The Widower's Boy

By CrackCorn

(I'll forward it to the author)

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Young teen girl's world expands when her mom and she move in with a man...and a boy her age.

The Widower’s Boy
by CrackCorn

So Tom my dear husband. You ask how I got to enjoy playing our body games, and why I like raising our kids in this naked little family of ours. I decided to write an account for you of my teen years when these attitudes began. I didn’t start out as a libertine. Like most girls I was modest, and quite ignorant of the pleasures of the body. But a big change came into my life which….well, read on. Maybe my story will satisfy your curiosity.

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As you know, I never knew my father. He boogied soon after I was born leaving my mom, then 19, to raise me, with a little early help from my grandparents. Mom worked, shopped, cooked, kept house, took online courses to further her career, and tended to me, her little girl. She was (still is) a beautiful woman, naturally curious and sociable, but she focused on her work, historical research, and on raising me. As the internet developed she could do more of her work from home, so we were together a lot and were always close. She didn’t have any boyfriends that I knew of. But when I was 11 she met Jack. Jack’s wife had died, leaving him to raise his son Timmy alone. I knew Timmy from school. He was one grade ahead of me, a very cute boy, real smart and rather quiet. After his mom died a darkness grew around him—he turned into a loner at school. Mom called him the “sad widower’s boy.”

With Jack in her life Mom seemed to blossom. She got more stylish, wore more colorful (and alluring) clothes. Sometimes when Mom and Jack went to dinner or a concert they would hire a sitter to watch both Timmy and me—sometimes at our place, sometimes at Jack’s. So I got to know Timmy somewhat. He was polite, distant, somber, mostly alone reading or working on school projects. So I spent a lot of this time with the sitter and the TV.

Well, a year passed and a life-changing event occurred. Mom and Jack decided since they liked each other so much they should live together. They also decided Mom and I would move into Jack’s house—it was bigger and all paid off. Jack was an editor and a writer for some national publications. He was also slender, smart, attractive, a distance runner, and was kind of a snappy dresser. But this was pretty scary—me and Mom suddenly living in a house with a man and his son.

After we moved Jack and Mom quickly became a team and organized activities for all of us including assigned chores, movie & pizza outings, a hike in a nature preserve, and of course family dinners. This gave us all a chance to get to know each other better. Timmy was the question mark. He passively went along with things but said little, seldom made eye contact, and never seemed to enjoy himself. I knew Mom was watching him, sometimes with an expression of pity, sometimes concern. She could cheer up almost anybody, but hadn’t made much progress with this sad boy. Maybe Timmy resented having another mother in the picture after his was gone. If it weren’t for the sadness Timmy might have had friends. He was not mean in any way, and so smart! He was also very nice-looking, had smooth skin and black hair. I tried to engage him in activities like shooting hoops and biking around—he’d do a few things but continued quiet and withdrawn. You might expect an older boy to be rough on a young girl like me, but Timmy never picked on me or indicated much interest one way or another.

After a while we seemed to feel more comfortable, maybe a little like a normal family though I really didn’t know what that was. Jack became the first father-type person I’d ever had. He was a great conversationalist, especially after a glass or two of wine, and helped me with homework, with my bike, whatever he could. He and Mom were playful with each other—maybe ‘demonstrative’ is a good word for it, the way they touched each other and seemed to share romantic secrets. You could feel the energy between them. I adjusted to the changes, and still had my girl friends. Timmy stayed on the periphery. He did well at school, but continued joyless and moody. We all worried about him. Mom, however, devised a plan—a plan that included me!

I noticed Mom starting to spend more time physically close to Timmy. Maybe it was about his homework, showing him something in a magazine, or checking the fit of his clothes. She would softly put a hand on his shoulder, let her hair fall on him, maybe let her subtle perfume emanate, give him undivided attention—and study his reactions. I noticed her dressing more casually, wearing only PJs, or only a thin housecoat that sometimes came a little bit open. Timmy actually did seem to perk up and smile helplessly at these attentions, then would return to his somber place.

