when we were finally nearing the commune. It had been a long ride. We were all tense and edgy. "We know mom," Izzy answered and the fact was that we both understood perfectly. "It's just that he'd ruin the marriage.... He couldn't help himself," mom continued. "I was looking forward to seeing him walking her down the aisle though....naked...his penis swinging...they will have some kind of aisle won't they? I mean in the field or wherever they're holding the ceremony?" I asked with a smile. "Shut up Charlie," my sister hissed. "Yes, dad walking our lovely sister to the Pagan altar...where her beautiful young virgin sister Isabel will be waiting...naked herself..." I continued to tease. "Charlie!" mom tried to warn in her sternest voice but both Isabel and I could both catch the humor she couldn't hide. "You don't think they practice virgin sacrifice on these occasions do you mom?" I asked as I nodded at Izzy. "I'm not a virgin...." My just turned eighteen year old sister ejaculated before she could catch herself. "You're not?" I asked in mock surprise. "I hate you Charlie," she muttered as she reddened. I had no idea what she'd told mom about her love life. "I hope you packed soap and shampoo sis," I said when we finally turned onto the dirt road that led to the front gate of the "Rising Sun Commune for Peace, Brotherhood and Love". "Why?" both my sister and mom asked. I was pretty sure from my perusal of the Rising Sun internet site that these environmentally activists wouldn't have a lot of commercial shampoos and soaps on hand. "We're not staying at a hotel girls," I answered with a smile. Watching their faces I could see the consternation in their eyes. "Maybe we should go back to the last town..." mom started. "Too late," I announced smugly as we pulled up to the gate that blocked the road. Listen, after the fact I can pretend I was pretty casual about the whole nudity thing but the reality was far different. I was as nervous as mom and Isabel were as we slowly wound down the overgrown road towards who knew what. Maybe even more so. Let's face it, we weren't nudists! None of us. It just wasn't part of our family ethos. Dad and mom were both descended from conservative Presbyterian Scottish families from Philadelphia's Main Line. Okay, we're in the twentieth-first century with the Internet and everything but it's different when you're there, when you're about to enter a world that is totally foreign to you. We really had no idea what to expect...except we were all pretty sure it wouldn't be good. In the previous month I'd often stood in my bedroom and paraded in front of the mirror butt naked. Wondering what it would be like...whether I could do it. Whether I wanted to. And repeatedly cursed the fact that I'd let my girlfriend of the moment talk me into shaving myself just days before the whole wedding thing came up. I really looked weird bald. But then, after we'd driven about a quarter mile inside the commune without incident, I could feel the confidence of all of us slowly growing. Hey, maybe it won't be that bad I was thinking just as the car turned a corner and we were suddenly faced by one of those idyllic country scenes, a mountain in the distance, background for a flower strewn field that led down to the creek that meandered through it, the sun bathing the field.... Except that there were about five hundred naked people dotted across the scenery. Swimming, talking, sitting at picnic tables...shit, even playing volleyball. More breasts than a normal man would see in a lifetime. Balls swinging. Triangles of pubic pelts. Penises flopping. I hit the brakes. Hard. Then stared. Both mom's and Izzy's mouths were hanging open. "Oh my gawd," Izzy finally mumbled as the enormity of what was going to happen over the weekend hit us all. Recovering, then trying to break the tension, I said, "I better get some pictures of this. Nooooo one at home is ever going to believe me if I don't." "DON'T! Are you crazy" sis cried when I grabbed the camcorder and aimed it towards the meadow and the river beyond. I pushed play. "Are you lost?" I suddenly heard in my ear. I jumped like three feet. But when I turned my head I also turned the camera. She was about twenty, blond, good looking and had an inquisitive look on her face as she waited for me to answer. The top of our convertible was down. Blondie had put one hand on the door. Two small but perfectly formed (and firm) cones were about six inches from my eyes. Puffy nipples to die for. "Is this the road to the Elvis museum," I ventured as I blushed a deep red. Anger flashed in the angels eyes. I could see she wasn't happy so before she could call seventy or eighty penises over to the car to throw us out I said, "We're the Woodmans." "The who," she asked as her eyes drifted over to mom and sis. "The wedding?" she asked as comprehension dawned. "We're lost," I lied as I threw my hands up in mock confusion. The camera was still recording! Puffy tipped tits were being saved for immortality. "Oh wow! You're Sophie's family. I'm Jenny... I went to school with your sister... I'll show you the way," this blond angel promised. "Are you Charlie?" Thank you god I said silently, then turned to Izzy and ordered her into the back seat so that my navigator could have a place in front. "We're not lost Charlie," Isabel complained as she ceded her seat to the lovely Jenny. "Better safe than sorry Izzy," I said smugly, then turned to Jenny and said, "Isabel's a little nervous. That's why we stopped...to help her get used to ... well, you know..." "The nudity," blondie offered as she glanced back at Izzy. "Exactly," I agreed, "you know, she goes to an all-girls Catholic school now...they don't... well, she's only fourteen... she's never seen a...a man's thing before..." I'd watched Isabel's face in the mirror as I'd talked and my innocent little sister was clearly not happy with her big brother. "Mom didn't think she should even come but it is her-" Charlie's Naked Proposal Ch. 01 "Her sister's marriage...she couldn't miss that," Jenny finished. Then she turned to my sister in the back seat and with a friendly smile on her face said, "They're not really that bad Isabel... and when you get a little bigger you might even" I watched in the rear view mirror as "I'm eighteen" exploded from Isabel's lips. Still smiling, completely unfazed by Izzy, Jenny turned to me and said, "All young girls wish they were eighteen." "She'll get there someday," I agreed. Smoke was oozing from Izzy's ears. The ride was too short! Before we knew it, and before I wanted us to, we'd arrived in the center of what was clearly their town center. "There's Sophie now," our guide announced needlessly as I pulled to the side of the road and stopped the car. I'd never thought of my big sister as sexy. Not once in my life. Mainly I guess because she was so much older and had been away so much during her university years. Yes, if you had asked me if she was good looking I would have grudgingly agreed she was cute...or pretty...or maybe even beautiful... but in a big sisterly sort of way. Of course that's easy enough to say before you see her completely bare ass naked, her long, light brown hair bouncing on her shoulders and down over her arms and chest as she runs towards you. Silken tresses bouncing in perfect time with the ruby tipped, lush, proud, deliciously jiggling breasts that continually peeked out as she ran. The triangle of matching curls below shimmering in the sun. The three of us had just managed to get out of the car before Sophie arrived, her first move throwing herself into mom's arms. My eyes followed the curves of her shapely rear as she turned to Izzy and embraced her. The hard-on I'd been trying to control on the ride over with our naked guide now sprang unashamedly to full hardness in my shorts. I almost cringed when Sophie threw her arms around my neck and embraced me. I knew she couldn't help but feel my hardness as she kissed me. "A camera Charlie" she asked when we finally broke apart and she saw the camera hanging limp by its strap from my hand. "Pictures for my scrapbook, Jenny was showing us the sights," I answered, my attempt at levity belied by the hoarseness in my voice. "That's a movie camera Charlie," Izzy said with a sneer but as she'd said it I'd seen her eyes dart downward to my shorts and knew she'd seen my erection through the cloth. Jenny was looking down too. I hoped mom wasn't. Fuck...she's your sister you pervert I chastised myself even as I pushed the record button on the camera again. "C'mon, I'll show you where you're staying," Sophie said after we'd said goodbye to Jenny. But not before Jenny had asked me to join her and her friends the next day for a noon hour bar-b-que. A nude bar-b-que! "I'd invite you too Isabel buts it's only for the older teens and twenties," she explained guilelessly. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning Charlie," she promised me before departing. I silently thanked god again. "What a slut," my younger sister hissed at the departing naked back and bum. "She was friendly though," I said. "She was stoned out of her head," Iz proclaimed in a tone that ordered the subject shut. Mom and Sophie, just up ahead of us, missed our words. "The place you're staying at is down in the woods...it's really beautiful, special...you'll have total privacy," Sophie insisted to mom as she grabbed her hand. "Graham's parents use it as a sleeping cottage during the summer months, it's built right over the stream," she explained as she looked over her shoulder and checked that Izzy and I were following. I continued to film. "Pervert," Izzy hissed in my ear as we trailed behind. "If you take off your clothes I'll film you too," I promised as I lifted the camera and aimed it at her. "Pig!" she added, then started to rush after her mom but I suddenly sensed she was as excited as I was. I grabbed the hem of her skirt before she could escape and lifted it as I aimed the camera at her suddenly exposed panties, which surprisingly turned out to be a sexy pair of turquoise and white striped boyshorts. "Stop," she whispered as she looked up to check if mom or Sophie were looking back. "We'll get you naked before the weekend is out," I promised, then gave her bum a quick pat and let her skirt fall. The summer sleeping cabin turned out to be a raised platform that had one side (the side we approached from) nestled into the bank of a small creek that gurgled merrily below. However, most of the platform, which was maybe twenty feet by fifteen in size, extended out over the creek and sat suspended ten feet above the water. The platform, and the porch that surrounded two sides, was supported only by thick logs that served as structural stilts at each corner. Steps ran from the porch down to the water below. And when we'd entered the cabin we were faced by three walls of glass and screens. The view was magnificent. "There's a queen size bed for you and mom," Sophie told her sister as she led us inside. "You'll have to use the futon Charlie," she added as she indicated a ratty, folded up bed in the corner. "It looks worse than it is," she promised as she saw my grimace. "Graham and his brothers use it all the time." How could I be angry when I was faced by a gorgeous, smiling, naked angel I thought to myself as I let my eyes drift downward over Sophie's curves for the thousandth time since she'd appeared. This can't be my sister! "C'mon you guys, put your stuff down and I'll give you a tour of commune, we've got time before dinner," Sophie urged, then added, "you too Charlie," when I didn't move. "Is this a naked tour or a dressed tour," I challenged teasingly with a leer. But Sophie wasn't going to be cowed that easily and quickly shot back, "that's up to you little brother," (and she emphasized 'little') "the people of the Rising Sun are happily going to welcome the Woodman family no matter what they're wearing." Her eyes flicked to my crotch for a second before lifting them up again into a bold, challenging stare. "Is everyone going to be naked around here all the time this weekend?" Izzy asked curiously. "I gotta pee first," I said as I excused myself. "Everyone will be dressed at the family dinner tonight," I heard Sophie explain as I slipped into the can. "But outside...and tomorrow yeah, most of them will be." "Gawd, and we'll be the only ones dressed...everyone will be looking at us...they'll know who we are," Sophie groaned as I unzipped myself and started to pee. "Don't worry Iz, you'll prove them wrong," Sophie said. "About what?" my little sister grunted. "I think they're expecting the Woodman family to be a group of Bible thumping, conservative, capitalist wacko pigs..." "WHAT!" both mom and Isabel demanded. "Why?" Listening in the can I'd half turned as I heard myself described as a conservative wacko pig, unfortunately spraying a thick arc of my piss against the wall. "Well, what have you guys told your friends about Graham's family...the commune? That they're commies... druggies...eco-nuts...perverts," Sophie challenged. "But they are," Izzy protested weakly. "So his family is as upset about this marriage as we are?" mom asked. "No, no...they like me...it's just that it would have been easier for them if ... I don't know...maybe if I was one of them. They're nervous