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This is one part of a multi-part story, which will eventually expand into a connected universe of characters and stories. Within these stories I will be exploring themes of exhibitionism, first-time sex, incest, fetishes, bondage/non-consent, toys and masturbation, and most likely others. I will not be warning people about what is in each part of each story in order to avoid spoilers, so consider this your warning. If you like this story, and want to follow my characters’ adventures, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.
This part of the story continues directly from the previous one. I would highly recommend beginning with the first part, as it will make much more sense. Enjoy!
All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.
*****
Saturday
Cassadee woke groggily and squinted through bleary eyes at the clock on her nightstand. It read 11:38am, Saturday. Why had she slept so late? She never slept this late. And why hadn’t her mother woken her up? Suddenly, the memories of last night flooded her brain. Her Coming of Age party. Her mentor ceremony. Public nudity. Public masturbation. And lots of sex.
She touched her pussy and realized how tender she was. She wouldn’t be masturbating this morning, that was for sure. She briefly wondered why she was naked, then remembered taking off her night clothes before she went to sleep. Her parents had already seen her naked anyway, not to mention the fact that they watched her pleasure herself. Greg, her brother, still had not, because he hadn’t bothered to show up last night. That reminded her that she needed to have a talk with him to let him know just how much his thoughtless actions had hurt her.
Absently, she wondered if anyone would care if she walked out of her bedroom without any clothes on. Probably not. It might be worth it to see the look of shock on Greg’s face. The thought brought a mischievous smile to her lips. Deciding to take it one baby step at a time, she grabbed her thong off the floor and pulled it on. Then she slipped into her tank top and exited her bedroom.
For some reason she was on edge, extremely aware of how little her panties covered. She had never had any problem walking around the house in her underwear before. Why now?
Cassadee walked downstairs and headed for the kitchen. No one was there. She stepped into the living room and found her mom sitting on the couch, watching television.
“Hey, gorgeous! You’re finally awake,” her mom said with a huge smile. She patted the cushion next to her and Cassadee sat and cuddled up under her arm, leaning into her with her knees pulled up to her chest.
“Morning,” she said with a yawn.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” Cassadee responded truthfully, looking up at her mom.
Kathleen Ellison smiled, knowing exactly what she was feeling. “Give it a day or so. You won’t be sore for too long. Vaginas are very resilient.”
Cassadee’s eyes grew large at her mother’s frank use of the word ‘vagina’. Since yesterday, when her mother caught her masturbating in the shower and seemed perfectly willing to talk about it, Cassadee had begun to see her in a different light. Her mother was more than just ‘mom’. She was a woman with sexual experiences of her own and was much more open about the subject than Cassadee ever would have thought.
As Cassadee absently watched an old episode of the Gilmore Girls with her mom, her dad walked in and sat in the recliner. “Hey, sweetie! You finally decided to join us, huh?”
She smiled at him and tucked her feet up under her butt, shielding it from his view.
Why had she just done that? She had never felt self-conscious about being in her underwear in front of her parents before. Granted, this was the first time she was wearing underwear this skimpy around the house. But why now? Her dad had seen her completely nude last night. Shouldn’t that have the opposite effect, making her more comfortable with her lack of clothing? Was she concerned that her dad now saw her as a sexual being, rather than just as his little girl?
Making a conscious decision to be less inhibited, she untucked her feet. Since she was leaning on her mom’s shoulder, and away from her dad, it exposed her bottom to him. She imagined he could see the gusset of her thong, which clung tightly against her vulva, most likely giving her a serious camel toe, and the string in the back that was deeply nestled between her cheeks, barely covering her butthole. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him take a long, lingering look at her ass. When she glanced in his direction, his eyes moved back to the television. This was too much. It was giving her anxiety.
“Can I talk to you guys?” she asked, standing up in the middle of the room.
“What’s up, honey?” her dad asked as her mother turned down the volume. Kathleen had an enigmatic smile on her face. Did she have some idea of what Cassadee was about to say?
“Umm…I wanted to talk about urfa escort last night.”
Her mom nodded, signaling that she should continue.
“Well…it was…a lot.”