One day after school Mom told me her plan, and my part in it. “Timmy is still so sad, but I think he’s ready to move into the next stage of life, even without his mom. Have you noticed me teasing and kind of flirting with him?” I said I did and that he seemed to like it a little. “You see,” she said, “he’s reached an age where he’s becoming attracted to females. That attraction could pull him right out of that sadness.” This was new territory for me. “Well, this is where you come in Annie. I need your help. You have a beautiful little body, one he’d probably find more interesting than my old one.” I told her she had a beautiful body and that maybe she really knew how to use it. “Hah! Maybe I do have some tricks. But I want you to help, if you will. With two of us we could maybe make some real progress.” What should I do, I asked her. “Here’s an idea. You’re not doing the best in math this year. Timmy is good at it. Ask him to help you, maybe an hour before bedtime. Wear pajamas, long ones at first so we don’t scare him, but after a while maybe something more comfortable. Your being with him might help take his mind off his mother.”

I had to admit that year I was struggling in math. Also, I was starting to admire the looks of certain boys at school, but I never knew what to do about it. Her suggestions seemed a little manipulative, but also exciting. “You mean I should sit close, let him peek down my top and stuff like that?” I asked. She told me I had exactly the right idea, and I’d figure it out as we went along. I said I’d try so long as she gave me pointers, and kept an eye on things.

“We’ll start tonight,” She said, “take a shower after dinner and use that nice-smelling soap I gave you. When you’re both in PJs about 8:30 ask him to help you with your math homework. You can use the little couch and work on the coffee table.” I began to see how dealing with boys could involve planning.

So later in the evening Mom had us get ready for bed. Jack built a warm fire. I asked Timmy if he could please help me with my homework. He seemed surprised but said OK. I wore flannel PJs with long bottoms and a top with long sleeves. Timmy’s were similar but of thinner cotton. We sat side by side on the love seat. Timmy concentrated on the math and actually did help me understand some of it. But any curiosity from him about my body was undetectable—I was becoming more curious about his body than he was about mine. I told him I had to pee and in the bathroom undid the top 3 buttons. Mom was nearby when I returned and gave me a secret approving smile. I didn’t have much chest development, but I learned that with a 13-year-old boy you don’t need much. He seemed to lose some focus on the math when I sat closer and let the PJ top fall forward. I also had my leg against his while I pretended to be zeroing in on the math. When we finished Timmy headed for bed. Mom said “Well done.” As I settled in bed I thought about Timmy—did the sadness lift a little during homework time, or was it my excitement at being close to a boy? I thought about what to wear next time. And I thought a lot about his body—his smooth skin and dark hair, and what might lie beneath the PJs.

On subsequent nights I got more daring, tried different looser, thinner tops, and then an oversize T-shirt and panties. Jack was generally there to build a fire, and long PJs got to be too warm. One night Timmy distracted me badly when he said “phew it’s hot,” and took off his top. His bare chest and shoulders looked so nice, and I really enjoyed our legs and arms touching while we worked. It seemed Timmy might even be looking forward to ‘math time.’ One result of all this was my curiosity about Timmy’s smooth-skinned body exploded, sometimes keeping me awake after bedtime. Another was Mom’s continued approval of how I was contributing to the project. And a third was actually much better math grades!

Well, Mom had more strategies. One Saturday she took us to a department store. First stop: a little bra and some panties for me. I was wearing a snug sweater and, knowing her game, I let Mom hold up different bras to my chest while Timmy looked on with curiosity. Later we got underwear for Timmy—Mom queried him at length about whether he preferred briefs or boxers, and which were more comfortable for his boy equipment. I was grinning like a fool at his discomfort, and he finally said “boxers I guess, please.”

Another day she gave us laundry instructions, said our loads should be combined to save energy, and had us sort clothes by fabric and color. For example we combined our whites in one load, so my panties and Timmy’s undies got mixed together. Again, I knew her game and happily went along. Timmy seemed more interested in the machine controls. Mom had us together hanging it out and sorting and folding the laundry when it came off the line.

One evening Timmy and I were next to the fire doing math in our nightwear, and Mom was shopping online. She looked straight at us, said she was going to order some clothes for us and had to get measurements. She fetched a cloth measuring tape, pen and paper, and put a kitchen chair near the fireplace. She had me stand on the chair and she starting measuring. She asked Jack to write down the numbers. First my shoulder to waist with the the tape running over my T-shirt and little titty. When she wrapped the tape around my chest I watched Timmy who was somber but paying close attention. I felt my little nipples stiffen. Then the pants inseam with one end of the tape in my crotch with my panties. I gasped a little, and noticed Timmy almost smiling. Then his turn. He had on thin PJ bottoms and no shirt. I positioned myself so the firelight might help me see through the fabric. With his inseam Mom seemed to have a little trouble finding the right crotch position for that end of the tape. I think she scrunched up or moved around whatever he had there. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. Since I was a girl I understood Mom’s tricks. I also believed boys weren’t usually clever enough to figure these things out.