about you guys...about the dinner tonight...it's a big event for them, the marriage of their only son. They think you disprove of them...their lifestyle" "But we've never met them honey," I heard mom say and knew without looking that she was now hugging her eldest daughter. "I'm still not taking my clothes off, no matter what you say," I heard Izzy promise. "Of course you're not; you're a private school girl." I heard Sophie laugh and knew my two sisters were now embracing. And that's the exact second I made up my mind. Listen, I gotta admit I'd been thinking about it in the previous few weeks. I'd envisioned myself walking naked among these people, wondered how it would feel. Walking up to a group of nudists, a group like the one I'd seen at the side of the road today. My cock hanging. Displaying myself. Would I get an erection I'd wondered. What would the girls think? But I'd never really thought I'd actually do it. That is until I'd just heard Sophie describe our family through their eyes. "Fuck em," I mumbled aloud as I pulled my tee-shirt over my head and then quickly shucked my shorts. And then, before sanity could return I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room and faced my mother and my two sisters. Three jaws fell almost to the floor as their wide open eyes bored into my groin. Oh God, what did I just do I asked myself silently. My penis twitched. After about twenty seconds of absolute silence Sophie started to giggle. "ARE YOU CRAZY?" quickly followed from my sister. Mom was now looking up into my eyes, a quizzical, almost grinning expression on her face. "I'll show them they're not better than us," I sputtered, suddenly blushing as the enormity of what I'd just done started to hit me. You're standing naked in front of your mom, your sisters, you fool, I admonished myself silently. "They certainly aren't bigger," Sophie said mischievously. "And to think I called you little," she added as her eyes raked my penis. "That's disgusting," Izzy complained even as her eyes kept darting back to my groin. "Well, are we going? I didn't come all this way to sit around chatting with you guys stark naked," I said as I took a step towards the door. I didn't forget to grab the camera. "Don't Charlie...Mom, please stop him...order him to stop," Izzy begged as I pulled open the door and stepped out into the beautiful, sunny, nude July day. But still, I gotta confess, I was a little nervous! "C'mon you two," I heard Sophie urge the others, then seconds later felt her hand slip into mine as she caught me. "Thanks," she whispered, then turned back to mom and Izzy and said, "Now maybe they won't think we're so bad." I couldn't help but notice that Sophie's nipples were as hard as little pebbles. "No, they'll think we're perverts like they are," sis shot back. Mom said nothing and her reaction to what I'd done, and in fact the way she'd responded to everything she'd seen since we'd come in the front gate, had surprised me. I thought the nudity and everything would disgust her, instead, in a way, I saw that it bothered her the least of all of us. "And don't you dare get an erection Charlie," Izzy yelled as she and mom came abreast of us. "That's all we need, you leading us through town with your..." Her voice tailed off as she clearly didn't know how to describe it. "His giant pointer?" Sophie asked. Mom grinned. Isabel scowled. And me? Well, as we walked the three hundred yards through the woods towards the main settlement, I kept chanting silently to myself in almost monkish manner, no erection...no erection...no erection...no erection. Talking to myself as my incredibly beautiful sister's naked tits jiggled and bounced just inches away. My cock bounced up and down and from side to side. He seemed happy. He wanted to get big! Down boy... Somehow it got easier. After we'd been introduced for maybe the twentieth time to people we met in passing I was finally able to forget my cock and instead concentrate on what was being said. And with each new group we met all four of us saw the surprise, and then approval, flash through the eyes of these strangers. You could see the thought 'well, maybe these Woodman's aren't so bad after all' clearly registered on their faces. We're suddenly okay because my cock's hanging out, half hard. After about an hour of showing us the highlights of the 'Rising Sun' Sophie deposited us back where we'd started from, warning us as she got ready to go that she'd pick us up in thirty minutes for dinner. "Come dressed Charlie," she instructed with a smile. "But I'm starting to like this nudism thing," I shot back. "You certainly liked those three blonds," Izzy complained, letting me know she'd noticed my interest in one on the last groups of people we'd met. Mom had disappeared into the bathroom the second we'd got back so was missing this conversation. "I think it was the other way around," Sophie giggled, "they certainly weren't looking Charlie in the eye." "I know! They were looking right at his..." "I don't think they knew they come that big," sis added, still giggling. "Anyway I'd better go and get ready," she said as she turned to go but then stopped and walked back to me. "Thanks Charlie," my big sister whispered, then plastered herself against me in a warm embrace. I started to lose it! Fuck, I'm a horny teenager who's had a hard-on on and off for the last two hours - in fact since we first came through the gate -- and now I've got two perfect breasts punching into my naked chest and my cock's squeezed against my sister's hair covered mound. What could anyone expect? I grew an erection. Like in two seconds. I immediately tried to pull back from Sophie but she held me for second after second before finally releasing me. It was my penises fault! "You know Iz, I think I'm going to have to find a date for your brother," Sophie said as she stood back from me and then stared down at my throbbing erection. "Charlie!" Izzy muttered as her eyes discovered my bobbing cockhead. "Now if I wasn't getting married in two days...and if you didn't happen to be my little brother," Sophie teased as she backed towards the door. "You'd what Miss Naked Hippy," I challenged. Ignoring my question she turned to Izzy and said, "maybe you should help your big brother out with his problem," then disappeared through the door. "WHAT DID SHE SAY?" Isabel squawked. "It's just that she's excited about getting married," I explained to my sister with an innocent shrug. "Or that they've turned her into a sex maniac," Izzy said huffily, then after staring at my still erect penis for a couple more seconds instructed, "Now make it small; mom will be out in a second." "I'll try," I answered but my penis seemed to have a mind of its own. "Try harder," she instructed, but now there was a real grin on her face. "Oh, and by the way Charlie, why do you have so little hair down there?" "What do you mean?" I asked blushing. "You shaved didn't you? Or did someone else do it? Was it that weird Evelyn?" My bloody sister was prescient. It had always been impossible to fool her. A week before the wedding announcement Evelyn, one of the girls I'd been dating at the time, had talked me into shaving every hair off my prick and balls. Stupidly, after much cajoling, I'd agreed. So my groin was now covered with only a wispy beard of short hairs. "I didn't," I denied. "It just grows like this." "Yeah right Charlie," Izzy mocked. "You know, I think mom thought you were gay when she first saw you this aft. Lucky dad wasn't here." With those words my cock started to fall and fortunately was limp when mom came out of the bathroom seconds later. "Sophie gone?" she asked innocently. But I had to wonder just how much she'd heard. When I emerged from brushing my teeth and combing my hair twenty minutes later (yes, we did have an indoor sink and toilet but no shower or bath tub -- the creek apparently was where guests bathed) -- I found mom and Izzy hunched over my now opened futon. They were both shaking their heads. "You can't sleep on this Charlie," mom instructed when she saw me. "Sophie said it was okay," I answered nonchalantly. "I'll pretend I'm camping." "Its got holes in it...I think some mice were living in it," Izzy said in disgust. "And it's got nasty bugs in it." "It does?" "Put it out on the porch Charles, we're not having it in the house with us," mom ordered in her most imperious Main Line voice, a voice that brooked no dissent. "I have to sleep outside?" I asked incredulously. "You'll share with us...there's lots of room," mom decided. "There is? Where?" ****** Which is why, at about eleven thirty that night, after having spent a surprisingly pleasant evening at the Poole home in the company of Graham's closest fifty relatives, the three of us arrived back at the cabin and tumbled into the one bed available. Mind you it was Queen size. The Poole's had proven relatively intelligent and educated. Dressed, and around their dinner table, you wouldn't have guessed they were radical socialists and nudists. And in fact they weren't. Instead they were interesting people trying to live their lives in a way that seemed to make sense to them. They were strange but sane. "They weren't that bad," I said as I lifted the sheet and slipped into the bed next to mom. I hadn't brought any p.j.'s so was wearing only my boxers. I got a quick glimpse of a pale yellow slip that seemed surprisingly sexy for my forty-one year old mom before the sheet fell. Izzy was in the can but when she finally appeared, wearing a matching pink tank top and silk sleeping shorts, she got in the bed so that I ended up trapped between them. "Tres sexy," I said to sis, then immediately let out a wolf whistle. "Don't snore, stay on your part of the bed and don't get an erection," Isabel ordered, clearly still irritated at me about my earlier remarks to Jenny about her. "Isabel! Don't talk like that," mom instructed from the other side of me. "Yes mom," her daughter said obediently, then poked me in the ribs. "Night sweetie," I cooed softly, then leaned over and gave her a big, wet kiss on her cheek. "Yuck!" she spat out as she was rubbed my kiss off her cheek. "Night mom," I said, then leaned over to kiss her. But by accident she turned just as my kiss was going to land innocently on her cheek and instead our lips met. And stayed together than longer than I'd planned. Which was weird. Mom tasted good! I also felt what seemed like still quite firm breasts against my chest for a second. Was mom's nipple hard? "Night honey," mom whispered when our lips finally separated. This is really getting fucked up was my last thought before I fell asleep. Now even my moms turning me on! Rising Sun, West Virginia Friday, July 13th, 2007 Mom woke before Izzy and me the next morning, then woke us when she was washed and dressed. "C'mon, get up you guys, it's almost nine-thirty," mom ordered as she shook us. "Maaaa!" I complained. Izzy's groans echoed mine. "I'm going to get us some breakfast... I'll be back in twenty minutes. I want you guys up when I get back. We've got a busy day ahead Isabel." "You poked me...during the night...with your thing," Izzy told me as we lay side by side on the bed, slowly stretching after mom had left. "I didn't," I denied but was pretty sure I had. Heck I had erections every night when I slept. I couldn't blame my cock for getting a little excited when it found itself lying between two near naked women. "You came," my sister accused as she sat up and peered down at my groin. "You're crazy," I said but I could feel the stickiness on my cock and on my thighs. "What's this then?" she asked as her fingers lifted a clearly stained portion of my boxers up. "Don't touch me," I ordered. "Besides, if I did it's your fault," I said as I got out of the bed and walked towards the toilet. "My fault! Why's it my fault?" she demanded as she jumped from the bed and rushed after me. My penis was sticking out of the slit in my shorts, a stream of deep yellow piss already arcing down into the bowl, when she barged into the room. "You touched me, you must have. Tried to take advantage of your poor innocent brother while he slept...it was sick," I accused as I finished up and tucked my cock away. I'd learned long ago that you had to stay on the attack with my sweet little sister. I left her sputtering in anger. Charlie's Naked Proposal Ch. 01 Mom and Isabel had a lunch date with the ladies so I had some free time and was delighted when Jenny showed up around eleven and led me off to the main beach where the University aged kids were partying. Jenny was at her naked best and I could see Isabel wasn't that happy to see us trundle off arm in arm. You'd think it would be a teenage boy's heaven to spend three hours or so in the company of some two hundred naked girls aged sixteen to twenty-five. Girls who weren't afraid to frankly express their interest in the boy from Philadelphia. And hey, yours truly wasn't doing a lot of complaining ...it was interesting...fun...exciting...but you know, ultimately it was almost too much. Sexual overload! Even my penis was confused. I learned that there can be too much of a good thing. I didn't even know them but knew that any one of ten or fifteen of them would have been happy to lead me into the woods and ravish me. Wasn't that my job I asked myself