“I can imagine,” her dad said. When she said nothing more, he asked, “Is everything OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine…I think,” she said, not quite sure how she felt. “OK, I’m just going to be blunt. You guys saw me completely naked. Heck, so did a few hundred other people. And now I’m feeling self-conscious standing here in my panties. Why is that?”
“You don’t have to feel that way, sweetie,” her mom said. “You should be totally confident with your body. Especially after last night. Everyone loves you. Everyone thinks you are beautiful, with or without clothes on…including us.”
“I was thinking about that,” Cassadee responded. “You went through exactly what I did last night. So, why did you go right back to wearing clothes all the time? I mean, I’ve never seen you naked. Am I supposed to feel like I should cover up, now that my Coming of Age is over?”
Her parents smiled and looked at each other. “I’m going to let you take this one, Kathleen,” her dad said.
“Gee, thanks a lot,” she answered playfully. Giving Cassadee a look of understanding, she said, “Things haven’t always been as they are now, Cass. Your dad and I were much more open with our bodies before we had kids. After you guys came along, I guess we just came to a mutual unspoken decision that we would wear clothing around the house. We weren’t exactly nudists anyway, so it wasn’t a difficult decision to make. But we used to walk around the house naked a lot when we were younger.”
Cassadee tried to picture her parents sitting here naked. The whole idea was foreign to her. She couldn’t really imagine it—yet, she had been imagining herself doing it ever since she woke up.
“Okaaay,” she said, drawing it out as if searching for her next thought. “So, if I should be confident about my body, then why can’t I walk around here naked?”
“No one said you couldn’t,” Kathleen replied. Her dad shrugged his shoulders.
Cassadee thought her jaw would hit the floor. They didn’t care if she didn’t wear any clothes around the house? Were they serious? “So, I could just take off my panties and tank top and it would be perfectly fine?”
“Yeah,” they both said in unison.
Cassadee felt as if she were back on stage at the strip club with a spotlight blazing down on her and goosebumps pebbled her skin. This was it, then. It was time to put her money where her mouth was. It was almost as if they were daring her to do it. Then, I’ll do it! she thought to herself. About ten seconds went by. Why am I not doing it?
“What about Greg?” she asked. Greg hadn’t been at her party last night. He had never seen her naked. At least, not since they were little kids.
“What about Greg?” her mother replied. “He’s an adult. If he doesn’t want to see you without clothes, then he can look away. Why should it bother you?” By her mom’s tone of voice, it was obvious that she was pissed at Greg for not showing up last night.
For some reason, that made her feel better. She looked around the living room. Cassadee pictured herself sitting on the couch with no clothes or walking around the room nude, with no one caring at all, and it suddenly gave her a shot of courage.
Reaching to her midriff, she grabbed the hem of her shirt. In one fluid motion, she pulled it over her head and tossed it on the couch. She was now topless. Looking down, she saw her pink, puffy areolae and tiny nipples, which were growing erect in front of her parents. They glanced down at her bare breasts and then back up to her eyes, smiling.
Cassadee slipped her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, and after a moment’s hesitation, pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to the floor, exposing her smooth, pink outer labia, topped with a light blond landing strip. She watched as they both looked at her naked pussy. Her dad’s gaze had been just a fraction of a second longer, but the world had not ended, and her parents seemed completely unfazed.
“Feel any different?” her mother asked.
“I feel…” Cassadee thought for a moment. “Naked.”
This was a different feeling than she had had at the strip club. There, it was expected that she would take her clothes off, even in front of her parents. But this was her house. It felt weirdly normal to be naked here, but not in front of her mom and dad.
“It feels sort of good—thrilling—not to have clothes on…yet, kind of taboo, especially in front of you guys. Is that weird?”
“It’s not weird,” her dad replied. “You haven’t been raised to be naked around the house, so it’s a new thing. It’s kind of breaking a societal norm. But being naked should feel good. It is our natural state. Maybe we will decide to join you one of these days.”
Kathleen looked at Roger sideways with a wry smile and then back at Cassadee. “Maybe,” she offered, not giving away too much of what she thought about the subject.
“What about you, dad?” Cassadee balıkesir escort asked, swallowing a lump in her throat. “I saw you kind of take a long look at my butt when I was leaning against mom. And then you stared a little longer when I took my panties off. Has all of this changed how you see me? I’m worried that our relationship isn’t going to be the same now.”