Mom’s next ploy confirmed my suspicion that Jack was completely involved in her schemes. In the bathroom that we kids used Mom replaced the old, torn shower curtain, but with a transparent vinyl one! About the same time the lock on the door handle mysteriously became inoperable. I complained to her about it. She smiled, winked at me and said “Sometimes girls have to pee when boys are in the shower.” I began to understand how crafty, determined and comprehensive Mom’s program was. I told her she should be the first to walk in on Timmy. The next morning she did. I watched from the hall. She casually said, “Excuse me Timmy, I’ve got to get something out of the vanity.” I got a little glimpse of the naked boy behind the misty curtain. The next time he was showering it was my turn. With Mom’s urging I walked in and said “Sorry, I’ve got to pee,” and sat on the toilet watching him. He kept his back to me. When I flushed the toilet and pulled up my panties he jumped because the shower got hot and forced him much closer to the transparent curtain. I gawked at his beautiful self including a nice rear end, and saw his determination to keep facing away from me.

I told my best friend Nadia about seeing Timmy in the shower, so almost immediately my other friends also knew all about it. The consensus was that I was real lucky to be able to see this good-looking boy showering, and to actually have him living right in the house with me. They urged me to keep trying to see more, and then tell them all about it. Nadia though was not completely joyful. It seemed she might be a little smitten with my good-looking “stepbrother” and maybe was jealous of my access to him.

I didn’t go for “What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” Wearing panties and a thin T-shirt was one thing, but I no way wanted Timmy getting a look at my whole naked body. It seemed so boyish compared both to my mom’s and to some of my friends’. Maybe it was snotty of me but I liked it that I could peep at him but he couldn’t peep at me. I showered quickly when I was sure he was sleeping or out of the house. However, I walked in on him every chance I got. I brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, washed my face—whatever would keep me at the sink where I could see him in the mirror. Sometimes he seemed to study my face in the mirror, maybe gauging my interest in getting a look at him. When I reported this to Mom she was quite pleased. She said we were definitely making progress, and I should keep it up. And she asked me if Timmy had seen me in the shower. “Not yet” I said, “I’m too smart.”

“Or chicken,” she said.

My perfect record was shattered one early morning when I was sure Timmy was sleeping. Just as I started rinsing shampoo out of my hair with my eyes closed. I sensed a little movement of the shower curtain caused by the door opening. I turned toward the wall but I don’t think in time because I heard Timmy say “Good morning, good-looking.” I then heard his pee hitting the toilet bowl. He kindly did not flush as this would affect my water temperature. When I opened my eyes he was gone, but I felt a cold thrill of exposure. The rest of the day he kept smiling at me. Mom noticed and privately asked what happened. I told her, hanging my head. Mom just smiled, and asked if it wasn’t fun. I said “Not at all,” but as I replayed the scene in my mind I actually felt it actually was exciting as well as scary.

I watched the body play of our little “family.” Mom often wore a loose robe which would partially open as she worked in the kitchen or walked around. You might see a long, beautiful leg almost all the way up, or glimpse her breasts wobbling freely under the fabric. Jack sure enjoyed this—he frequently gave Mom happy smiles, or stood pinning her to the counter and giving (and getting) kisses and touches. They were so happy with each other, and I was happy for Mom. Timmy continued mostly gloomy and quiet, but when Mom was carelessly (or perhaps very carefully) partially robed he seemed always to be in position to get a view. She’d bend down to check his schoolwork or something on the table, or just to talk to him, and she’d lay her hand on his arm or leg while simultaneously giving him little views down her front. One time when she was particularly attentive Timmy kept adjusting his pants. Mom saw this too and winked at me—I took this to mean that something was stirring in his privates.

The drift toward careless dress continued. Jack was a slender, handsome man, and in good shape from running. He started showing up for morning coffee in just plaid boxer shorts. I was fascinated by his muscles, the golden hairs on his legs and chest, and the movement of things inside the boxers. Mom would sometimes walk around with the robe somewhat open in front, and languidly fasten the belt after she encountered me or Timmy and engaged us in some topic. One day she told me she enjoyed sleeping naked, and on warm days wished she could stay that way. She also told me I could go topless or completely naked in the house if I wanted. I said “Fat chance.” At the time I didn’t fully comprehend Mom’s and Jack’s intentions and where they would inevitably lead. Mom asked Timmy if it bothered him if her robe didn’t always cover everything. He replied in a level, disinterested monotone that it didn’t—but it was the right answer, because afterward she became even more careless about covering up. I followed her lead by coming to breakfast in one of my new bras. Mom smiled at this. Jack smiled too—not just because it was part of the Timmy program, but also I think because he enjoyed seeing me quite exposed. There got to be a lot of bare skin at breakfast.