as I walked back to our cabin alone just after two. Where's the challenge? ***** "Hi!" "Hey," I answered when I saw Sophie standing at the edge of the brook. I'd jumped in when I'd got back from the party. It was around two-thirty on a hot, sultry July day. "I thought I should show you where the marriage is taking place...show you what you have to do," my sis said with a smile. "Sure. Where's mom and Izzy?" "Over at the Pooles...they'll be over there for a while. I needed a break," Sophie admitted as I waded out of the water towards her. "Tired?" I asked as I put my arm around her. "A bit. Excited too... I didn't sleep much last night. No big deal...c'mon it's this way... wear your sandals, it's a bit of a walk," she instructed as she took my hand. "Should I put on my shorts?" I asked my naked sister. "No." a grin accompanied her answer, then a long appreciative look. "Should I bring the camera?" I asked. "I'd of thought you'd have used up all the film by now," she teased back. "You know sis, you're not as bad as everyone says," I complimented as we walked through the woods. Mind you this was after I'd grabbed the camera off the porch. "You're not so bad either little brother," she said with a happy smile on her face. And then, after we'd walked silently for another forty yards, asked, "You okay with everything?" "I don't know...it's strange...everyone nude all the time...it's hard to think about anything else." "Besides sex?" Sophie asked. "Yeah. Heck, we were eating burgers down by the lake and all I'm thinking about is eating Jenny...or Rose ...or ...or the other fifty naked girls hanging around." "Main Line boys don't think about things like that...or do them," Sophie teased. "Yeah sure. I had a hard-on half the time I was with them." "That must have made them happy," she answered but immediately noticed that I didn't think it was a big joke. "They're different Charlie. It's natural for them." "The nudism?" "Yes that but also everything else. They're taught that sex is good...that's its natural...that it should be enjoyed. They start young...their parents encourage them to experiment." "But-" "There's no guilt here Charlie." "And you?" I asked, "this isn't your world. Do you and Graham-" I started but had no idea how to articulate my thoughts. "No," she answered emphatically. "But he must have slept with half the girls you meet every day." "I know. Sometimes it's hard. But we'll be living in Philly when we get back from the honeymoon...it's easier when we're not here." "Do you ever want to... I mean-" "Sleep with somebody else?" she supplied. I nodded. "It's hard not to when we're here, when everyone else is doing it. Tonight will be the worst; they go crazy on Nude Day. Everyone's come back home, half the people here this weekend live away from the commune. Last year was crazy...I'd never seen them like that before. Drinking...lots of marijuana...they wear masks...its like Carnival in Rio ... a night you can do anything... they do things...," she said in a tone that indicated it was a night she'd never forget. "I know it's hard for you to understand." "I understand I got an erection when you hugged me yesterday," I blurted. "Teenage boys always get erections Charlie," my sister teased. "And it was a very nice erection by the way," Sophie said as she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Do brothers sleep with sisters here?" I challenged angrily, my anger as much at myself as them. "Hey, we're here," she said excitedly as we emerged from the woods and found ourselves looking down into a natural bowl that sat on the edge of a small lake. I knew she didn't want to answer my question. I wondered if Graham had ever slept with his younger sisters. "They use it for special occasions...marriages...funerals... ceremonies," she added when I didn't answer right away. My breath had been taken away by the beauty of the spot. I pointed the camera and pushed record. "They'll be down there...Graham and everyone...we'll enter here and walk down this way," she said pointing downward, then led me down the gentle slope. "And there's going to be a couple of thousand people watching?" "Uh huh. All around...on the hillsides. Naked Charlie." "Fuck, I'm going to get an erection for sure." "You know it might make a good story, probably it would go down in "Rising Sun" history, you know, the day the weird, rich boy with the huge penis," my sister said grinning, then bent over and lifted my penis in her hand and said, "and if you're not good Mr. Penis your owner is going to be in big trouble with his sister." "Don't...stop that," I said as I laughed, but my penis, clearly not ready to follow sis's instructions, started to rapidly fill with blood. Still holding me lightly in her palm she said, "He's nice...big and nice, I think maybe my little sister's pretty lucky, give me the camera." I liked the big and nice but what's this Izzy crap I wondered as she let my penis go and took the camera. Standing fully now erect he needed no further support. "What's that mean?" I asked as Sophie pointed the camera at me. "It means that I've been fielding questions about my little brother's wonderful body... read big penis Charlie... from a very large group of pretty and eager nudists all morning," she said as she pointed downward. "You have? Who? What'd they say?" "I've even warned mommy that'll she'll have to stand guard on you at the party tonight. That the virgin scion of the Woodman family may be in danger of being carried off and ravaged." "Ha, ha," I muttered then couldn't stop myself from asking, "Which ones am I in most danger of?" "Girl secrets," Sophie said smugly as we arrived at the flat, raised slab of rock that served as some sort of alter. "When we get here you lead me to Graham and then go over there and sit next to mom. She'll be right there," she said as she pointed to a spot ten feet away. "On the ground, the grass," I asked dubiously as I surveyed the grass slope that rose up on three sides from the altar. "And don't try to smoke it," Sophie said mischievously. "From what I understand I won't have to. I was warned this morning that I'll just have to inhale the air down here and I'll feel stoned. That a blanket of smoke will hang like a cloud over us. Apparently it's standard for Rising Sun occasions." "Who told you that?" "And what if when I get here I decide not to let Graham have you? What if I just pick you up in my arms and carry you away? What's down there anyway?" I asked as I nodded at the area behind the altar. "A couple of stairs lead to a little beach," she explained. "Okay, I lift you up...hell hardly anyone will notice they'll be so stoned, then carry you off to the beach where I'll have my powerboat waiting," I announced as I bent down and, after putting my arms under her knees and behind her back, lifted her effortlessly up into my arms. "You're crazy," she giggled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Don't," she said as I carried her around the altar and then down the three steps that led to a small beach that sat at the edge of the lake. "Heck, our boats not here yet," I announced as I lowered her feet to the sand, then set her so that she was facing the water with me directly behind her. I left my hands resting softly on her hips. "I guess I'll have to get married then," she said softly. My penis, which had fit itself into the cleft in her ass, was straining upward against her bum. She leaned her head back into my shoulder so that her soft hair was caressing my cheek. "Not til tomorrow," I whispered in her ear as my hands slid upward from her hips...up across her stomach...then across her ribs until they started to climb the undersides of her breasts. "It's my last day of freedom," she answered, the question clear in her voice. She gasped when my fingers found her nipples, nipples already hard and excited. She started to move her butt up and down against my fitted penis. "It'd be a sorta wedding present," I said, as my hands, now firmly cupping and squeezing her full breasts, pulled her back even harder against me. Her back was plastered against my chest. I slowly moved my left hand down off her breast and across her stomach. Sophie was wet, her nether lips engorged, her clitoric bud exposed when my fingers ventured lower. And then, as I was running my fingers up and down her moist cleft I felt her hand close on top of mine, then I simply let her direct me as she urgently and forcefully moved my hand up and down against her. "It's a big present," Sophie gasped as she reached behind herself with her free hand and grabbed me. And then I slipped my middle finger inside my sister. Finger fucked her urgently until she groaned and then pulled away and turned. Facing me she simply climbed up on me using her arms to lift herself off the ground and then locked her legs behind my back. Then my sister, twenty-four hours short of taking her wedding vows, reached down between our bodies, then, after recapturing my cock, slipped it inside herself. Seconds later we were on the ground, me on top, Sophie's legs still locked around me...making love...fucking urgently... It was easy. For both of us. A perfect two part harmony that humans have been perfecting for a million years. We both came quickly... urgently... moistly... each spurting ejaculation met by an orgasmic squeezing twitch from Sophie's vagina. Plaintive cries of, "Oh Charleeeee....Charleeeee....Charleeeeeeeee!" echoed across the lake as we came. Panting heavily, the sweat dripping of me, I left it in my gasping sister as I lay atop her, plugging my cum inside her. I was still rock hard. "You okay?" I finally panted out. "More," Sophie ordered as she struggled to lift her hips...as she tried to somehow get more of me inside of her. It was much slower the second time. The almost feral animalistic insanity of our first coupling was replaced by the sensuous dance of two lovers. Of tender caresses... kisses... loving looks ... soft words... but which still ultimately ended up with the urgency of needy cock and cunt... with that explosion of pleasure that rockets from your groin to your brain. I finally slipped out of my sister. The still half hard shaft coated with a thick layer of my cum mixed with Sophie's juice. For minutes, holding hands, we lay side by side looking up at sky, wordless as our breathing slowed. Then Sophie leaned over and kissed me. "I'm full ... I feel so full," she said after breaking away from my hungry lips. "Look," she instructed as she sat up, kneeling in front of me with her thighs spread. My cum was oozing out from her still engorged vaginal lips. I watched as she slid two fingers up her bright pink channel and collected some of my seed. I watched as she pushed her dripping fingers into mouth. Was silent when she collected another finger full with her other hand and then pushed it between my lips. "Your big cock.... Then your seed... all your creamy sperm...inside me," she whispered even as a strand of my cum hung from the corner of her mouth, "maybe even your baby" "You're on the pill! You said you guys weren't going to have a child for a few years," I said when the import of her words hit me. "We changed our minds. I stopped taking the pill a month ago." "But" "Graham's been using condoms... we were going to start tomorrow... our wedding night," Sophie said softly. "That doesn't mean," I started. "It means that your baby's going to grow inside me," my sister said with such absolute certainty that I knew it was true. "You can't marry him then... we'll have to call it off," I ordered. But my mind was swirling in confusion. Thoughts cashed around inside my brain. I'd fucked my sister. Made love to her. On her wedding night. Made her pregnant. What about Isabel? Mom? "We better get back," Sophie said as she jumped to her feet. "No, we have to talk-" "I'm getting married tomorrow Charlie. To Graham. And you're walking me down the aisle." "But Sophie, we have to talk," I insisted. "We'll talk when I get back from the honeymoon in the fall," she promised as she started up the steps. I could see my cum sliding down her thighs. For ten minutes we walked silently through the woods. Our hands intertwined but our thoughts far away. "You could always marry me," I finally ventured. "You've got that girl waiting for you," Sophie answered. "No I don't ...my girlfriend at home's not serious," I declaimed. "The girl you've loved since the day she was born." "What? Who?" I asked even though I knew who she was talking about. "You guys were made for each other...everyone knows it. I think even mom does. If you leave for school without telling her you'll regret it the rest of your life." "We can't," I said angrily. "I just showed you that you can," Sophie insisted. "That's different. She'd never want" "She's been dreaming of you all her life. Gosh Charlie I can remember when I was a senior in high school and Donna and Jacqui were over at our house. We were all sitting around the pool and you guys were running around like you always did. Neither of you knew anyone else existed. Your own little world. I was so jealous." "We were just kids," I protested. "Donna thought you two were having sex even then ...wouldn't believe me when I told her you weren't...that you guys had no idea. You know what she said Charlie?" I nodded no. "She just said, 