Roger smiled and looked down for a moment before meeting her eyes. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, sweetie. You will always be my little girl, no matter how old you get. Nothing will ever change that. But you have grown into a beautiful young lady, and as such, seeing you naked attracts my eyes. Your being naked is new to me too. But a beautiful girl is a beautiful girl. Breasts, butt and vagina are things I like to look at. I don’t ever want to make you uncomfortable, but I have to be honest—if you are going to be naked around the house, I’m probably going to look from time to time. Is that OK with you?
Cassadee thought for a moment. How could she be naked and expect people not to look? It was kind of unrealistic. And he was her dad. It’s not as if he were a weirdo, or someone she felt unsafe around. Maybe it was strange, but it was kind of flattering that he couldn’t help looking at her. It was validation that he found her attractive. She nodded and smiled, letting him know she was OK with it.
“So, this is OK now, right? It wouldn’t matter if I did this every day? All the time? Even sitting at the dinner table?” Cassadee was testing them, trying to see if they would put any limits on her.
“You are an adult now, Cass. If this is how you want to walk around the house, then that is your choice,” her dad said.
“What if you have friends over or a meeting with someone from work or something?”
“It’s still fine, sweetheart,” her mother responded. “If it’s your decision to be like this all the time, or even only some of the time, then we will make sure to warn anyone we bring into the house. This is your house as much as it is ours.”
Cassadee felt a weight lift off her chest. She looked down at herself again. She was completely nude, and it was perfectly acceptable for her to remain so, if she desired. “OK. In that case, I think I will stay this way for the day.”
“Wonderful,” her mom replied. “Mind if I turn the volume back up on the show?”
Cassadee laughed at just how nonchalant they were being about this. It was perfect. She had never even thought about walking around the house without clothes until today, and here she was doing it. It was going to be a great day.
She excused herself, picked up her clothing, and walked out of the living room. She ascended the stairs and headed down the hallway to her bedroom, nude the entire way. Nothing bad happened. As a matter of fact, it was exhilarating.
Deciding to get a shower, she grabbed the towel, which she had used last night, off the hook in her bedroom. But instead of wrapping it around herself, which was her habit, she carried it in her hand and walked to the bathroom naked. After a hot, steamy shower, Cassadee dried her hair and body, then tossed the towel in the hamper, rather than using it to cover herself. She opened the door and strode confidently out of the bathroom. Just as she was about to enter her room, she heard a door open behind her. She turned to see Greg, her brother, who was frozen in place. His eyes were as wide as saucers, staring at her naked ass, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Cassadee froze as well. This was the first time Greg was seeing her naked. Should she dart into her room? Should she cover her ass with her hands? Should she wait to see how he reacted?
Why was this even an issue? If he had been at her party last night, like he was supposed to be, then he would already have seen her without her clothes on. It wasn’t her fault. And she was walking on air right now, enjoying her newfound freedom to be naked in the house whenever she wanted. Why should she let Greg’s attitude ruin this for her?
Deciding to end the impasse, Cassadee turned to face Greg, watching his eyes travel up and down her body. Her chest heaved as she stood there, nervously allowing her brother to visually feast on her naked private parts. Finally, the spell broke and Greg looked her in the eyes. His expression changed to one of annoyance, and he walked briskly past her and down the stairs.
What the fuck? Why was he acting like that? They used to be so close, but over the past six months he had grown cold and distant…even surly. Cassadee wanted her loving, caring brother back. She didn’t know how, but she was going to get to the bottom of this. She couldn’t live with him like this anymore. With tears in her eyes, she locked herself in her bedroom.
*****
An hour later, after a good cry, Cassadee walked out of her bedroom in a teal bikini and dark sunglasses, carrying a beach towel, a book, and her cellphone. She stopped in the kitchen and made a sandwich, poured a glass of iced tea, and took everything through the sliding trabzon escort glass patio door to the sundeck in the back yard. It was a hot day and when she tested the pool water, it was warm on her toes. She jumped in, swam for a couple minutes, then climbed out and sprayed tanning oil all over her body. Spreading the beach towel out on the deckchair, Cassadee reclined and opened her book, eating her sandwich as she read.