At school Nadia noticed my improved math grades and even asked for help from me! How come I wasn’t struggling with the formulas anymore? I told her about my “tutor” and how we’d go over my assignments after we got ready for bed. “You’re in pajamas?” she asked. “Yep, and so is he! My mom thought he might forget about his dead mother for a while if he had to focus on helping little old me.” I sensed a flash of maybe jealousy run through her. So I suggested she could sleep over and get some tutoring too. Our moms worked it out. Mom told Timmy he’d have two girls to tutor the next night. Nadia came home with me after school. In my bedroom she pulled PJs out of her backpack—they were long flannels and quite safe. “Will these be OK?” I said “Sure, but I’ll probably wear a T-shirt and panties.” She was shocked, but began to consider she might be at a competitive disadvantage. I offered to loan her a big T-shirt but she indignantly said “no way!” Then “Well, I’ll think about it.”

During dinner the parents indirectly pursued the cheer-up-Timmy program. Mom talked of when she was our age, risqué dare games, and how boys were always pestering her. This didn’t surprise—as a woman she was beautiful and spunky so she was probably quite a draw as a girl. Jack also related some wild boy-and-girl times far away from parents at “the old swimming hole.” Our young lives seemed so tame by comparison, so programmed, so dominated by TVs and computers. It was wild having Mom and Jack tell their racy tales. They showed that with a little bravery and planning some really exciting things could happen.

A couple hours later Mom said “time to get ready for bed.” Jack built a crackling fire. It was obvious he was all-in on Mom’s project, especially after seeing its positive effects on Timmy, and he probably enjoyed my déshabille. In my bedroom Nadia asked to borrow a T-shirt. She seemed anxious and very deliberate about how she dressed for the tutoring. It seemed clearer than ever that she was quite interested in Timmy. We did some negotiating, and settled on almost identical panties and T-shirts from which Mom had cut the sleeves as part of the Timmy-rehab program—they allowed little side views of girls’ chest development. Nadia had titties about like mine, maybe a little bigger. I thought she would look quite appealing to Timmy with her long legs, beautiful face and projecting chest. I told her to not slouch and let her chest stick out. She was nervous about wearing so little, but seemed reassured that I was encouraging her to be beautiful for the nice, sad, boy.

We gathered with our homework at the little table by the fireplace. Timmy wore boxers and a loose T-shirt and sat between us. I was on high alert for all the body things going on. Mom and Jack sat away from us and chatted, no doubt surreptitiously enjoying the little drama. My nipples started poking out and I kind of pointed them toward Nadia to show her what she should do. She got the hint, and leaned forward in such a way that Timmy could see her little breast through the armhole. She had a hard time focusing on the work, but Timmy was good at asking questions to get her to think, and we made progress. It got quite warm. Timmy again said “Phew it’s hot in here,” and took off his shirt. His smooth skin really looked nice. Nadia turned pink. I wasn’t sure at the time whether Timmy was teasing us, was simply enjoying the parent-sanctioned body adventure, or wanted to flirt with Nadia. She lost focus on the work but the half-naked Timmy kept at it. I glanced at Mom and Jack who seemed to be paying little attention to us. I’m sure it was great for both of them to know Timmy was so engaged with girls, and for once completely without that cloud of sadness. When Nadia and I later nestled into pillows in my dim room she said “Wow! Thanks for having me over. I wish I had someone like Timmy in my house.” I liked Timmy more and more, but she seemed definitely smitten. Sleep came only after considerable whispering about the loveliness of the boy, and when we should do this again.