'well Sophie, they're going to be someday'. Just like that. And I knew she was right." "But what about us?" I finally asked as we neared the cabin. Suddenly we could hear mom and Izzy's voices through the woods. "I love you. And I'll never regret what we did today Charlie. Never! But you'll be at school when we get back from Europe." "I'm not going away to school," I told my sister, the first person to know my news. "Of course you are. Every Woodman goes to Yale." "I accepted Penn last week... told Yale I wasn't coming." "But Daddy will..." she started but then I saw she understood. "Izzy." "Not just," I lied, "and now that you'll be in Philly." "I'll be married," Sophie protested. "With my baby in you...growing... Charlie's baby, not Graham's, I insisted." We stopped talking as we emerged from the woods and came upon mom and Isabel standing waist deep in the brook. I watched spellbound for seconds, my eyes darting from my mother's full rounded breasts to Izzy's smaller but higher pair. Sophie finally poked me in the ribs and yelled out a welcome. "Don't look," Isabel yelled when she saw me, then moved into deeper water until her young breasts were covered. Mom stayed where she was as we approached the bank. "We don't have any soap Sophie...any shampoo," Isabel complained to her sister from where she stood in the middle of the pool. "They don't really believe in it much here Iz...Graham gets mad every time he sees me shampooing...I almost have to shampoo in secret when he's around." "I've got some," I announced back over my shoulder as I started up the stairs to the porch and cabin. "You do?" I heard both mom and Izzy demand. "What kind?" Isabel added. "Well, being a good Boy Scout and a good brother, being prepared and everything... and having cleverly perused the Rising Sun internet site, I brought" "Bring it," Isabel begged, "please Charlie...I'll do anything." "Ha!" I bellowed. "We let you share our bed." "You did what?" Sophie asked, her curiosity clearly piqued. Then, as I heard mom start to explain our sleeping arrangements, I walked into the cabin. "PLEASE CHARLIE!" I heard wailed and in fact Izzy's cry was still reverberating in the clearing when I reappeared seconds later carrying both moms and Isabel's personal soaps and shampoos. "Oh I love you Charlie," Izzy promised when I'd descended back down to the pool. "I told you so," Sophie whispered, then quickly kissed my cheek, then added, her mouth just an inch from my ear, "And I want to hear all about these sleeping arrangements later." "C'mon and get them," I called gaily out across the water to mom and Izzy as Sophie marched off. "Just leave them on the bank," Izzy instructed but mom, soapless and shampooless for almost two days, simply threw modesty to the wind and waded quickly out of the water and toward me. "You're definitely my favorite son," mom said as I handed her the supplies. And I couldn't help myself from looking downward to the triangle of dark pelt that grew at the juncture of her legs. And my mother let me look at her! She didn't rush back to hide herself. She took her time, in fact I realized later that she'd almost posed for me. I think that after two days at the Rising Sun, after two days of exposure to naked bodies, including her sons, her ingrained modesty had been overtaken by a desire to display herself. To show that she had a body too. A beautiful body. "You know ma, you don't look that bad for an old forty year old lady," I teased. "I don't?" she asked sarcastically. But she'd seen the real admiration in my eyes. And I realized that she loved seeing it. You think of your mom as just your mom, yes someone you love, but sexless... until something like this happens and you suddenly realize she's a sexual being too. Izzy was straining to hear us so I announced a little louder than necessary, "You know mom, when Izzy grows up maybe she'll have breasts as nice as yours." "Don't tease your sister Charlie," mom instructed but her smile indicated her true feelings towards my comment. Moms can be vain too. She continued to pose for her son. Stood taller. Arched her back and pulled back her shoulders. Seemed even to thrust out her hair covered mound. "I hate you," echoed across the water, then, "and don't look," Izzy ordered as she slowly waded out of the water, one arm struggling to cover her breasts while she placed the other strategically between her legs. Pretending to ignore her I continued to talk to mom as Izzy bent to grab the soap and shampoo. However my darting eyes didn't miss a curve. My next statement just popped into my mind and was spoken before I knew it, clearly the result of Sophie's and my conversation. "You know ma, maybe you and dad should have another baby...you're still young enough." Isabel abruptly stopped her retreat back into the water as she turned to protest. "That's crazy, why would they want another child?" she demanded. She'd forgotten her nudity as she waved her arms to emphasize her point. "We'll be gone soon. Mom's only forty-one. Why not?" I asked as my eyes moved across the naked form of my sister. I knew immediately this vision would dominate my dreams for the foreseeable future. Then back to my mother. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were now erect and then, when I looked up into her eyes I saw something I'd never seen before in them. A challenge? An invitation? Then I just stared as I watched mom's eyes drift downward. Charlie's Naked Proposal Ch. 01 "What about daddy? He's too old-" Isabel was interrupted by her mother before she could finish. "We have talked about it Charlie." "You have?" Izzy demanded as she rushed out of the water. The same words lay unspoken on my lips. But I immediately realized it made sense. Why the hell not? But knowing my little sister was the expert at extracting information I let her go at it. I simply stood back and watched the interplay between mother and daughter. Both of them beautiful and naked. Both of them standing just feet away from a horny teenager who loved them both. Whose cock, even after all the exercise it had just had, started to show a little life. I reached for the camera I'd put on the stairs. My penis grew. I caught the end of one of mom's answer to an Isabel question. "We're going to decide next week...when I get home," mom said. "You're really serious?" "Uh huh," mom responded. "But you haven't done anything about it yet? You're still on the pill?" Then Isabel saw the answer in mom's eyes and pressed on. "You've gone off the pill? Does daddy know?" Mom started to blush, but then, after a quick questioning glance at me, decided to answer. "I just went off it a few weeks ago honey. We haven't had...I mean we haven't," she started but didn't finish the sentence. They haven't had sex since then I finished for her in my head. Mom wants to have a baby! She's not on birth control. Thoughts arrive in your brain unbidden. One second, something, some idea that is totally foreign to everything you know, suddenly appears in some synapse and is transmitted into your awareness. Its there and you can't do anything about it. Oh you can try to forget it...or ignore it...or bury it... but it's there...it was echoing around my brain... IT SHOULD BE MY BABY GROWING IN MY MOTHERS WOMB! ... my penis stirred... END OF CHAPTER ONE In chapter two, Mom, sis and Charlie go to the NUDE DAY party... they arrive home late, both excited and disgusted by what they've seen...they slide into bed... Sophie gets married...or does she? Will Charlie get an erection? ...A baby starts to grow ... or does it...and in who? And whose milk will Charlie drink? COMING SOON on LITEROTICA! promise... And please dear readers, take the few seconds required and cast your vote. Feedback is what keeps writers on this site coming back with more new tales for you. I'd also love to hear your comments at the link below. Thanks, and have a great NUDE DAY, jim scouries. And hey, if you liked this one you might also like my entry in last years contest -- it's called "Nude Dancing #1: Sis". Charlie's Naked Proposal Ch. 02 This is Part 2 of my 2008 NUDE DAY CONTEST story. It continues the story of Charlie, Sophie, Izzy and their mother during their weekend at the Rising Sun Commune over the July 14th 2007 Nude Day Weekend, the weekend of Sophie's marriage. It's approximately three LITEROTICA pages long. I'd recommend reading Part 1 first. I'd also like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who voted and/or commented on Chapter 1. Over 800 of you were kind enough to take the time to vote during the first week the story was up! More than for any other story in the contest – I truly appreciated it, thanks. WARNING: This is an Incest category story that features a teenage boy's discovery of the allures of his sisters and his mother during a family marriage celebration. There is no underage sex described in this story – all participants are 18 years old or older. It's also a cautionary tale – a warning to all of you to take care and think very carefully before attending any kind of Nude Day event with a family member...you never know what might suddenly pop up...and what mom or sis might do with it! In Part 1 Charlie made love to his beautiful, older sister Sophie the day before her wedding. It ended as the two of them returned from their forest tryst to find their sister Isabel and their mother washing themselves in the creek that flowed below and around their cabin retreat. Charlie saw his mother's breasts for the first time! Rising Sun Commune, West Virginia, July 2007 "We've got some masks Charley...for tonight... the Poole's got them for us," mom called from inside the cabin. I was standing naked on the porch looking down at my sister below. Surreptitiously filming Isabel from above as she shampooed her beautiful long hair. She was standing knee deep in the gently flowing creek and her naked, eighteen year old body seemed to glisten as the setting sun lit up the beads of water that were dancing all around her head. My cock, still sticky from Sophie, was half full and swinging between my legs, pointing downward at what it clearly wanted. "CHARLEY!" mom admonished when she came out through the door and saw what I was doing. "Well, we do need a film record of this weekend... Sophie's only going to get married once ma...its part of our family history," I answered without hesitation as I turned towards her. Mom had a white towel around her waist and another one around her just shampooed hair. Her breasts, breasts I'd never seen before I'd come upon her bathing naked twenty minutes earlier, were proudly bare. She held three or four brightly colored feathered masks, adorned with sparkling sequins, in her hand. My camera continued to record – it just had a new subject. My penis glanced up. "Stop that...you're embarrassing me...what if somebody ever saw that film?" she chided. Strangely enough they were words she'd always used when someone had tried to take her picture in the past, something in her Scottish Presbyterian background had always rebelled against having her image captured. But she made no move to cover her nudity. "You never let us take your picture," I complained, echoing a complaint that my sisters Sophie and Isabel, and I had made a hundred times growing up. "Besides, you're beautiful," I added. "No I'm not," she answered, "They make me feel old." "Who?" I asked softly as I set the camera down and moved towards her. "All these nude, teenage, hippy girls," she answered but seconds after her words had escaped her mouth I saw a rueful grin grow on her lips. Mom knew that even I wouldn't be fooled by that one. She had nothing to fear from a group of girls – she was a woman. "Here, c'mon, put on this mask, then I'll take a picture," I cajoled after I'd taken the carnival masks she held in her hand and then selected a bright pink, feathered one that would cover half of her face. "Let your hair down first," I instructed, then gently unfastened the towel she had curled around her head. "Charlie!" she protested but didn't move away as I released her long silken tresses and then attached the mask. "You're crazy," she added but her flashing smile belied her words. "Now no one will know it's you," I said as I grabbed the camera from the table I'd set it on. "I will," she whispered but made no move to cover her full breasts. "Pose for me...pretend you're my bare breasted Amazon Queen," I said laughing. "You're terrible! I knew I shouldn't have come here this weekend," mom answered but her words were aimed at herself and there was no power behind them. The proud way she held and displayed her body for me indicated her true feelings. She'd discovered in the last twenty-four hours that she liked to be looked at. Even by her son. "This towel too," I said as I slowly undid the fold holding the towel around her waist up. "No Charlie...please honey," mom complained but made no move to escape my hand. Stepping back with the towel over my arm I let my eyes hungrily rake up and down her exposed body. Then I zeroed in on the dark triangle that pointed the way down to her sex. "No-one would ever recognize you mommy... my beautiful mommy," I intoned as I let the camera capture every curve on her body. "I'm not," she protested even as her body started to move, posing itself in ways women had been using to lure men for thousands of years. My cock slowly hardened as I suddenly realized that the fact I was her son was actually making it even more exciting for her. "MOMMY!" yelled from behind us brought us out of our semi stupor. I knew mom was blushing under her mask as I turned to face my little sister, my little sister who had a large beach towel wrapped around her. 