After about ten minutes, her mother peeked her head out the sliding door and said, “Cass, your dad and I are going shopping. We should be back in a couple hours. So, the house is yours, OK? Make sure you lock up if you go anywhere.”
“OK, mom,” she replied over her shoulder. “Where’s Greg?”
“He left. He didn’t say where he was going or how long he would be gone.”
“OK, thanks. Love you.”
“Love you, sweetie,” her mom replied, then slid the patio door shut.
After twenty minutes or so, Cassadee set her book down. Her sandwich and tea were gone. She surveyed the back yard. They had an in-ground pool, at which she spent most of her time during the summer, and a large, grassy yard behind that with a few trees here and there. Surrounding the property was a six-foot tall wooden privacy fence. They had neighbors on both sides, and directly behind their house, as well as houses on each side of that one. All five of those houses had second floors, just like theirs, which enabled a direct line of sight into the back yard. The privacy fence obscured only the ground floor from view. From behind her sunglasses, she scrutinized the windows of each of the five houses but didn’t see any sign of movement.
Did her freedom to be naked extend to the back yard? She couldn’t see why not. It was still their property. And someone would literally have to be spying on her from the second floor of their house to see anything. Plus, she had always heard a rumor that public nudity was legal here, even if no one took advantage of it. So, if that were true, she wouldn’t even be breaking any laws. If anyone complained about her being naked in her own back yard, it was their problem.
Cassadee lay in the deckchair for ten minutes contemplating the pros and cons of taking her bikini off. Finally, after deciding that there really weren’t any serious cons, she stood up. Taking one last look around, she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. Holding it against her chest for a moment, she skittishly checked again and, seeing no one, let it drop to the concrete patio, releasing a nervous breath.
Just like this morning when she stripped in the living room, nothing bad happened. She quickly untied the side strings of her bottoms and pulled them from between her legs, tossing them to the deck. It was shocking to be outside with no clothes on, even if it was in her semi-private back yard, and her nerves were tingling with excitement and fear. She quickly sprayed tanning oil on her previously hidden parts, taking her place on the deckchair.
Wow. Her heart was beating fast, but it was exhilarating. She ran her hands over her skin, which was slick with oil. Her areolae looked extra pink and puffy. She rubbed across her belly and hips to her toned legs. It was odd seeing that much skin in the sun, unbroken by strips of fabric. Her closely cropped landing strip of pubic hair was just as blond as the hair on her head. She touched her vulva, which was shaved baby-smooth, and pebbled with drops of oil.
Cassadee quickly took her hands away from her pussy. If anyone was watching her from a window, she didn’t want them to think she was masturbating. That definitely wasn’t legal in public. Although, she wasn’t sure about the privacy laws and how they would be interpreted to protect someone on their own property.
She smiled to herself, feeling, in this moment, like such a grownup. Whether, or not, she wore clothes in the house was entirely up to her. And she had made the adult decision that her freedom to be nude should also extend to her semi-private back yard. Until someone told her she couldn’t, for some legal reason, she would continue to do as she pleased with her body.
Cassadee picked up her book and tried to continue reading, but she just couldn’t concentrate. She kept glancing up at the upper windows of the other houses. And she really wanted to touch herself. She was squirming around in the deckchair, squeezing her legs together. Her hands kept nervously touching her thighs and stomach. After a quick glance at the surrounding houses, she ran her finger between her lower lips. It was slippery with a mixture of tanning oil and her natural lubricant. Thinking about masturbation had that effect. She brought her finger to her nose, smelling the scent of her vagina, and sucked it clean. She loved her own taste.
Cassadee covered her pussy with her hand and surreptitiously stuck her middle finger inside herself. She moaned quietly, moving her finger around, in and out. Her other hand moved to her breast and her fingers found a stiff nipple to squeeze. She kept glancing at the houses in rotation, keeping an eye out for any sign of movement in the upper windows. Her finger withdrew from her pussy and began massaging her clit, trying to keep the visible movement to a minimum. Lying there as motionless as possible, Cassadee glanced around once again, even looking back at her own house. Seeing no one, she concentrated all her efforts on getting herself off quickly.
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