The next stratagem I didn’t see coming. Mom and Jack were of course totally in cahoots. At dinner they talked about maybe getting a hot tub. Jack said there was a sale going on, and there was a good spot for one on the deck out back. Mom said how relaxing it would be, that there was privacy out there, and something about helping the kids with “positive body image,” the meaning of which eluded me at first. A couple days later the dinner talk was about the way many families kept all fabrics out of their hot tubs. And something about detergents in the fabrics messing up the water. Yikes, then I got it! There would be a nude rule. Timmy came readily out of his gloomy place—his eyes went from one to the other of us, looking totally curious. I was speechless, considering how we could all be naked out there—I would be able to see all of Timmy, and Jack as well! And they could take long looks at all of me. Was I ready for this? Mom had already been nudging us toward nudity and body curiosity, but this would be a huge step!

A couple nights later Mom showed photos on her laptop of families in hot tubs. The first ones showed bodies mostly underwater. Then there were boobs floating or above the water. Eventually there were naked people in water maybe up to their knees and even out of the tub—adults, teens, kids—with everything visible—they looked happy and totally unconcerned about being naked. I looked at Timmy’s expression—surprise, astonishment, and rapt attention. “Of course if the kids are afraid of being naked they wouldn’t have to use it,” Jack stated. Mom said, “I think we can all be comfortable with it.” I don’t know if it was Mom’s finagling, my increasing hormones, or both, but after the slide show I couldn’t get the hot tub idea out of my mind.

A week later it was installed. The water reached temperature that evening and was ready for bodies! Jack explained the thermostat, the jets, the cover, keeping electronics away, no splashing, etc. Mom reminded us about no fabrics. We could come in towels or robes and hang them on pegs Jack had driven into posts. It was after dinner, the sun was going down, birds were heading to their nests. Mom said “Why don’t we try it out right now? There’s plenty of room for all of us.”

“Oh God,” I thought, “The moment I’ve been wanting and dreading is here. What should I do? What should I say?” Salvation came unexpectedly from Timmy, who announced “I’ll go get a towel and be back…if I don’t chicken out.” He was more with the program than I thought, actually taking a lead. Mom and Jack smiled at each other, then looked at me. I said “What about you guys?” Mom said, “I’ll race you into the water. If you win I’ll give you a dollar.” She kicked off her shoes and started unbuttoning her top. I thought maybe I could get in the tub before Timmy came back—I’d see him but he’d have a hard time seeing me under water. So I ripped off my clothes and slid into the beautiful warm water, beating Mom. Jack went off for towels. Mom carefully hung her blouse and slacks on a peg—that was all she had on!—and slipped in beside me with a groan of pleasure. Her boobs were swinging. Her privates were concealed by a bush of dark hair, which made me realize how exposed my privates were. At least I was just a blur in the water.

Jack and Timmy reappeared, both wearing only towels. Waiting for the towels to drop was maybe the most fun I’d ever had. I couldn’t look away. Jack tossed his onto the bench. There it was. Framed in soft brown hair was a big penis hanging down—which I later learned was circumcised—and big balls which hung down nearly as far. Jack’s whole trim body reminded me of classical marble statues I’d seen in the museum. Jack slipped in the water between me and Mom. This would force Timmy to be next to a female. “Hey!” I wondered. “Where was Timmy?” He’d snuck behind me, dropped the towel and quickly slid in next to me. I glimpsed what I thought would be his little boy penis, but it was bigger than I expected, and sticking out. He turned away from me with a satisfied “Aahhh.” I tried to see his boy parts but he was making it difficult by twisting away. I raised up a bit for a better look but realized my little tits were exposed, so I sunk back into the water.

Jack turned on the jets. We all just soaked in bliss, though my bliss (and surely Timmy’s) was mixed with high excitement. I felt that pleasurable sensation growing between my legs. After a while Mom had Jack turn off the jets. The water calmed—and got quite clear. I started craning around trying to get a look at Timmy, who again twisted away. Then I looked down at Jack’s 'package' (although I didn’t know that term then). Mom said, “We should get past all this darned curiosity and modesty. Here’s what I suggest. We stand up one at a time, slowly turn around, and let the rest of the family have a good look. After that we should all be more comfortable.” Yes, she used the word “family,” and it seemed that was what we had become. There was a happy male camaraderie between father and son. Jack said, “Timmy boy, why don’t you lead the way?” “No way! I can’t right now!” he said emphatically, leaving little doubt about what his problem was. My mom said, “Annie? Can the youngest lead the rest of us?” I demurred and gathered my slender body into a tight ball.