'Your turn little sister," I threatened as I reached to grab the edge of her towel. "You're crazy...stop that," Isabel squealed when with one quick pull I'd left her standing naked before me, then she fled inside when I aimed the camera at her. "You're not my brother," I heard yelled at me through the screen door that had slammed behind her. I checked the replay screen on the camera to make sure I'd captured her perfect, firm and round eighteen year old butt. I had! "You better go talk to her, if you don't she'll be pouting all night," I told mom when I turned back to face her. "You tease her too much," mom chastised. But she didn't budge from where she stood in front of me. Nor was she angry. "I better go get washed if we're going to get there on time," I said as I simply continued to watch her. My cock was suddenly huge in front of me, almost as if it was trying to bridge the three foot gap between our bodies. "Izzy'll be okay... I'll talk to her," mom said but didn't turn; instead she arched her back and took a tentative half step towards me. Her dark triangle seemed like a magnet drawing my straining shaft. "I love her," I blurted, a completely unplanned statement. I took a small step towards mother even as she seemed to spread her knees slightly and push her pelvis forward. My cockhead lightly grazed her hair covered mons. "I know you do...I better go now..." mom whispered without moving. My pulsing penis was now resting upward against her stomach. "I love you too," I added as I felt her pebbled nipples graze my chest. "Nooooo Charlie...we can't," mom moaned in answer, her lips now so close to mine I felt the breath that carried the words. And then I tasted her! Met her eager, probing tongue with mine. Moistly pushed inside her mouth. "I want to be your baby's father," I whispered when our mouths finally released each other. My cock was pulsing violently between our bellies. "It's so big," she finally answered, hugged me once tightly against her and then turned and rushed back into the cabin. You just had sex with Sophie you pervert, now you want make your mother pregnant... and then Izzy too...you're sick, I admonished myself as I fled down the stairs to the creek below. But I also knew that it would be me, not dad, who put the child inside her. Minutes later, washed, I heard the screen door slam just as I got out of the water. And as I started to climb the stairs to the porch I heard Izzy yell, "It's not fair...it's just not fair mommy." Isabel was standing leaning against the railing when I finally got up to the porch, dressed in a skirt and top and with tears sliding down her cheeks. "Hey," I ventured tentatively. "I hate you too," she cried, then added, "I wish you weren't my brother." "Who do you wish I was?" I asked as I put an arm around her shoulder. She tried to push it off. I held her tighter. "Don't, you'll get me all wet," she protested as she continued to try to escape. "You're cute," I said as I engulfed her in my embrace. "You're mean...and naked...and your cock's ugly." "I love you," I answered. "I hate you," Izzy cried into my shoulder. Then I let her cry as I held her, listening as her sobs were muffled by my bare skin. "So what's wrong?" I finally asked. "She's going topless...tonight...it's not fair," Isabel stammered out. "Who is?" "Your mother! She's gone crazy, she's decided to go to the party topless. In public!" "She has?" I asked as I looked over Izzy's shoulder and saw mom standing motionless behind the screen door. "Just to make me feel stupid. Everyone will think I'm a..." Isabel simply left the balance of the sentence unsaid. "A weirdo? A teeny bopper? A nerd?" I supplied teasingly as mom came through the door. Her breasts were proudly bare. "Shut up," Izzy ordered. "A private school snob," I added as I gave her a big, sloppy wet kiss on her cheek. "Yuck... stop that...I won't go...I'll stay home," she threatened. "Okay...hey ma, do you think we can get a baby sitter this late?" I shouted toward mom. Who happened to be wearing a long, pleated, white cotton skirt, a necklace of crimson beads and matching earrings, and nothing else. And looked great! "Neither of you love me," Izzy accused as her eyes darted from mom to I and back, clearing waiting for us to beg her to come. "We may be back late Isabel," I said as I gave mom a quick wink, then grabbed her arm and made as if to leave. We bluffed her. She just couldn't wait us out! We were about thirty yards down the path, pretending to be talking happily while knowing we'd have to turn back soon, when we heard her cry. "WAIT!" "You think you can get rid of me that easily Charlie?" Izzy demanded when she'd caught us. "Don't Charlie!" Mon warned when she saw that I was going to make a comment to celebrate Izzy's capitulation. "We'd never go without you sweetie," mom promised as she turned and hugged her daughter. "C'mon, let's go," I urged as I watched their embrace. "Wait," sis instructed after she'd broken from mom's hug. "What are you doing? Are you nuts?" I asked. "If mom is I am too," Izzy answered as she started to unsnap her bra. She'd already lifted her top over her head in one motion and then thrown it into the woods. The bra followed. Her pointed teenage breasts jiggled delightfully. "You can't," I insisted. Yes she could. I wanted to bend over and swallow one of her puffy nipples. And that's why Isabel, mom and I arrived at the Rising Sun 2007 NUDE DAY party a fashionable fifteen minutes late. Two topless masked babes and yours truly. My penis, free, was swinging happily between my legs. Nobody noticed! What a fucking zoo we walked into! There were about three thousand naked, masked people milling about randomly in the mown parkland that stretched back on both sides of the meandering creek that bisected it. And maybe five hundred more in the trees beyond. A hundred campfires dotted the field but it wasn't the smoke from the fires or the smell of the cooking steaks and hamburgers that captured our noses; instead it was the sweet smell of the marijuana that immediately overpowered us. 'You'll see, it's like they're all back in the sixties...hippies...free love', Sophie had warned me earlier. 'For one night they go crazy...they'll do anything', she'd said. And they were! It was still early when we arrived, around nine-thirty, but already you could feel the sexual excitement in the air. Music attacked our ears from ten different directions... rap to our left...60's folk from twenty-five yards farther left...hard rock over there...acid rock somewhere to our right... electronic; all loud and with each center of music surrounded by swaying, dancing, half stoned nudists. There was no shortage of erections. We were momentarily rescued by the Poole's who'd set up tables and a bar-b-que next to the creek. But as the three of us sat eating from the overflowing plates presented to us it was hard to ignore Sophie's future father making love with someone who clearly wasn't his wife. They were doing it standing up knee deep in the water! Mrs. Poole, completely ignoring (or oblivious to) the noises coming from the creek, arrived with a big smile on her face, and led mom away explaining she wanted her to meet some of her friends across the way. Izzy, as eager to escape as I, wolfed down the last of her burger and then insisted I accompany her. "C'mon, there's some good music over there." I didn't need a second urging! "Was that his wife's sister that Graham's father was fucking?" Izzy asked as we fled. She was holding on to my hand for dear life. She never used the "F" word. "I know we met her last night at the family dinner but I can't remember who she was," I said as I looked back. "Gawd, look at that," Izzy squealed, bringing my attention back to where we were heading. Two middle aged bald guys were making a sandwich of a tall, frizzy haired twenty something year old on a blanket five yards from where we were walking. "CHARLIE!" suddenly rang out. "Look, its Charlie," we heard added as three sweeties rushed towards us. "Oh no, it's that space cadet from yesterday," Isabel groaned as my new friend Jenny and two other girls I'd met earlier at lunch ran up. And then plastered their shapely bodies against me. "We're stealing your brother for a little while," Jenny announced to my steaming sister as she and her friends grabbed my hands and started to drag me away. I didn't fuck them! They wanted me to...all three of them if you can believe it. My cock wanted to. Sophie rescued me just in time, finding me backed up against a tree with Jennie on her knees in front of me. "God, you're a slut," my big sister said laughing as she let me away from her complaining friends. She'd lied, telling them I was needed for a family wedding picture. "Hah! Whose idea was it to get married in Nudist World?" I scoffed as we slipped between a couple of trees and then deeper into the woods. I pulled her against me. "CHARLIE! I'm getting married tomorrow!" she protested even as her hand slipped between our bodies and circled my penis. "Where is the groom anyway?" I asked. "He's busy," Sophie answered as she pulled me inside her. "I'll bet. Christ, we saw his dad screwing his cousin or someone in the creek." "Mom sent me to look for you," Sophie said as she tightened her arms around my neck and then lifted her legs up off the ground and then curled them around my back. It was quick and hard, an urgent, needy fuck that ended with Sophie pinned between me and the trunk of a large sugar maple tree. She was groaning as I flooded her insides with my sap. Five minutes later, we strolled back into the clearing and over to the Poole's tables. Mom rushed over as soon as she saw me. If it hadn't been so dark she would have seen my cum oozing down her daughter's thighs. "I'm going to go back now Charlie, to the cabin," my mother said the second she was next to me. "I'll walk you back," I said as I put my arm around her. I immediately felt the trembles that were coursing through her body. "You okay?" "I'm fine. You stay and have fun," she said but I heard the desperation in her voice. I hugged her and as I held her whispered, "It's awful isn't it?" "You too?" she asked. "We gotta find Isabel and get out of here," I answered as I looked up and tried to locate my sister. "I think she's over there," mom said as she pointed across the field. Five minutes later we found Izzy in a jam of people listening to a group playing folk music. "Charlie...Mom," she welcomed as she fled from the boys surrounding her. I couldn't help notice that at least three of her admirers were sporting erections. "What the heck were you doing to those guys," I accused as the three of us turned to leave. "Just shut up for once Charlie," my little sister instructed as she took mom's hand and started to lead her away. She clearly hadn't been enjoying herself! "I don't want my future nephews and nieces growing up here," I said as we slowly walked through the forest towards our cabin. Mom was on my left, Izzy on the right; the three of us were holding hands. I had caught up to them and slipped between them. We still had our masks on. "It was gross," my sister agreed. "They'll be living in Philadelphia," mom said softly. I knew after tonight she dreaded the prospect of her grandchildren growing up here as much as I did. "They always go back mom. That's what everyone said at the bar-b-que this aft. They go away for University... then they'll work away from the commune for a while...make some money...but as soon as their children get to school age they come back to live. To teach them the way." "What can we do? They'll be married." "I won't let her come back," I promised, a promise I made as much to myself as I did to mom or Isabel. I was really thinking about the baby I knew I'd put in Sophie that afternoon. My child. "We'll kidnap the children and bring them up ourselves," Izzy agreed. She had no idea I'd slept with her sister twice that day. We were almost shy with each other when we got back to the cabin. We'd seen so much that night, so much nudity, so many loveless couplings, that even though there was an incredible sexual electricity between us, we were hesitant to go to bed. "I could sleep on the futon thing," I offered. "Don't talk crazy Charlie," Izzy said, "that thing is diseased." Mom and Isabel quickly went and washed and brushed their teeth but were both bashfully standing in their skirts at the side of the bed when I went in to use the washroom. And when I exited the can five minutes later, naked, I found them lying on their backs under the thin, virgin white sheet that covered them and immediately wondered what, if anything, they'd left on. Standing at the foot of the bed I found that Mom and Isabel had each positioned themselves so that the only place for me was in the middle. I slowly started to climb up the bed between them. "You should put on your underwear," Izzy said as I grabbed the top of the sheet and slowly pulled it back so I