Again Timmy, astonishing me, suggested a way forward. “It’s so quiet right now.” he said, “Each one of us can guess what bird we’ll hear next. The one who’s right picks the first person to stand up and show off.” A brilliant idea—this boy that I’d been living with for months had more brains and depth than I suspected. It seemed with all this body stuff Mom had devised he was happily engaging with us like never before. We quickly agreed to the plan. I said “crow.” Mom said “chickadee” and Jack “blue jay.” Timmy said “robin.”

We sat…soaking…perfectly quiet, waiting in an excited, happy suspense. No bird call for a couple minutes. Then came the clear whistling of a cardinal—nobody guessed a cardinal. Then after a while the wavering double tone of a robin. Timmy smiled broadly. I thought he’d pick Mom because she was a fully developed beauty. But he said “Annie!” in a friendly way, as if humorously getting back at me for all the times I watched him in the shower. Everyone looked at me, still huddled into a ball in the clear water. “Oh God,” I thought, then I told myself that soon I would see everything I had been curious about. I uncurled and slowly stood up. The water was covering my crotch, and my arms were covering my chest. Mom said, “OK Darling, out of the water.” I clambered out onto the deck, and kept my legs pinned together. Mom said “Turn around slowly dear. Maybe you could put your hands on top of your head.” That same head that was spinning with so many thoughts and feelings. I was scared. Sure, I’d learned a lot from Mom about teasing boys, but this was wild new territory. Timmy was so happy tonight, no sadness about him. I wanted Mom to be proud of me. Timmy might tell other kids about naked me—but probably wouldn’t. I had agreed to the rules of the game. After considering everything I suddenly felt terribly brave. I forced my hands to the top of my head and spread my legs a little. I felt little breezes in new places. I felt my little nipples hardening. And I slowly turned around. It started feeling really good! I spread my arms out and almost danced. I was in this naked, exposed place where I’d never been before. I felt right then that I’d surely want to return to this wild-feeling nakedness. I slowly slipped back into the welcoming water, but without trying to hide anything.

“Who’s next?” I said. Jack said, “If this were a card game we’d go clockwise, so it is definitely I.” He always used correct language. Out came his beautiful, slender, muscly runner’s body. He paused, inches from me. I closely examined his peter (which was sticking out a bit and was bigger than before) and everything else. I sensed some power from his sex parts that was very different from a girl’s power. He got out, and turned slowly, his hands behind his back, water dripping off the end of his peter.

“Stay right there,” Mom said, “I’ll join you.” Naked, she was certainly a beautiful woman—big beautiful boobs, wide hips, soft sensuous legs, long dark hair framing her face and resting on bare shoulders, a curly dark bush over her privates. I glanced at Timmy who was raptly watching. She did the hands-on-head turning thing, and then pressed herself against Jack. “So, are there differences between men and women?” she asked cheerfully. I thought “Wow, yes, and what an amazing little family we have.”

It was Timmy’s turn. Mom and Jack slipped back in the tub and smiled toward him. I stared impatiently. He confidently stood up in his smooth-skin body. It seemed so beautiful. I was shocked by his penis which to my inexperienced eyes seemed big for a 13-year-old. It was pointing straight out, giving a clear view of the tight little sack of balls. He did the turn-around, and looked lovely from every angle. I was spellbound. There was no place I would rather be than with my naked family right then. Timmy slowly and happily re-entered the water. He was not then the sad widower’s boy. He settled right next to me, our legs and arms touching. I thought it would be nice to touch his pecker—later maybe I’d scheme some way. But right then I just wanted to enjoy the wonderful freedom of hot-tub nakedness. I rested my head on the tub’ rim and let my body float, my titties sticking out like little volcanoes. Timmy did the same, with his pecker sticking up like a little mast. His leg and mine rested together, feeling wonderful. I knew by their broad smiles how Mom and Jack felt.

My head hit the pillow that night but sleep was long delayed by replays of delectable moments out on the deck. I felt I had grown a lot that evening. I had to really appreciate Mom’s system for helping the sad boy. I was also thinking—my girlfriends wanted lots of reports on Timmy—would I dare tell about this evening of delights, and about the certainty of more? Might Nadia be jealous?

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So dear husband— you may now see how at a tender age I was enticed into the fun and freedom of nakedness. This was, as you can guess, only the prelude to more fun to come. I had little chance of resisting all the forces: my guiding sensual mother, a lovely boy about my age right in the house, a good-looking stepfather, a safe environment with people I trusted, plus my own hormones propelling me into curiosities and explorations. I know you didn’t have a nice pretty girl in your home to play with when you were young. I hope we’ve been making up for some of that. I love watching our kids frolicking naked, and thinking how they’ll have some fun explorations of their own.

Now that I think of it there may be a little more to tell—the story left Nadia out there, wishing for Timmy—how smitten was she with the boy? So, a little continuation of the story.

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Well, of course I did tell Nadia about the hot tub family night. She listened intently, wide-eyed, hanging onto every word—then fell silent. I asked her what was wrong. She got teary, and asked why Timmy wanted me to “show off” first. I said it was probably because I had been seeing him so much in the shower that he wanted to even the score. Was Timmy interested in me, she wanted to know, and was I interested in him? Well, I had to admit it was a real joy to have a nice boy there to get naked with, and I was learning more and more about his creativity, bravery, and solid character. But it was obvious that Nadia had a strong feeling for him and was afraid she’d lose her chance of being his special friend. I considered. Did I want a stepbrother for a boyfriend? Way too complicated! It didn’t take me long to come up with an idea. I said that maybe we could do the same thing with the hot tub that we’d done with the math lessons—have her come over and join in. Wow—the emotions that came into Nadia’s face: excitement, wonder, fear, doubt, helplessness. “What would my parents think?” she finally said. “All we can do is try,” I said. She was so relieved that I wasn’t competing with her. “I’ll ask my mom about it” I said. We said nothing about any of this to the other girls.

Mom was the perfect go-between. She enjoyed helping us kids grow up, part of which meant learning to be brave and open with our bodies. She didn’t get over-involved with us—just encouraged us. She had some conversations with Nadia’s mom. She smoothed the way for another night of tutoring followed by hot tubbing. I was amazed she pulled it off. Years later Mom told me that Nadia’s parents liked the “positive body image” stuff for their kids, but had been restrained from encouraging it by what they thought were conventional societal attitudes. Anyway, it got arranged.

The plan included math tutoring on the stuff that was frustrating Nadia. Also in the plan, Nadia’s 10-year-old brother Jaro (they all had Slavic names in that family) would join us and sleep over in Timmy’s room—this would make the nudity seem more normal for everybody, and less traumatic particularly for Nadia. Turns out, I learned, that little Jaro often liked to strip off at home. I was glad he was coming—more fun for me to see another naked boy, and to be naked in front of one!—my attitude had certainly changed!

The day came. Nadia and Jaro came home from school with Timmy and me. Mom made some veggies and Jack grilled some chicken out on the deck. The hot tub sat ominously nearby. Jack and Mom kept the dinner conversation pleasant and low-key. They seemed to enjoy studying us kids, considering the exposures we were heading into. Timmy took Jaro out to shoot hoops. Nadia and I yakked and nervously giggled in my room. Then Mom announced it was time for math. Jack had made another fire. We girls wore loose Tees and panties, Timmy only boxers, Jaro a PJ top over tighty-whiteys. Jaro peeked at the math that awaited him in a couple of years, but mostly hung with Mom and Jack. Timmy handled the session masterfully, making Nadia focus on the pesky theorems and coefficients. Even though quite randy I stopped thinking about bodies for a while. When the tutoring was done I looked up—the adults and Jaro were gone.

We peered out on the deck. Jack had shown Jaro the hot tub arrangements, went over the rules, etc., then they had both gotten in. Their towels were hanging on pegs. Nadia was really nervous, with good reason—she didn’t know how to react to my naked stepfather; she was about to be naked with her little brother; but mostly it was about getting naked with Timmy—would he like the real her? I took her to my room to undress. I thought she had a beautiful body and perky little tits. I told her when she got to the tub to just hang up her towel as if she were in a swimsuit, to move naturally, and not hide anything—then slowly slip into the water. I would go first to show her. When we walked onto the deck good-looking Jack was just walking our way drying himself with a towel, smiling pleasantly. “Enjoy” he said. He didn’t exactlyl show off his parts, but didn’t seem to be hiding them either—he played it perfectly.

Timmy and Jaro were in the foamy water—the jets were running—they watched us intently. “Watch me” I whispered to Nadia, walked up close to the boys, slowly unwrapped my towel, casually hung it on a peg, then walked around a little bit so I could get in next to Jaro. The little guy had studied my body with shining eyes. Then he stared at his sister. Nadia was immobile next to where her towel would hang. "Come on, get in!” Jaro yelled to her, which seemed to freeze her even more. It was Timmy, again, who saved the day. He climbed out, his entire body on full display (looking really good), and in a friendly manner went up to Nadia, saying “Let me help you.” He gently pulled the towel off her shoulder, saying “This can hang here,” and hung it on a peg. Nadia, still semi-frozen, drew in her shoulders and covered her chest and crotch with her arms and hands. “Here. Take my hand. I’ll help you” Timmy said gently. She surrendered, and let Timmy slowly assist her getting in. She looked wonderful. Jaro of course was all eyes and smiles.