could get in. "Don't look...and where's your bra anyway?" I asked when the descending sheet revealed her pert, puffy nippled breasts. "It's hot. Besides, at least I have my panties on." "Do you?" I asked as I peeked under the sheet. I gave her a wolf whistle and a leer. "Where'd you get those," I asked as I took in the sexy string of cloth through which I could easily see the dark pubic triangle underneath. "Yes I do ...and stop that," she ordered but I sensed the excitement she was feeling. The excitement that we were all feeling. "And you mom, do you have your panties on?" I asked as I slipped my legs under the sheet after taking a quick glance at my mom. "No you don't," I said as I nestled down between them. "You don't?" Isabel squawked as she lifted the sheet and leaned over me to get a look. Her breasts brushed my chest as she hovered above me. Then she announced after she'd fallen back in bed, "Well, then I won't either." Seconds later her hands appeared out from under the sheet with a lacy little piece of white cloth. I watched it sail through the air. Charlie's Naked Proposal Ch. 02 I lay back, watching as mom stretched to reach the bedside lamp that was providing the only illumination in the room and switched it off. And then for minutes the three of us lay on our backs, our bodies touching from foot to shoulder, silent but for our thoughts. My thoughts were on the breast I'd seen hanging as mom had reached for the lamp. On the nipple that seemed to invite. Without thinking I voiced the thought that flashed through my mind. "Will you let me... I mean when you've had your new baby?" I asked my mother softly in the darkness. I felt Isabel's body stir beside me as I issued the words. "Let you do what?" mom asked nervously. "Yes, let you do what Charlie?" my sister echoed. "Drink." "Drink?" mom asked, her surprise evident in her tone of voice. "Your milk," I answered as my hand involuntarily reached for my mother's breast. "It's my earliest memory." "What is?" mom asked. She didn't pull back when my fingers touched her. "Drinking your milk...lying at your breast...your hand supporting my head." "That's impossible," Izzy announced from my other side. She was now sitting up. "You would have been too young Charlie...no one remembers anything before their second birthday," she lectured confidently, obviously repeating something she'd read somewhere. "I do though," I answered and I did. My hand was slowly cupping and fondling my mother's breasts as I spoke. Mom groaned softly. She made no attempt to stop my urgent caresses. "How long did you breastfeed Charlie Mom?" Isabel demanded, clearly trying to disprove my statement. My fingers closed on my mother's now hardened nipples. In the darkness Izzy hadn't yet realized I was touching her mother. "Til he was two and a half," mom finally admitted, something neither I nor sis would ever have guessed. My, "I did" was echoed by Izzy's amazed, "HE DID?" "I weaned your brother the first time after six months... and that wasn't easy I can promise you," mom said as she remembered. "Then as soon as you were born Isabel your big brother latched on again." "You let him take my milk?" "It was that or having him howling like a banshee twenty-four hours a day." "How much longer did you feed me?" I asked, fascinated by mom's unexpected story. "I weaned your sister at about eight months but you kept hanging on," mom said as I squeezed and stretched the teats that had fed me so many years earlier. "So it is possible I can remember it," I said triumphantly to my sister. "And that's probably why I'm so much smarter than my little sister," I added, "Everyone knows how important to future intelligence and health a mother's milk is." Then I gave Isabel a quick little slap on the butt. "I'm smarter than you... I was first in my class last year...my PSAT scores were..." "It shows up in the long run dear sister," I interrupted smugly, then quickly asked mom, "So can I? When the new baby comes?" "Dad and mom haven't decided yet if they're going to have another baby Charlie," Isabel said but the fight had gone out of her. "Can I?" I asked again and then dipped my lips to one of mom's erect buds. "Charlie! What are you doing?" Isabel spat out when she realized what I was doing. Mom moaned softly as her hand came to the back of my head and lightly caressed my hair as she held me against her soft skin. "There's no milk now Charlie," my mother finally cried as she pulled her nipple away from my lips. I could taste and smell her sexual excitement. "There will be," I answered. "Well maybe I will...if that day ever comes," mom muttered, making a promise we both knew would soon come to fruition. "MOM!" Isabel interjected angrily. "Don't encourage him." "And what about you?" I asked my sister as I turned towards her. "What about me what?" "Will you let your favorite brother taste your milk once you've found some poor guy willing to marry you and father your children?" "You're crazy. No! N...O...," she spelled. "Not even once?" I asked as I slipped my hand onto her. "Never. DON'T! Stop... that's disgusting," Izzy begged as my lips latched onto her nipple, a surprising thick and long nipple compared to her older sister's. They were almost as large as her moms. I sucked hungrily for seconds as I felt her push ineffectually on the top of my head. I finally released her straining bud. "CHARLIE!" I heard mom say in her most authoritative voice. I ignored her as I looked up into Izzy's eyes. "Promise me," I demanded. "No!" Izzy answered, then cried out, "Mommy... stop him," when I dipped my head and swallowed her other nipple as I cupped the breast that supported it. "Promise," I ordered when I came up for air. "No...never," she answered and then watched as I dipped my head and captured the first nipple again. "Okay...okay...okay, I promise" she finally agreed. "I love them...your nipples are perfect," I said and then took the second one back into my mouth and suckled hungrily at her teenage tit. "You're a pervert," she announced when all three of us were again settled minutes later, lying motionless on our backs. "And who knows," she added, "I may not even have babies... I'll probably be so busy running a company or being a top lawyer that I won't have time." "Oh you'll have baby's all right sis. Remember it's your brother who got the milk and the brains in this family." I knew an angry retort was on her lips so I quickly leaned over and whispered in her ear, "They'll be my babies." Isabel didn't say a word. In fact that was the last word any of us said before the three of us fell asleep. ***** I'm one of those guys who once he falls asleep is usually dead to the world for the next eight hours. So it was a very rare occurrence when I woke up later that night. It happened around four I figured out later. I was on my back but slowly became aware of a body next to me. Where am I, who am I with, I asked myself as I turned groggily towards the person pressing against my left side. Two eyes stared back. "Mom?" I mumbled softly when I finally recognized my mother's face in the moonlit room. One of her hands was gently caressing my hair. Lying on her side and leaning against me I slowly became aware of her nudity, of her hanging breast lying on my chest. Her nipple was hard! "Mom?" I tried again when she didn't answer but then almost immediately felt one of her fingers move against my lips, shushing me. And just as she quieted me I suddenly realized I had a hard-on and quickly looking down saw mom's top thigh lifted up over mine. My penis was in her palm! She slipped her shushing finger into my mouth as mesmerized, I watched her hand move up and down my cock. Stroking him to hardness. Then she lightly ran the tip of my penis up and down her slit. She started to push her finger in and out of my mouth! "Its so big sweetie...so hard," my mother whispered as she raised her leg even higher and adjusted herself so that each time she ran my prick along her crack my cockhead was momentarily caught and half swallowed by her now well lubricated entrance. "Mommeeeeeeeee," I groaned out around the finger she still had between my lips as she climbed up on my thighs and straddled me. My cock was still firmly grasped in her hand. I watched silently as mom quickly dipped her head and blocked my view with a curtain of her soft hair. Hair that blocked me from seeing her tongue flick across my penis before she took it between her lips. Groaning I tried to lift my hips off the bed to force more of my shaft into her moist mouth. A small gasp made me turn my head and even in the moonlight I was able to make out the look of surprise on my sisters face. For seconds our eyes remained locked together. We said nothing. Then, when I felt mom slowly release me from her mouth I turned back to her and watched as she brought my saliva covered shaft towards the engorged pussy lips waiting at the junction of her legs. She slowly lowered herself. Inch by agonizing inch her tightness enfolded me. Until she was full. Full of her son. My hands found her hanging breasts as she started to ride me. Low grunts escaped her mouth each time she slowly lowered and skewered herself on my thick shaft. I was inside my mother! For the first time in nineteen years. I started to move my hips, slamming them upward each time she lowered herself. Faster... harder... deeper... each thrust seemingly more urgent. Our mindless voices started to echo around the room. Isabel was forgotten as our orgasms neared. "Fuck me...oh please Charlie...fuck mommy...hurry baby... yes... yes honey... yes, like that ... hurry... huuuurrrry!" mother cried as she rode me. We were loud, almost screaming, as we approached the end. "Aaaah... aaaahhh... ohhh mommeeeeee," I cried out as I felt the tightening in my balls, as I felt my cream rush explosively up my prick, as I felt it spurt out into her vagina. Then another strand. Again... again... again... splashing out my impregnating cum as her insides tightened and pulsed in orgasm around my burning cock. Mom simply collapsed down onto my chest when we'd finished, panting into my chest as I held her against me. My cock, still hard, was plugging my seed deep inside her. We slept.... ***** I woke again just after seven, brought out of a deep sleep by a piercing shaft of morning sunlight that flooded through the high east window. What the fuck, I wondered as I opened my eyes into a blinding glare. Shading them I tried again and found the suns rays slicing across the bed, and found that only my head and the body next to me were in the bright glare of light. I moved my head back into the dimness Don't, I ordered myself even as my left hand reached out towards the naked form. The top sheet had somehow disappeared during the night leaving her unprotected. Lying on her back with her knees splayed outward every inch of my sisters skin was exposed under the intense light. My fingers gently traced across Isabel's stomach before they slowly moved upward. Her body twitched just as my hand cupped her perfectly formed, firm teenage breast. I knew immediately that she was awake even though her eyes were still tightly shut. "You're beautiful... so beautiful," I whispered in her ear as my fingers caressed her young breast. I felt another tremble as I lightly stretched her fat nipple. Still she feigned sleep. I brushed her hair from her eyes as my lips moved softly across hers. My hand slipped off her breast and slowly started to move downward, across her quivering stomach before it found her hair covered mound. My mouth found a nipple. My finger slid down her moist channel. Isabel's hips seemed to jump upward as I touched her in her most intimate place, upward in welcome even as she spread her legs even wider apart. Still she feigned sleep! My middle finger moved up and down, each time stopping to gently tweak her crimson bud of a clitoris before it slipped back down into her slit. I finally pushed inside of her, penetrating her teenage pussy with my longest finger. Small groans started to escape her lips as my finger aroused her. She was bucking against my hand when I finally climbed between her legs. Her eyes were still shut tight. But my mothers weren't! She was staring at me... at the large, sunlit, golden shaft that was poised between her daughter's legs. At the penis that just hours earlier had split her. At the cock that still had traces of her orgasmic juices splattered all along its length. My eyes, locked on my mom's, silently asked permission. An almost imperceptible nod signaled her acceptance of what I was about to do. I turned back to Izzy...her eyes still remained shut. I rubbed my pre-cum coated cockhead into her slit and slowly pushed it inside her. Levered open by the heart shaped organ I moved my fingers to her clit and slowly manipulated it. I felt the tremor come from deep inside her and pass over my cockhead just microseconds before the head of my prick popped completely inside her. She was sopping inside but still it was a struggle to push my penis into the tightness of her young pussy. She groaned when I thrust and got about half of my cock inside her. Softly moaned, "Nooooo," when I retreated. Still she feigned sleep. I pushed in again, a little deeper, retreated, pumped again, pumped again as she spread her legs even wider and tried to lift