The magic of the warm foamy water soon had us all relaxing—there was a chorus of “Ahhs.” After a while little Jaro said “Wow, I didn’t know it would be so nice being naked with girls.” He tried repeatedly to see us girls through the foamy water. Feeling brave, I decided to help him and sat up so my tits were out of the water, and let him have a good look. “Wow” he said. I suspected his pecker was getting hard. I asked him if he’d get me a hairtie which was on a railing. “OK Annie!” he said and climbed out, revealing a nice hard little weenie. “Nadia sees me all the time but I hardly ever get to see her” he said. I started controlling my hair, still sitting up half out of the water, enjoying the effect I was having on little Jaro.

I knew Timmy was going to move things along, but I didn’t know how. Then he said “Does anybody mind if I turn off the jets? I like to listen for night birds.” Only Nadia could possibly mind, but she didn’t want to show fear so was mum. Timmy moved halfway out, again showing his neat body and handsome boy parts, and adjusted the controls. After he slipped back in, the water smoothed and got clear. Just as Nadia was again starting to cover her chest we heard an owl hoot. Timmy kindly put his arm around her shoulders and softly explained what we were hearing. Then there was a fox barking off in the woods, and he explained that. Nadia looked him in the face, said “thank you.” Some strong communication seemed to pass between them at that moment. Nadia again relaxed all her limbs, listening for night sounds.

We had maybe another half hour to enjoy the nakedness, the water, and the night sounds. Then Mom came out in a towel and suggested we dry off and head to bed so she could have a little soak. I said “Mom, can we have 5 more minutes? We’re listening to a fox. There’s room for all of us if you want to get in.”

“Jaro” she said, “Do you mind having another naked girl in there? “Oh gosh no Mrs! I like to see naked ladies.” The towel came off her mature body. Jaro gasped. Mom asked if she could sit next to Jaro so I moved. Mom put her arm around him, putting a big breast against his shoulder, and asked him about school and such. After a couple minutes Mom sank down farther and stretched out her arms and legs. I think when Jaro went “Ooh” she may have accidentally-on-purpose rubbed her forearm along Jaro’s stiff little pecker. I wished I could have felt it. Mom was demonstrating for me both confidence and some techniques I might use in the future. I moved to the other side of Jaro so he was pinned between me and Mom. I rested my hand on his leg. In this crush his hand ended up on my thigh almost on my sensitive crotch. Nadia had her head on Timmy’s shoulder—their bodies were touching from head to toe. They were so happy together like this. We were all in this new, wonderful heaven. After several minutes Mom said “OK kids, bedtime.”

Timmy climbed out and offered his hand to Nadia who took it and smoothly exited the water, looking beautiful all over. Her fears were gone. With her towel she dried her hair. Timmy dried her back, and she then dried his. There was now no hint of sadness around the widower’s boy. His eyes sparkled, his smile was irrepressible. What sweet dreams I had that night—I think we all did.

Well, the good feelings from all this spread. Somehow Nadia’s parents got invited to dinner and then to hot-tubbing. All four parents would sit by while we kids soaked. It was clear to me the moms liked to see the naked boys and the dads really enjoyed us naked girls. Then we would towel off and the adults would get in. Word leaked out and some of my girlfriends and some of Timmy’s and Jaro’s boyfriends also got involved. I got to see quite a lot of naked boys. Then some more parents got wet with us. How popular that hot tub became! Another family invited us to their pool and tub—they didn’t want fabrics in either one—except they had a rule that a menstruating female could wear bottoms. Turned out there were a lot of people in our circle that loved being naked. I loved it too. Never had so much fun as being with naked boys and girls. Timmy was a natural, all right—didn’t much care if he had a boner, was always gracious and welcoming to new kids. I don’t think I ever saw him again in one of those sad states.

Through the years Timmy and Nadia were very close. They tried breaking up once or twice during college but couldn’t stay apart for long. After college they married. They’re now living on the Maryland shore. They have a boy and a girl. And a hot tub.

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