her hips off the mattress to meet me. It went on and on, for minute after minute, a slow pistoning. I felt no urgency to finish. Her eyes remained clamped shut. She came. Quick wet pulses that radiated out and around my cock. High pitched short grunts spilled from her mouth as her first orgasm passed through her. A baby orgasm. I wanted more! My cock, which had already ejaculated three times over the previous twelve hours, was in no rush. It was only another five minutes later, as a much stronger series of orgasmic spasms were taking control of Izzy's body, that I finally started to spout. Knowing she was on the pill I had no reason to pull out until every last drop of my cream was deposited inside her. "You're my wife now," I whispered softly in my little sister's ear as she lay panting under me. Her eyes remained closed. But a tear of happiness was slowly trickling down her cheek. "I love you," I added as I rolled off her. "I love you too," I heard whispered into my ear just before I fell into a deep sleep. Wedding Day, Rising Sun Commune We awoke late – it was close to one in the afternoon when the three of us came slowly back to life. "Oh my gawd, I'm supposed to be at the Poole's by two," Izzy squealed when we finally figured out the time. "I gotta wash...do my hair... mom," she pled as she leapt from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. I leaned over and kissed my mother. "Oh honey," she moaned when our lips finally separated. "Stop that! I'm late," Isabel demanded when she rushed out of the can and found our lips again interlocked. "Okay...okay," I complained as I disengaged myself from mom and rolled out of bed. The two of us washed her in the creek. Mom shampooed her daughter's hair while I washed my dried sperm from her body. Ten minutes later I watched my little sister race away down the path in shorts and tank top, her fancy dress over her arm. "We better get ready too," mom said as she stood next to me. "We have lots of time," I promised as I turned and took her in my arms. "Are you sure?" mom asked as the back of her knees came in contact with the side of the bed. "At least an hour," I answered as I pushed her backwards. "You're so big," she groaned happily as I pushed my thick shaft inside of her. "No ones ever made me feel like this..." We made love! There's no other way to put it. I'd had sex with my share of girls growing up but what I was doing with my mother, what I'd done with Sophie and Izzy, was different. Better. It's wrong, many people would say. Illegal. Immoral. Against God's teachings. But we weren't hurting anyone. We were making love. And we did. Hungrily. A man and a woman needing each other, needing what the other had. We washed each other in the creek when we'd finished. After my throbbing cock had spat strand after warm strand of impregnating cum inside her. She was my mother and lover now! ***** "So, how was the party," Sophie asked me an hour later. Earlier, Mom, who'd decided to go to the ceremony naked, had joined the Poole's and they'd all left for the clearing where the wedding was to be held. "My sons not growing up here," I answered. We were walking through the woods towards the amphitheater where in fifteen minutes I was due to deliver her to her bridegroom. My arm was around her shoulder. We were both naked... although, for this special occasion, my sister was wearing a virginal, white lace wedding veil. "Isn't she?" "It's a girl?" I asked and immediately knew it was. We both knew. I bent down and quickly kissed my sisters belly. "Hi beautiful," I whispered to my daughter-to-be. "We have to hurry," she said as she grabbed a hand full of my hair and tried to pull me up. I caught a nipple between my lips. "Charlie we don't have time!" she ordered. We walked on. "Did you park your boat on the beach?" she asked when we reached the edge of the bowl and looked down, referring to my threat of yesterday to whisk her away from her marriage by speed boat. "I guess I'll have to get married then," she added with a smile after I'd shaken my head no. "You don't have to...we could just turn around..." I offered, quite prepared to lead her away even though the crowd had caught sight of us. "C'mon Charlie, we've come this far, time for you to deliver me to my husband," she said laughing, then started down the incline towards the altar fifty yards away. The natural bowl was a swirling mass of people, some standing but most sitting on the grassy slopes. All naked! I couldn't help but hope that mom was capturing every step of our descent with the camera I'd insisted she bring. We were about three quarters of the way down when Sophie gasped, then laughed before saying, "Well just get a look at our once shy baby sister." Isabel was naked! "Where's the bloody dress she's been going on about for days?" I demanded. But I was starting to laugh. Isabel blushed when she saw us staring at her. I joined mom and sat next to her on the blanket she'd brought to sit on. We were ten feet away from Sophie and Graham. I took the camera from mom and started to film! "Dad will love this," I whispered to mom as I let the camera rove over the crowd. "You'll have to censer it before he sees it," she whispered back, then gave my penis a quick squeeze. The ceremony was over in minutes, the words spoken by a long haired, bearded and ancient hippy who presided and whose words were completely unlike any I'd ever heard at any previous wedding. However, the watching audience seemed to approve and cheered wildly when Sophie and Graham kissed, apparently cementing the union. I had no idea if what we'd just seen was actually a legal ceremony under American law. "So, what happened to the famous dress?" I asked my blushing sister as she, mom and I stood talking in front of the altar after Sophie and her husband had paraded up out of the amphitheater. Ninety per cent of the audience had already flowed out after them. "Why, you don't like the one I'm wearing?" my nude sister demanded as she did a pirouette in front of us. I picked up the camera. "I love it," I answered as I handed the camera (still recording) to mom and took Isabel into my arms. I kissed her. "Don't... someone will see," she said shyly when we'd broken apart. "You know, we could get married...no one would notice," I offered. "You're crazy," she answered with a saucy grin on her lips. "We can do it right now... here... mom can be the minister," I told Isabel as I took her hand and led her to a spot directly in front of the altar. "Charlie!" mom tssked as I took her hand and pulled her so she was standing between the altar and us. And so, with fifty or so laggard wedding guests still milling around, and with the camera we'd set on the stone block that made up the altar still recording, mother, a grin on her face, started, "Will you, Isabel Ann Woodman, take Charles to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "Don't forget the obey part mom," I instructed about one second before Izzy's elbow rammed into my side. "You'll obey me Charlie," she said with total confidence. "I know," I agreed grumpily. "Don't complain...you're sooooooo lucky," my sister answered. Her face was radiating happiness. And I knew I was lucky. In the end mom pronounced us man and wife. It had no legal standing of course but as I held my little sister and looked lovingly into her eyes we both knew we'd always be husband and wife. And we've got the video to prove it! Charlie's Naked Proposal Ch. 02 ***** It was a great reception – a great party. But as soon as Graham and Sophie had left just after ten, mom, Isabel and I rushed home to our cabin in the woods. I carried my new bride over the threshold. Then rushed back and carried my giggling mother inside and dropped her next to Izzy on our marriage bed. No one will ever be able to claim that Izzy's and my union wasn't consummated. It was! Four times. In fact I also consummated it with my new mother three more times just to make sure. Mother and daughter. Mom and sister. Bride and mother-in-law. And once more with Izzy just to make sure. Seven times lucky! We've got that video too. Isabel didn't feign sleep this time. In fact she proved to be a very noisy lover. Her urgent cries of need echoed loudly out from the cabin into the forest beyond as my cock pistoned in and out of her writhing body. Mom was much quieter. But her orgasms were more powerful as they rumbled over my thrusting cock. It was late when the three of us finally fell into a deep, untroubled slumber. Sunday, Rising Sun Commune "Wake up...wake up all of you! What are you guys doing anyway?" "Don't shout," I heard yelled from beside me. Izzy's voice I thought. "Why are you all naked?" I heard demanded from the first voice. It was Sophie speaking I realized. I slowly opened my eyes. My married sister was standing at the foot of the bed looking down at us. She was wearing clothes for the first time all weekend. "Sophie?" I asked. Mom stretched as she rolled off me and onto her back. "Why are you dressed?" I added. "Not all the Woodman's are hippy nudists," Sophie giggled out. "Its amazing I turned out normal growing up in such a weird family." "It's your fault," Izzy accused as she sat up while brushing her hair from her eyes. "My husband and I are about to leave on our honeymoon and dutiful daughter that I am I thought I'd come by and say thank you to my family who've been so supportive. And look what I find," she finished as she sat down on the edge of the bed next to her mom. Then, bent over and hugged her. She then proceeded to climb over my naked body so that she could reach Izzy and hug her. Then as she sat up again she asked her sister, "What's all this sticky stuff all over your stomach and legs anyway?" Izzy blushed as Sophie turned to me. "Thanks Charlie ... for walking me down the aisle," she added as she hugged me. "We'll miss you," I whispered. "It's just six weeks... then we'll be back ... I'll miss you guys too," she said as she slid down towards the foot of the bed and then stood, poised to leave. "I'll miss him too," she said as she climbed back up onto the bed between my legs. "Yes I will," she added as she lifted my penis from where it lay on my thigh. Then she kissed its tip. "SOPHIE!" Izzy cried as she watched her sister open her lips and take half of my soft, semen splattered prick into her mouth. "Well you two didn't do a very good job cleaning the poor boy, did you?" she asked after releasing my penis. "But you're married!" "I gotta go, Grahams waiting," Sophie said as she jumped from the bed. "I'm late." "But...What was that all about?" Izzy demanded as the screen door slammed behind her departing sister. "I guess married life isn't all it's cracked up to be," I said nonchalantly, "now come and give your brother a wake up kiss". "No...I gotta brush my teeth first," my wife answered as she jumped from the bed. "Morning mom," I said turning. "Will you give me a kiss?" My mother did. Then a second and a third. Then she slid down my body, giving me little wet nips every six inches until she reached my groin. "You are sticky," mom said after running her tongue from the base of my shaft to its head. My cute sister decamped from the bathroom just as mom was planting a wet kiss on its tip. "You get too many hard-ons Charlie," Izzy admonished as she sat back down on the bed. But there was an excited sparkle in her eye. "Isabel, you're definitely old enough to help your mom with her cleaning chores... it's not fair to make her do all the work," I teased. "What kind of wife are you anyway?" "I've always done my share," my little sister answered haughtily as she leaned over. Then two tongues were licking me! "This is the kind of wife I am," she said just before she lowered her lips down over my cockhead. We left the Rising Sun Commune three hours later. Dressed. Isabel drove. She smiled the whole way home. Sunday, Woodman House, on Philly's Main Line Dad couldn't wait to hear the news. Of course we could only give him the highlights. We didn't mention Mom's or Isabel's nudity. Although, when I'd edited the pics I'd taken, I did leave in enough that dad got a pretty good idea of what a show it had been. He actually gasped when I showed him one panorama picture of the hillside around the altar littered with at least a thousand naked bodies. "Isabel shouldn't have gone. I shouldn't have let her go," he said aloud in self criticism. We'd taken a few of shots of Isabel wearing her fancy gown that morning before we'd left so that we'd have something to show dad. Some of mom and I dressed too. Dad just shook his head when he saw the pictures of the bride and groom. "It wasn't that bad daddy," Izzy told her father but I made sure he saw my raised eyes as she spoke. Later, when mom and Isabel had gone to do something he asked me, "What was it really like son?" "They're animals dad ... it was ... just horrible," I finally admitted. "Jesus, I knew I shouldn't have let her marry that guy." "Worse than you could ever imagine," I added as I shook my head. ***** Some hours later I slipped into my sister's room. I was naked. I bent down and picked her naked form from the bed and then, with her cradled in my arms, started towards the door. "And don't think you can pretend you're asleep this time Izzy," I warned as I started up the stairs to my room. "Charlie?" she asked as her eyes popped open. She had a sly smile on her lips. "And who were you expecting?" "We can't...what if daddy comes up?" Our father hadn't visited either the second floor or the third floor of our house since he'd suffered a heart scare five years earlier. The day he'd got back from the hospital he'd called an architect. Two months later dad and mom moved into a two thousand square foot master suite in a ground floor extension jutting out from the house into the back yard. Izzy had inherited the old master suite on the second floor where she'd lived in luxury since Sophie had gone to University and I had the third floor to myself. "You're sleeping with me from now on, understand?" "Yes dear," she answered saucily. It was our first night alone together. The first of what we both knew would be thousands. We took our time. Explored every inch of each others body. Then fucked hard! ***** The next morning, after dad and Izzy had left for town (Isabel was working as an intern in Dad's office for the summer), I wandered into the kitchen dressed just in my boxers. Mom was drinking coffee at the kitchen table with her back to me. "Charlie, you shouldn't... Maria might see," she started to admonish when I wrapped my arms around her from behind and bent and kissed her. "She's upstairs, I just saw her," I answered, referring to our housekeeper. My hands closed on mom's breasts. "We can't... not here... that was ... it was just for there ... it was wrong... daddy..." she stammered out as I lifted her from her seat and pulled her against me. I carried her to her bedroom. Made love to her. "I'll never leave him... I love him," mom whispered as we lay panting side by side later. "I know. I love him too." "He can't know," mom insisted. "He won't," I promised. And in the weeks that followed the four of us settled back into our new day to day existence. Izzy and I lived together upstairs as man and wife. Mother and I made love irregularly. Every four or five days we'd find ourselves together and would simply smash together in need and lust. I told dad I wasn't going to Yale; that instead I'd accepted an offer from Penn. He pretended to be angry at first that I wasn't going to his alma mater. But mom reported the next day that he'd admitted to her that he was happy his only son would still be living at home for the next four years. That he'd hated the thought of me leaving but hadn't wanted to say anything. A week after we got home mom told me that dad and she had agreed to have another child. The fact that I was staying at home apparently had helped her convince dad to have another. To his, 'I'm too old ... what if something happens to me?' my mother had answered, 'Charlie's here. And Isabel. If anything ever happened they'd be there.' And so he'd agreed. But my child was already planted! ***** "They should live here with us," I said between bites. It was early August, three weeks after Sophie's marriage. The four of us were having dinner and we'd been talking about the newlyweds. "He's a commie... a nudist," dad scoffed. "We'll only have a couple of years while they're in Philly to change him... to make him more normal," I argued. "You don't want your grandkids growing up there dad." "What the hell can I do?" dad muttered angrily. "There must have been four thousand of them, from two to ninety, naked, smoking dope... Christ dad, you shoulda seen it." I could see the frustration in dad's eyes. For a couple of weeks I'd been telling him stories of our foray into hippie land. "You know they've rented an apartment in town Charlie, what the hell can I do?" "Don't swear John," mom chided dad. "It's not a safe area they're moving into dad. We have lots of room here, heck you could give them the whole second floor... redecorate it... give them free rent," I cajoled. "He doesn't want to stay with us ... besides, what about your sister? Where will she stay?" he asked as he nodded at Isabel. "There's lots of room on the third floor daddy," Izzy chimed in with perfect timing. "It'd be so much better for all of us John," mom added. The seed was set! We even convinced dad to take the stairs upstairs and tour the second floor after dinner. I let mom point out how easy it would be to give the newlyweds their own apartment. "Maybe we can talk to them... maybe after they've lived in their new place for a couple of months they'll realize how much better they'd have it here," we finally got dad to concede. We left it at that. But in the following weeks the three of us continued to revisit the issue with him. On August 27th, two days before Graham and Sophie were to get home from their European honeymoon, and four days before they were to move in to their new apartment, it just happened that an electrical fire flared in the third floor apartment of an old Philly townhouse. In fact in the exact apartment my sister had been planning on moving into. Isabel alerted us to the fire. "There was a fire on Sophie's street last night," she announced breathlessly as she rushed into the den the next night. "I just saw it on the news." We didn't know it was Sophie's apartment (or my parents didn't) when the four of us watched the late news that night. "She shouldn't be living in that area John," mother admonished dad. "They're all firetraps... and the crime rate is terrible. She'll be raped some night. And what about your grandchild?" There was a sudden look of steely determination in dad's eyes. A decision finally made. "C'mon Charlie we're going to find out just what the heck is going on down there. What's the house number Sophie's supposed to be moving into?" he asked mom. "Tonight Dad?" I asked dubiously. "Yes tonight, she's your sister for crying out loud," my father insisted. And of course we quickly discovered it was Sophie' apartment that had been damaged. Quite badly damaged in fact! "Well, now I guess they'll have to stay with us for a while," I announced as we drove home. "And if you can convince them we can get them to stay permanently. It's up to you now Dad." My father is no fool. You don't get to be one of the most powerful lawyers in Philadelphia and a Director of Fortune 500 companies if you are. So it came as no surprise when he suddenly stopped the car two blocks from home. "You little bastar-" he started. "The owners were away for the weekend... there was nobody home....it was insured." I knew he'd figured it out. "How did-" he started again but again stopped. "I don't want to know. And don't ever tell your mother or sisters," he ordered. "Yes dad." My father was smiling. "You could go to jail for something like that you bloody idiot." "Family should always come first dad." He hugged me. We never discussed it again! And eventually father was able to convince Graham and Sophie to temporarily move in. Heck it wasn't that hard – free rent in one of the nicest houses in Philadelphia. And dad even threw in a new car for them. Mom and Sophie immediately set about redecorating the second floor. Within days it was obvious to all of us (except perhaps Graham) that they wouldn't be going anywhere soon. On September seventh, with mom, dad, Isabel and Graham out of the house, Sophie Poole, nee Woodman, my big sister, just back from her honeymoon, climbed the stairs to the third floor and was properly welcomed home by her brother. Three times! A week later she proudly announced during a family dinner that she and Graham were expecting their first child. That she was about seven weeks gone. The newlyweds beamed. Them mom announced that she and dad were also having a baby! And that she too was about seven weeks pregnant. To the astonishment of Sophie and Graham. Dad popped the champagne that night. Mom and Sophie were allowed only one glass. By the time Isabel and I stumbled into bed three hours later we could hardly stand. Neither could dad or Graham. ***** ...Seven months later, on April 15th 2008, just four hours apart, first mom, then Sophie produced the most gorgeous daughters imaginable. My daughters. Charlie Woodman daughters. Amanda (mom's) and Jacqui (Sophie's). And two days later, at long last, after some seventeen years without, I tasted my mother's milk again. Her breasts were much bigger than they'd been the summer before of course. Her teats thicker and longer. I milked mom slowly that first time. Kneaded her ripe melons until the first stream of milk arced out through the air. Savored the taste. Slowly licked my lips before I let them descend to mom's other waiting nipple. Then greedily sucked. I tasted Sophie's milk that same night. And in the following days I milked the mothers of my children repeatedly, sharing their bounty with the babies. I made Izzy drink too. I wanted her to know exactly what I was experiencing, what I'd feel when I eventually milked her. It was a period of happiness and joy in the Woodman household... Nude Day 2008, Woodman House, on Philly's Main Line Graham of course wanted to go home to the commune for Nude Day 2008. Sophie refused! 'The baby's too young'... 'I'm not ready to travel'... 'It's not sanitary there'... she argued adamantly. Father, mother and Isabel and I supported Sophie, presenting a unified Woodman front that was impervious to any argument Graham tried to make. Mother finally proposed holding our own 'NUDE DAY' celebration in the back yard around the pool to make up for it. Dad, when he heard, informed us that while he'd like to attend, he couldn't that weekend due to previously scheduled business commitments. The chicken! Graham grumpily agreed. Sophie bought the masks. And so, at 8:00 pm on Saturday, July 19th 2008, Mom, Isabel, Graham and Sophie, two beautiful babies, and yours truly found ourselves in the Woodman backyard with masks on our faces. And nothing else covering our bodies. We swam... and ate from a huge spread of food the ladies had prepared ...drank bottles of wine... and talked and laughed (although Graham, for whom the party was being held, did more grumbling than smiling)... we danced ... and mom and Sophie fed their babies. Then they playfully offered their dripping breasts to the rest of us. "That's gross," Graham declined but that didn't prevent me from taking his wife's teat between my lips. He grimaced when I pulled away from his wife and he saw the huge erection jutting from my groin. Then he watched as Isabel and I milked mom. Then we danced some more. Graham, the man who'd been raised on the free loving commune was tentative as he danced with his naked mother, with Izzy. Not I. And he could clearly see my excitement. Knew that as I held my mother, my sister, his wife in my arms my throbbing penis was hard and insistent against their stomachs. He watched the hungry kisses I traded with Isabel, with mom... I could see the protest on his lips as I tasted his wife's lips. "It's wrong," he finally muttered. "It's NUDE DAY man," I answered, while directing a clear challenge at him with my eyes. I was bigger than my brother. Everywhere! He finally lowered his eyes. "C'mon mom, Izzy, its bed time," I finally said. Graham glanced up as I took their hands. "Will you watch the baby Graham?" my mom asked her son. "What?" he asked but three of us were almost at the sliding doors that led from the pool deck into mom and dad's bedroom. "The baby," Izzy said impatiently, "take care of him." "But..." he mumbled, clearly befuddled. I turned back, and after catching Sophie's eyes said, "C'mon, you too!" "Me?" my big sister asked, and but then, after only a moments hesitation, bent towards her husband, spoke a few words, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and then turned and rushed towards us. And then into my arms. I simply lifted her up and carried her to the bed, then, after laying her back on it, climbed between her legs and brought my cockhead to her glistening slit. Graham, a baby in each arm, was standing in the doorway, a dumbfounded look on his face, when I slowly pushed my penis inside his wife. After watching for seconds he fled. We made love all night! It was the first time we'd all been together. But we knew it wouldn't be the last. It was a feast of breasts and lips and tongues and fingers and bums and quivering clits and mouths and one cock. Of sex! Of love! When dad came home a week later he couldn't help but sense the distance that had suddenly grown between his daughter and her husband. But he didn't say anything. Graham lasted two more months with us before he suddenly disappeared one day. "This wasn't some more of your doing was it Charlie?" my clearly pleased father asked that night at dinner. "Not me dad," I declaimed with a blushing grin. "C'mon son, what did you..." he started to ask, but then stopped and said, "Don't tell me. I probably don't want to know do I?" "No dad," I agreed even as I wondered what it would be like to have all five of us in bed together. Did dad like breast milk? I have a feeling we just might find out... THE END And please dear readers, take the few seconds required and cast your vote. I'd love to see this story get more than the 800+ votes Chapter 1 got. Feedback is what keeps writers on this site coming back with more new tales for you. I'd also love to hear your comments and ideas...either below or e-mail me. Thanks, jim scouries. And hey, if you liked this one you might also like my two "Souries" Family stories.